A group of friends are all going through divorces simultaneously. In an effort to reclaim their lives and sense of self, they collectively comprise a bucket list full of adventures. Bull riding, strippers, and dancing in the rain give these fast friends a lifetime of laughs and bond them forever. Sometimes you've got to fall in love with life to heal from the love lost.

A Viking will pillage. A Warrior woman will resist. Freiya threw them together, loki gave them lust, Thor gave them strength, and Allfather gave them love. Together they will rule, if only he can learn to trust the Goddess who's eyes remind him of Tears of Amber.

After a betrayal by his esteemed boss, Kendal Archer breaks out on his own and starts a wildly competitive acquisitions business. His success takes him to Japan where he must battle in the boardroom with his old boss. Much to Kendal's surprise, a beautiful woman takes up most of his attention when the business titans collide. Jade Atsuko is the niece of Kendal's rival and a powerful real estate attorney representing her uncle in his attempt to thwart Kendal's new business venture in Japan. A quiet fire rages as these two merge their battle of wits to a battle of wills. Desire this strong won't be denied.

The Hammer of The Gods has been passed down from generation to generation of the men in the Friis Family. Thor's blood from Ragnarok is said to have absorbed in the hilt for safe keeping throughout time. The bearer of the Hammer can call upon his forefathers power if he's worthy. Three words are inscribed in the dense iron of the Hammer, "Rage, Honor, Love." Father has passed to son and for hundreds of years no man has been able to wield it. Heath Friis was now the proud owner of the Hammer and the thousand year old stone keep that his great uncle bequethed him upon his passing. Uncle Asmund was the only person Heath ever allowed to call him by his birth name, Heathen. Standing on the edge of the Fjord, while his Uncle's burial ship burned in the water below, Heath felt the cold air in his lungs as he prayed to the Gods of old for Asmund's trip to Valhalla. It was a far cry from the life he had made for himself in Texas.