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

 “More ale, Ari? No . . . please, allow me.” 


Malice affected her most bored expression. For the past half-hour, Snotra had paid her guest undue attention, hanging like honey on his every word, snorting loudly at his jokes—she was well-named, after all—staring across the table like a cat about to pounce on a mouse. 


Of course, Ari was hardly a mouse--not with shoulders that would cut a wheat field--but Malice probably was, Sin Gudrunsson too and that was why Snotra grabbed the jug, to make him squeak. Gentle wiped her hands down her skirt. 


“My apologies for getting right in your way, mistress.” 


 No doubt Gentle would have far rather said something else but the thought of being turfed out into the rain presently battering the thatched roof and spitting on the roaring fire so the flames sizzled, probably prevented her. 


CHAPTER NINETEEN