"'I hate you,' I murmured as Loki brought his lips to my neck. I shouldn't have been enjoying this. I was supposed to loathe him.
'Say it again,' Loki said, biting down on my skin before soothing it with a sweep of his tongue.
'I hate you,' I gasped. He brought his lips up to mine once more. Okay I'd go back to hating him as soon as he stopped making me feel like I was melting.
'Who are you trying to convince, love?' he purred. Pinning me with his emerald gaze. 'Myself or you?'"
Freya Njordson, goddess of love, battle, and death hates Loki Laufeyson, god of mischief, her exact opposite. She has hated him her whole life and is not expecting to stop anytime soon. Which is why her world comes to a stuttering stop when her parents declare she is to wed Loki Laufeyson... her mortal enemy, for political advantages.
Forced to be together, Freya sees more sides to Loki than she has ever seen before, and much to her dismay, she realizes there may be more behind those green eyes and devlish grin than she once thought.
Childhood enemies, to rival gods, to newly weds... what could possibly go wrong?
A Maybank and A Cameron? It's almost like a modern Romeo and Juliet. It's forbidden for them to be together. Could be the end of the world.
The stolen glances, the hidden feelings, the unspoken words, the secret meetings and the obvious hatred towards each other followed by constant conflicts and some hidden past that threatened them but there are always invisible strings tied and pulling them together no matter how hard the tides trying to pull and part them away from each other.