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

 Serve him? And the moon was made of green cheese but at least she set her face in something approaching serenity. At least she gathered her skirts, because sitting here required his serenity and grace right now for several reasons, the main one being if he’d accepted Snotra’s previous entanglements with serenity--grace too-- he wouldn’t be sporting a flock of sheep on his face in terms of smiling. But he was because he hadn’t. When what he really wanted to do was upend the table and take the witch by the throat. 


 There was the matter of the beatings, bondage and baying like wolves, after all. And Snotra. Troll of a troll's daughter, was he marrying a shrew? 


 Grimacing at the specimen who’d landed him in this mess—all right maybe it was himself?--he stood for a moment at the top of the ladder. He’d said ‘morning’ after all. 


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