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

Moaning betrotheds did not trouble him as a rule but how Thor-toed fine was this, rolling home from a noggin, or two of ale—all right, three—at Ari’s house on the mountain, to find Snotra gagged by the fire? All right she wasn't gagged exactly. No. Snotra was not exactly the sort you would gag. Feel like it? Yes. Do it though? No. Not without hellish repercussions. From her and her old goat of a father. 


A peace he had not felt in weeks, becalmed his veins. His body too, which was why the first few steps of the ladder presented such a problem, it took three tries to find the bottom rung. And five, the one after, with all the dignity he could muster of course, first glancing over his shoulder to make sure he was not observed. By Snotra most of all. 


CHAPTER SEVENTEEN