When I went into my neighbor’s apartment to find out the origin of the strange sounds, I never expected to fall through a portal into another world. But here I am, a stranger in an unfamiliar land... and I'm stuck here. In this world, power rules, people carry swords, and Gods walk the earth. A few minutes after arriving, I immediately found myself in slavery. A fun place. How do I get home? GREAT question. I wish I had an answer. The only person who could have helped was the one I really wanted to strangle. Aron, Lord of Storms, Executioner and God of Battles, my new companion. Or rather, I him. As Aron's anchor in the mortal realm, I was to guide God into his exile in the mortal world. Ha. The jokes are over. I knew nothing about this place. But Aron and I had a common goal - to return home. We were connected—anchor and God—in a bond unlike any other. So we went on a journey together. We quarreled. We swam together. We fought against our many enemies. Sure, Aron was God, but he was also an arrogant jerk. Muscular, damn hot, irresistible jerk. I didn't want anything to do with him. And she definitely didn't want to do something else. Mortals and Gods were incompatible. So we stuck to the plan and ignored our mutual attraction. Focused, with one goal in mind. One task. One goal. Focused. I... oh damn, I was going to kiss him again, wasn't I?