She may be the goddess of the hunt, but this Hunter is more than she bargained for.

Artemis, Goddess of the Hunt, is bored. She's tired of hanging out at the Gods of Thunder Motorcycle Club, tired of partying with her bestie, tired of everything feeling so very meaningless.

She needs action. She needs to go back to saving the world. So she hops onto her Harley and rides off into the sunset.

She ends up in Chicago, where she helps very, very sexy Detective Hunter James crack a case—not that he's particularly thrilled by her interference, as he calls it.

That's okay, he'll come around.

But when he does, will she be able to handle it? Because Hunter reminds her an awful lot of Orion, her one true love, and she swore two thousand years ago that she'd never go down that road again.

Not even if he is Orion reincarnated.