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

Like? Last night she’d been torn from wherever she’d been ripped from in order to make a noise. Today it was to answer some stupid question Snotra surely knew the answer to if they had been many years acquainted. What was he like? Gilt hair, sky-blue eyes, dark eyebrows and some very strange ideas, except the spider that crawled across Malice’s senses, the walking, talking one, whispered that wasn’t quite what Snotra meant. Her heart skipped a beat. A tiny one it bypassed before she could stop it. 


“Like?” She made herself speak. After all, she was probably mistaken. Stranger things had happened recently. 


“Yes. I want you to tell me.” Snotra slid the goblet across the table. Then she eased onto a stool. “I want you to tell me everything. A woman likes to know how to please a man, especially when she is so ignorant.” 


 Snotra patted the stool beside her. “Please. I only want to know what he likes. That mark on your mouth, for example . . .?” 


CHAPTER FOURTEEN