Book Spotlight & Review – The Valkyrie Series by Author T. G. Ayer

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Dead Radiance ~ Book 1

Book Info
Title ~ Dead Radiance
Series ~ Valkyrie Series
Author ~ T.G. Ayer
Genre ~ Mythological Adventure Romance
Release Date ~ February 23, 2012
# Hearts ~ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥


Bryn Halbrook had always seen the glow. But it is only when her best friend dies that she discovers the meaning of those beautiful golden auras – Death. Alone, lost in the foster system, she struggles to understand who she is and why she was cursed with the ability to see the soon-to-be-dead.

The new foster kid, Aidan, isn’t helping any. Mr. Perfect seems to fit in no matter what, making her feel even more pathetic. But when his affections turn to her, Bryn finds him hard to resist. Impossible actually. A mystery himself, Aidan disappears, leaving behind a broken heart and a mysterious book that suggests Bryn might not be entirely human.

Bryn stands at the threshold of a journey of discovery. Will destiny help her find herself, find her purpose and her place in a world in which she’d never belonged?

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Biker-dude cut the engine and swung off the machine, his movement like a river of mercury. He strolled to the front door. Walk wasn’t the most appropriate word for the rolling gait he used to go from bike to door, but it did strange things to my heart and my breath. Deliciously nice things.

I stared from the darkness, half a smile on my lips, one foot on the wooden deck so the swing didn’t give me away with a random creak, holding my breath. He thumbed the doorbell and peeled off his helmet. Long black hair dripped over his forehead and caressed his nape. He fluffed the dark mop, not in the vain I-look-so-hot way, but in an unconscious get-out-of-my-face way.
For the first time in my sad and predictably unlucky life, my heart lurched in my chest. All the soppy, mushy stuff was present: lightheartedness, breathless expectation, deep rosy blushes. Exactly the way girls fell for the male lead in chick flicks or the way the simpering heroines swooned in great romance novels.

I barely heard the porch door squeak open. I even missed Ms. Custer saying, “Oh, it’s you. Come in, come in!” He followed her inside and I waited while they talked. Crickets chirped, reminding me to get my head out of the clouds. A steady breeze tugged at the branches of our red oak and cooled my heated cheeks. I didn’t dare enter the house. Or leave the veranda.

I peered through the drapes as they talked in the living room. Though I strained to make sense of their conversation I got nothing but muffled sounds. When they shook hands and walked back toward the door, I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank heaven. He was leaving.

Ms. Custer let him out and shut the door behind him. I waited. He took the two porch stairs in a single stride and slung his leg over the bike. Right before he put his helmet on he turned and looked straight at me, through the darkened branches of the climbing rose, which should have hidden me from view.

“It’s rude to spy on people, you know?” He softened his words with a smile, teeth glittering even in the fading evening light. The darkness hid the hot red of my cheeks. His deep laughter echoed as he shoved the helmet onto his head. He shut the face-piece of his helmet, cutting off the stomach-tingling sound of his voice, and revving the engine. Silver gleamed at his neck and then he disappeared into the gathering shadows.

I shoved off the swing, sending it into a creaking frenzy. Caught, embarrassed and fuming I’d even done such a thing. I pushed the front door open and barreled into the living room.

Ms. Custer’s knitting occupied her generous lap; needles flashed this way and that, keen on creating her next rainbow-colored scarf. On the TV Hannibal smiled and chewed on his cigar.

“Who was that guy?” I asked, keeping my expression as neutral as possible, hoping the color in my cheeks had faded away.

“Oh, that nice young man is our latest foster.” Ms. Custer had fallen for his smile, too. “He’ll be moving in tomorrow bright and early.”


Mr. Hot Wheels, who’d made my pathetic heart race, was moving in. Just great. I harnessed my embarrassed rage, ignored the temptation to run upstairs, slam my door shut, throw myself onto my bed and scream into my pillow. Instead, I gazed through the window at the shadows that had swallowed Biker-dude. I still couldn’t wipe the stupid half-smile off my face. Guess it would do no harm to have some eye candy around. And though Joshua had qualified as eye candy, he’d been my friend.

Biker-dude didn’t look much like just-friend material.

Sleep eluded me, and when at last I succumbed, my dreams were hazy, filled with the bright golden gleam of Joshua and Aimee, screeching tires and crunching metal.

And the faint echo of the rev of a motorcycle engine.



