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 that to you? What do you mean did that to you? Do you mean—” 


As Snotra’s jaw fell open, Malice drew her wrists back beneath the table. “He liked it rough. Bondage.” 


No. She didn’t feel guilty about this. Why should she? While she knew nothing else, she knew about divorce. Certainly she knew how to cause one. This was about more than making Snotra jealous. Deep down, in some encrusted, some subterranean part of himself, Sin had grave reservations. Because he had been cast off before? Was the third choice? The reason was neither here nor there to her. This was not a kindred spirit thing, a sharing of piteous backgrounds, this was business, pure and simple. 


CHAPTER SIXTEEN