Having just recently released Shifted, book 1 in the Shifter Academy world, I saw this and jumped. A high school full of Norse gods? Yes please! 😀

Plus, today’s post contains a playlist (fun!), an excerpt, and a giveaway (always a favorite). You’ll want to read all the way through so you don’t miss any of the goodies. 😉

R. Caine High School 1-3
by Victoria Danann

Genre: YA Fantasy Romance
Release Date: January 19th 2019
dba 7th House, Imprint of Andromeda LLC

Summary:

The first three books of the series form an unforgettable trilogy that will make you feel like you just transferred to R. Caine High.

“FIVE STARS for one of the most peculiar high school experiences of all time!”– The World is Hers for the Reading

When it came to the attention of the old ones that their creations, the Earth gods, had been playing games at the expense of humankind for millennia, they put a stop to it. But the rebellious gods were far too addicted to their games to give them up. After several summit meetings, they voted to use their own children as players and locate the playing field in the most treacherous environment in the known universe… high school.

*A goddess’s favorite wolf disguised as a Norwegian elk hound.
*A prankster god disguised as a quirky kid.
*A sixteen-year-old who doesn’t know she’s an immortal Valkyrie.
*Norse gods. Wait! What?

Book 1. THE GAME BEGINS

Ever Moore is one of a large group of sophomores inexplicably transferring into R. Caine from all over North America. She doesn’t remember that she’s the favorite Valkyrie daughter of Odin and Freya. She only knows she’s a sixteen year old with no interest in moving across the country to a new school.

Book 2. THE KNIGHT

Jean Marre’s recent life has been one big surprise right after another. First his family moved to SoCal from a remote French Canadian town. Then he began feeling a strange compulsion to watch over a smart little blonde named Ever Moore. In fact he found himself restless, distracted, and uncomfortable if she wasn’t around. Before there was time to adjust to any of that, he was informed that his parents were going to South Africa for a few months and leaving him with his mother’s friend, who happened to be Ever’s mother. Life just couldn’t get stranger. Or could it?

Book 3. THE FOOL

Loki, alias Mercury Ryder, can be counted on for only one thing – unpredictability. Just because Loki had been ‘good’ for a thousand years didn’t mean he could be trusted to carry out Freya’s wishes on Earth. After all, he was the inventor of the ‘long con’. There was also nothing in the cosmos that delighted him more than surprise; not the good kind.

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R. CAINE HIGH SCHOOL Guest Post

ar·cane /ärˈkān/ adjective: arcane (understood by few; mysterious or secret)

PLAYLIST by Kaleigh Danann
(click to listen on Spotify)

All Night – Walk the Moon

Stone Cold Classic – Aka George

Everything’s Not Lost – Coldplay

Grip – Bastille

Hallucinating – Elohim

Inside Your Mind – The 1975

Roller Coaster – The Bleachers

You Should See Me In A Crown – Billie Eilish

Raise Hell – Dorothy

Woman – Dorothy

EXCERPT from Book 1 The Game Begins

To make it even more interesting, they stripped their children of their memories and withheld the rules of the game. The game began when the players reached the age of sixteen and were transferred to R. Caine High School.

Gods from diverse cultures entered players and prepared to be entertained.

What the players had in common was a distinct feeling that they were outsiders who didn’t quite belong. Their human parents didn’t understand or relate to them because, while they were their physical children genetically, their spirits were ancient with latent memories of being powerful. The combination made them feel alien even in their own homes.

One player in particular had parents who cheated. Ever had no idea that her normal state of being was Valkyrie, or that her real name was Elfhild, but she was one of the famed demigoddesses who searched for the bravest of the brave, fallen in battle, and retrieved them as a collection of heroes for the great Norse god, Odin. She was the child of Odin, the goddess Freya, and Elfhild, a valiant and beloved shield maiden. How can someone have three parents, you say? It’s a divine mystery.

Elfhild’s parents wanted to be sure the odds were stacked in favor of their champion. So in addition to the gifts she would gradually realize, they made sure Loki was appointed game master. The only reason the other gods agreed was because they all knew that Loki’s ultimate loyalty was to himself, that his unpredictability and love of tricks would give them all what they sought; amusement and surprise.

Wanting extra insurance, Odin plucked the spirit of Gunnar Hamundarson, the legendary Viking swordsman, from the great hall of warriors, Valhalla, and sent him to Earth to act as Elfhild’s protector. When the time was right, Freya also sent her great wolf disguised as a Norwegian Elkhound.

Was it cheating?

Well, yes.

But Elfhild’s god-parents loved her. Almost as much as they loved winning. And in any case she would still have to fight to survive the game as a human girl named Ever.

Ever

My name is Ever Moore.

I know. It makes me wince every time I say it. When I’m eighteen, I plan to have it legally changed to something that doesn’t make people laugh. But right now I’m stuck.

My dad thinks puns are the highest form of humor. He calls it ‘word play’. That’s right. I’m the spawn of nerds. My dad creates video games, which would probably be cool if he was someone else’s dad. My mother is an ethics professor at UCLA who thinks the battle between good and evil begins at home.

If you want to know just how weird it can get at the Thanksgiving table, there’s more. My only living grandparent was a big deal rock star in the seventies. You wouldn’t know the name of the band. So there’s no point in name dropping. But how’s this for irony? The grandparent who tried really hard to burn out on sex, drugs, and rock and roll is the one who’s still living.

