When single father Chris meets a Viking re-enactor on Lindisfarne, he thinks it’s the perfect recipe for a holiday fling -- and nothing more. Ian, or Ulf, as he’s known when in character as a Viking berserker, is a dreadlocked nomad who never stays in one place for long.<br><br>Chris had a relationship with a free spirit like Ian before, and it didn’t end well for him or for his bright but troubled daughter Kelis. He’s determined not to risk the stability of her home environment for Ian, no matter how well she gets on with him -- and no matter how much Chris is drawn to the man.<br><br>But Chris hasn’t reckoned with the Viking way of taking all you’re willing to give -- and coming back for more.

Love Found on Lindisfarne

“How would you feel about breakfast on Holy Island?” I asked, trying to sound casual.


That was one way to get her eyes open. “With Chloe and the Vikings?”


“Well, maybe not withthem. But we’d see them soon after.”


I took that as a yes, and couldn’t help matching her bright smile. “It’ll mean we won’t get home today, though,” I cautioned. “We’ll have to find somewhere to stay on the way tomorrow night.”


“Good. We’ll need to hurry to catch the tide. I’ve left you some clothes out, so you get dressed quickly and then make sure I haven’t left anything behind, okay?”


My hands were moist on the steering wheel as I drove us back over the causeway. Would Ian be pleased to see me? Or was I just about to ruin a perfectly good memory by trying to make something more out of it?


Chapter 13