What can I say about this book besides you have to read it. I mean WOW what a great story this was and I can’t wait to get into book two. I loved the characters in this book from loner (in the beginning) Bryn to her foster mom Ms. Carver to the ever sexy biker boy Aidan. I mean OMG really, leather, motorcycle, cute butt, sexy eyes, what girl wouldn’t swoon over that, I know I was. When he first shows up in the story I was like rushing to get past Bryn and get him for myself – YEAH!!!! And lets not forget about the God Odin and Godess Freyja I mean hello perfectly done in here.

I have always loved the old Greek and Norse mythological stories. I have always believed that there has to be something to it – there are way to many stories out there for it to all just be made up. Some of my favorites were about Valhalla, Asgard, Odin and the dead who are brought back to Asgard by the Valkyrie. Imagine fighting for what you believe in, for good, having courage and dying for that cause. And in honor of that the amazing Odin and Freyja wanting you in one of their armies to fight in what is the greatest battle of all time for them. To be brought back by the beautiful and mythological Valkyrie. I mean hello YES!!!!!

And I love when an author researches their stories before they write them and use real facts not changing stuff to make their story “BETTER”. To me it is better when the real stuff is used not twisting the story with different places, names, etc. That takes away from it. I give huge cudo’s to the author for staying the path on this story.

The detail which the author used to describe Bryn’s (Brynhilda) transformation from the alone and lonely foster child to an amazing Valkyrie was so amazing it was like I was in the room watching this unfold. Like you could feel what was going on inside Bryn’s head and body. As well as her heart when she is suddenly face to face with the one she fell in love with who broke her heart. To the fight between her and another Valkyrie who holds a grudge. Ever nail biting moment, ever sweet tender kiss scene, every sad and heart breaking loss was felt. My emotions hit ever range reading this book.

Now to go buy another box of Kleenex so I can start reading book 2.


Dead Embers ~ book 2

Book Info
Title ~ Dead Embers
Series ~ The Valkyrie Series
Author ~ T.G. Ayer
Genre ~ Mythological Adventure Romance
Release Date ~ August 31, 2012
# Hearts ~ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

Valkyrie-in-training Bryn Halbrook just can’t catch a break. With her boyfriend stuck in Hel and the taunting laughter of Loki still ringing in her ears, she struggles to concentrate on her training and duties in Odin’s realm. The last thing she expects or wants is more adventure—but then treachery, a shocking abduction and a chilling discovery send her forth on another perilous, globe-hopping mission.

As the ultimate battle, Ragnarok, draws closer, it’s a race against time for Bryn, Fenrir and their team to discover who kidnapped her foster brother from the halls of Asgard and what’s causing the mysterious deaths of so many of Odin’s chosen warriors.

In the exciting sequel to DEAD RADIANCE, Bryn encounters dwarfs and dragons, new friends and old foes—but the worst enemy of all may be the person she trusts most!

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“I had always thought that humans did not possess the capacity for purity of heart. I believe you are different.”

“Maybe because I’m not human. Never was, never will be.” I sighed, and my wings fluttered their answering sadness. A tiny part of me still yearned to fit in with humanity. But my own reality killed that option. I no longer belonged. I’d never belonged, never understood or fit in with the whole cheerleader, popularity-contest side of human life. Always on the sidelines, always playing new girl, never more than a temporary friend and freak.

“I do understand what you mean, Bryn,” said Fen, “but it is the failings of humanity that I am referring to.”

I bristled. “Failings? Are you saying you admire me because of my failings?” I clenched my fists, ready to follow my Valkyrie instinct into full-blown fury. Fen had me pretty off balance today.

“Yes,” he answered enigmatically, moving to the edge of the precipice. My heart thundered in my throat, and when I swallowed, I might as well have taken a sip of solid stone.

What was he looking at? I inched forward and peeped over the edge.

He stared down, eyes focused on the black rocks and snow mingling in the hushed valley. “Your failings are what make you so special. You are not perfect, and that is a rather good thing. It is all that emotion inside you that makes you so different.”

Different? Thanks for the reminder, Fen. At least now I know exactly what you think of me. Guess I was wrong to think I’d finally found a place where I belonged.

I clenched my fists and snapped at him, “I hardly see how different my emotions are from yours, or any of the other gods, for that matter.” Odin’s and Freya’s natures were both fickle and capricious, selfish and selfless—an aspect of godhood I’d found difficult to understand at first. “Freya showed me that even the gods have their popular crowd.”