The gods are crazy.

After a visit, he exits with a two-finger peace salute like all the other well-adjusted hippie grandparents. But does he say, “Peace?”

No.

He says, “Rock steady.”

Ugh!

My grandfather doesn’t want to be called Grandpa or Grandad or Gramps or anything close to normal. Oh no. He wants to be called ‘Buzz’. I have no idea why. That is not his name.

My mother is big on manners. She’s too strict to let me say what I think about Buzz and his lifestyle. Don’t get it wrong. I’m fond of him. Sort of. And because Mom has a manners thing, the best protest I can use in response to ‘rock steady’ is rolling my eyes. I keep trying to get his attention by rolling my eyes back further into my head, but he will not be deterred. He doesn’t see my disapproval or he doesn’t care. Either way it is not acknowledged.

Anyway I was leading a completely typical and deliciously angsty teenage life in Austin, Texas when my parents were suddenly offered jobs in the LA area at the same time. It was weird, but weird is part of my normal. Always has been.

Since my grandad, the rocker, still lives in LA with the latest girlfriend who’s barely legal – she’s two years older than I am – moving seemed like a good idea.

To them.

Now here we are in beautiful Oxnard. Yeah. I know. It sounds like somebody was in the middle of a sneeze when a cough barked out. I try looking it up to see what an oxnard is. Of course that was a circular exercise; ‘see city in California’. So I try ‘nard’. Closest thing is spikenard which is an herb. At that point I lose interest.

I’m stuck with Oxnard and, at least for the time being, Oxnard is stuck with me. So here’s a rundown of the good, the bad, and the boring.

The good news is that we managed to get a boat dock house. It’s on the water, but not on the beach. No extra space. There are three bedrooms. Guess who gets the ‘master’? That left two little rooms for my brother and me to fight over. I pulled rank – I’m four years older – and got the one facing the front. That means the water view.

Among other noteworthy travel facts, Oxnard is in a valley between the Santa Monica Mountains and the Los Padres, which is a cluster of mountain ranges. I’m told that you could be surfing at the beach while looking at snow-covered mountains. Put that in the kind of cool column.

Now for the bad. The house is tiny compared to where we lived in Austin. It’s going to be an adjustment.

As far as boring, I know no one here. As in NO ONE!

The only thing that could be worse than that is the fact that on Monday I’m going to have to walk into a new high school. Did I mention that I know NO ONE? Not even my brother will be in my school, which, okay, I admit I’m thankful for that because, if things could be worse, that would be it.

I’ve seen it. The school, I mean.

When nobody was there, I walked around the grounds with my dog, Elke. She’s a Norwegian Elkhound, really smart, really pretty, and really sure she doesn’t have to do what I say.

The school is kind of a gothic monstrosity that couldn’t be more out of place in SoCal. It looks like a Wizard of Oz tornado picked it up in Crumbling, Maine and dropped it in Oxnard.

I imagine the ground shaking when it hit. Boom.

How do I feel about starting a new school in two days?

As a sophomore?

Let me put it this way. Last summer my parents decided we were going to take a family trip to England. They said the educational value was astronomical. It would be like a field trip on steroids. Their words. Not mine.

So we went. But we didn’t go like normal families and stay in hotels. Of course not.

We stayed in family hostels. What’s that, you ask? Imagine going to camp with other families and sleeping in big bunk rooms with people of all ages, both sexes, some of whom make noises in their sleep that you wouldn’t think were possible for humans.

Don’t even ask about the shared bath.

Anyway, we went on one of those Bloody Tower tours in London where they trot you past all the torture tools and devices. Our guide tried to give cryptic descriptions about how they were used, because of his perception that my brother is of a tender and sensitive young age. The guide kept glancing at my brother nervously like he was afraid the information would scar the boy’s precious psyche, imprinting evil on the tabula rosa. On the contrary my brother probably invented some of those devices himself in past lifetimes.

The point I’m getting to is this. Given the choice, I’d gladly choose the rack over having to walk into a new high school as a sophomore where I know NOBODY! But this is the real world and I don’t have a choice.

About the Author

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, Victoria Danann, is the author of sixteen romances, paranormal and contemporary.

Her Knights of Black Swan series won BEST PARANORMAL ROMANCE SERIES THREE YEARS IN A ROW. 2013,2014,2015 – Reviewers Choice Awards, The Paranormal Romance Guild.

Victoria’s paranormal romances come with uniquely fresh perspectives on “imaginary” creatures, characters, and themes. She adds a dash of scifi, a flourish of fantasy, enough humor to make you laugh out loud, and enough steam to make you squirm in your chair. Her heroines are independent femmes with flaws and minds of their own whether they are aliens, witches, demonologists, psychics, past life therapists, or financial analysts from Dallas. Her heroes are hot and hunky, but they also have brains, character, and good manners – usually – whether they be elves, demons, berserkers, werewolves, or vampires.

The first book of the Knights of Black Swan Paranormal Romance Series, My Familiar Stranger, was nominated for Best Paranormal Romance of 2012 by both Reviewers’ Choice and Readers’ Choice Awards. All of her books have opened on the Amazon Best Sellers list and earned Night Owl Reviews TOP PICK awards. Many have appeared on Listopia BOOK OF THE MONTH as #1 across all genres.

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R. Caine High School 1-3
by Victoria Danann

Summary:

Book 1. THE GAME BEGINS

Book 2. THE KNIGHT