Four hundred years ago Ishkur, god of fire, married a human female who inevitably ascended to the overworld. He’s long since come to grips with his loss, but taking an unwanted trip to Plimoth Plantation, facing a world so similar to the one where he’d been happy, will certainly rub salt in old wounds. When he steps foot in the village, however, it isn’t sadness that grabs him, it’s anxiety after meeting a god-talking, native woman. What the hell? Every one of his immortal-senses claws at his spine and urges him to flee. Too bad running isn’t an option for a god. Koni knows danger, and it’s found her where she works. She’s not sure if it comes from her ex-boyfriend, or the powerful stranger who takes her by surprise one night after the plantation has closed. Only one thing is certain. Those two threats―compounded by the spirit walkers she’s discovered in the woods―make it way past time to pack up and get the hell out of town. She just needs to outmaneuver the lunatic who seems determined to claim her.