“Popular crowd?” Fen glanced at me, a shadowed frown darkening his forehead, his ebony hair sweeping his shoulders.

“Yeah. The cool dudes. The hip chicks,” I teased.

Fen scowled, though it didn’t mess with his handsome face at all.

“Okay,” I relented. “The people everyone wants to be like. That’s Freya. And the haters, like Loki.”

“Ah. I understand.” He nodded, a sad gleam in his eye.

“The gods of Asgard are really no different from us humans, you know,” I said, a satisfied smirk at my lips. “Unless, of course, you consider the whole thirty-foot-high size thing.” I paused to gauge his mood before adding, “And the gods can die just like us, too.”

Fen nodded, eyes still trained on the depths of the cavern.

“So what are we doing here?” I followed his gaze down into the valley. “I am so not jumping off any cliff to prove how not human I am. What are you trying to do? Check if I can defy death?”

“No, Bryn. This is part of your training.” He spoke slowly with exaggerated patience.

“What is? To jump into oblivion when I can’t fly? You’re supposed to teach me how to fly—not force me to jump to my death!” I couldn’t help it when my voice reached a shrill and almost hysterical squeak.

“How will you know if you can fly if you do not try?”

“Well, I certainly ain’t trying to fly by taking a flying leap off the side of a frickin’ mountain!”

I snapped my gaze away from him, folding my arms in a huff. My eyes traced the rocky pathway leading down into the valley’s pristine depths, as if the scenic view somehow held the answer to Fen’s psycho training plan.

Glaring at the view meant turning my back on Fen.

Big mistake.

I’d assumed he still stood beside me, lost in his funk, entranced by the silvery-white valley. But when my back suddenly warmed, as some large object shielded my body from the icy fingers of the gusting wind, every muscle in my body tensed. I glanced over my shoulder, my heart tripping.

Too late.

Too late to turn and defend myself.

Too late to stop him.

For a shadow of a second, I stared into his eyes, shocked, horrified he’d do such a thing to me. A thousand fears filtered through my frigid brain. Was he in cahoots with Loki? Or was he Freya’s dog all along?

It took an eternity for him to blink. Even longer for me to blink.

Then Fenrir pushed me, and I fell off the cliff into pure white oblivion.



Like the first book I loved this one just as much, loved it even more as it literally picked up right where Dead Radiance left off. I love that there was no lapse in time. No scratching your head wondering hmmm how did they get there, it seamlessly moved from one book right into the next.

Bryn is as feisty as ever I really love that about her. And right from the start the action begins and Aidan is ripped from her arms even after successfully retrieving the desired jewel the goddess Freya wanted.

Bright red blood, Aidan’s blood, dripped from my quivering hands, warm and sticky like honey. Yet there was nothing sweet or pleasant about having the warm ruby liquid seep into the whorls of my fingers and stain my hands and my clothing.

I blinked.

The sounds of the Great Hall simmered around me, fading into the shadows of my despair. Only the rabid cackle of Loki’s laughter filtered through my sorrow. The rattle of his chains echoed in my ears as Fenrir dragged him away.

My heart breaks for Bryn she had finally forgiven Aidan and had risked her life and his to save his life from the curse that Freya had put on him all for her precious gem. Only to have his life possibly taken anyway and sent to Hel to hopefully save him but never knowing if she would ever see him again.

But she wasn’t allowed to wallow in that sorrow to long – nope Fenrir had other plans for her and the warriors needed her, something was going on and she needed to be ready, but to be completely ready she had to learn to fly. Okay I have to admit I am like way jealous because there are days I am sitting in traffic to or from work and if I had wings like Bryn had wings I would be flying every day. No worries about gas prices, traffic, flat tires, overheated engines. Me and the great blue sky….

“This is your training ground.”

Fen’s voice echoed around us, reverberating on my eardrums as I breathed the icy air deep into my lungs. The valley floor lay far, far below, almost as far down as Odin’s castle on the other side of the mountain. At least the trip down would be easier than our muscle-burning hike up.

I hoped.

Fen folded his arms and faced me, his face as shadowed and unrelenting as the rock-faces hemming the valley in. “Are you ready, Valkyrie Brynhildr?”

I nodded, clenching my jaw and lifting my chin a fraction. He’d used my full given name, a name that reminded me of my one claim to fame – being a close of the real Warrior Princess Brunhilde, who’d lived and died centuries before I’d even been a figment of my father’s crazed imagination.

