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

Malice stared at nothing in particular. If she had asked that question it would have been no surprise. For Sin Gudrunsson to do it instead? Wasn't he the desperate not to make himself look stupid one? When, thank her very much, they weren’t just any stories, they were stories to rival the Arabian Nights. 


 “Oh, Sinarr, don’t pretend. Do you have any idea of how boring it gets? How much it makes me yawn?” She did so vigorously. 


He shifted on the chair, his boot scraping beneath the table. “Well, maybe that’s because you’ve had too damn much to drink and it’s making you sleepy.” 


CHAPTER TWENTY