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

Did she realize he was serious? Only her jaw dropped open—alas. What kind of a man did she think he was? All right, maybe he took things that weren’t his exactly. So did every other Viking he knew. It didn’t mean he wanted her. Did she think, he did? No. This was about keeping Snotra on her toes pure and simple. 


“A noise? You want me to make a noise? You mean, you took me from that bloody dreadful convent with all these bloody dreadful women in it and you brought me all this way, here, on that bloody dreadful boat, to this bloody dreadful place when I begged you, I distinctly begged you not to, so as I can make a—? Well, what kind of noise does my lord, want me to make?” 


 He swallowed. Was she stupid, or something she didn’t know what noise he meant? Here he was, picking her because Snotra was jealous, not because he desired her in any way, was going to touch her in any way either. By Odin, where were her grateful thanks, that he’d given her this nightdress and everything? 


CHAPTER TWELVE