“You do have to remove your cloak, you know,” Fen tempered his dry tone with a sudden checky grin, for a brief moment transforming his forbidding, hooded features into a genial, approachable face.

I threw him a reluctant, tight smile, undid the ornate clasp at my neck and dropped the dark, silky cloak over the nearest boulder.

“Very good. Now face the edge of the cliff. And jump.” He spoke the words so matter-of-factly he might as well have invited me for a cappuccino.

“You’re kidding right?” I asked in horror, half believing he meant his words, half unable to think straight. The sober glance he threw me squashed my urge to burst into laughter.

I risked a peek over the edge.

No way in hell is he serious. No frigging’ way.

Does she learn to fly – get the book and find out I won’t tell you (No spoilers here) but I will say that is one seriously intense scene right there how it unfolds, what transpires between Bryn and Fen really threw curve balls at me and then the surprising twist. My emotions just in this one section went from HOLY FRIGGING CRAP to OH NO HE DIDN’T to BWAHAHAHAHAHA all within a few pages.

And Hugin yes he is still in this book and still his ever cryptic self – oh I love this bird and how he gets Bryn all riled up every time he is sent somewhere with him. The conversations she has with him and the thoughts she has about him kept me rolling. I swear every time I thought she couldn’t top herself she threw another zinger out there. Where else can you get laughter from a Valkyrie and a Raven then right here in the pages of Dead Embers.

My feet trod a path of shattered stones that covered raw, black soil; the stones clattered underfoot like a chorus of chattering teeth. Ominous sounds that sent strange chills down my back. Dark trees loomed over me, limbs creaking eerily in the still air. Every tree stood stripped of its leaves, blackened, bark-bare and as bleak as the low sky above us. The hairs on the back of my neck prickled, and I was sure the trees reached out to grab hold of me. I blinked, then laughed at myself. Scaredy-cat. Shivering harder, I struggled to process this strange, bone-penetrating cold. Not a breeze stirred the icy air; no wind drifted past to shift the cold around.

I glared at Hugin.

Thanks for not telling me to bring warmer clothing. Blackbird.

What more could I expect from a birdbrain? The bundle of feathers probably had no idea how debilitating the cold was to me. And knowing him, he’d just say he didn’t tell me because I hadn’t asked. I huffed in silence.

This book delivered everything the first book did and more. The non-stop action, the nail biting moments, the grab your stomach and laugh at what comes out of Bryn’s mouth or just her thoughts and of course the turmoil of her heart for Aidan and her friend Joshua. I have to say the story the author wove in Dead Embers was truly amazing and I couldn’t put the book down. I read the entire book in one day.

Now to sit and wait, luckily not too long, for Dead Chaos which comes out in June and to see what happens next with Bryn, Aidan, Joshua, Fen and the rest.



Title ~ Dead Chaos
Series ~ The Valkyrie Series
Author ~ T.G. Ayer
Genre ~ Mythological
Release Date ~ June 2013
# Hearts ~ COMING SOON


Everything seems to be falling apart for Bryn. She’s lost her wings and she’s losing Aidan. He’s no longer the boy she loved. And then there’s Joshua. Why does it feel so right to be with him?

As if she doesn’t have enough on her mind, Bryn learns of a prophecy that predicts that she will be the reason for Odin’s destruction. Bryn is desperate to find a way to change her future, and sets off to Yddrasil to speak to the Norns.

Can Bryn change her Fate? Can she help Aidan find his path, while making the choice between him and Joshua? And can Bryn finally save Brody from the clutches of the Frost Giants?

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author pic T.G. Ayer

Tee has been a writer from the time she was old enough to recognise that reading was a doorway into her imagination. Poetry was her first foray into the art of the written word. Books were her best friends, her escape, her haven. She is essentially a recluse but this part of her personality is impossible to practise given she has two teenage daughters, who are actually her friends, her tea-makers, her confidantes… She is blessed with a husband who has left her for golf. It’s a fair trade as she has left him for writing. They are both passionate supporters of each other’s loves – it works wonderfully…

Her heart is currently broken in two. One half resides in South Africa where her old roots still remain, and her heart still longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer downpour. Her love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of Tee has been transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha, beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly inspires. And because she is so torn between these two lands – she shall forever remain cross-eyed.



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