In 898 AD she wasn’t just from another land.

Wrecking a marriage is generally no problem for the divorce obtaining, Lady Malice Mallender. But she faces a dilemma when she’s asked to ruin her own. Just how businesslike should she remain when the marriage was never consummated and kissing her husband leads to Sin--a handsome Viking who wants her for a bed slave in name only?

She came from another time.

Viking raider Sin Gudrunsson wants one thing. To marry his childhood sweetheart. Only she’s left him before, so he needs to keep her on her toes, and a bed slave, in name only, seems just the thing. Until he meets Malice.

One kiss is all it takes to flash between two worlds

But when one kiss is no longer enough, which will it be?  Regency London? Or Viking Norway? Will Malice learn what governs the flashes? Can Sin?

Where worlds collide can love melt the iciest heart

The Viking and The Courtesan

 “I can comb her hair, Drottin. Make her look nice? Only . . .” 


 Only . . . As Malice sat there, smacking the comb away, some very strange sounds escaping her twitching lips, only . . . was the final straw. But if she stood up and 


smacked Plumplugs across her cart-horse jaw--Fat Ears certainly being the correct translation of Plumplugs in English—what would happen next? Besides she was in no fit state to slap anyone when no-one thought she looked nice anyway. 


 Who cared what she looked like? Without shoes she would never look nice again. 


“Hmmm?” He ceased his contemplation of whatever it was he contemplated at the table. The awful looking thing on four legs anyway, that sat under the rafters, not far from the hole in the roof where the smoke escaped from the fire downstairs. Mother of God how could he live in a place like this? That dreadful peaty room downstairs and all these dreadful, peaty people living in it. And pigs? Had she mentioned the pigs? “Do what you like.” 


CHAPTER ELEVEN