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

 Die happy? She had, hadn’t she? The moment was so divine it should be accompanied by halleluiahs. 


Twenty minutes past three. Was that what the clock said? And that bright light blasting through the window blinding her? Twenty past three? No. Wait. Twenty two minutes past. 


Orgasms were fabulous, wonderful things. That she could be lying here still at this time of the day, still bathed in this milky warmth. Amazing when last night she’d been bathed in hot sweat and sex, fighting so hard to get to her time. Well, initially anyway. There had come a point sometime after she hit the mattress with a thud where she had wanted to experience certain things first. And then she had. Oh my God, and how. 


She peered at the window. Although she was quite certain that she did—obviously she did, there was that cracked damned pane that needed mending, almost as much as she did right now, that painful throb between her legs-–how could she be peering at that crack in her window, or anyone else’s? 


CHAPTER TWENTY TWO