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

Oh God, not now. She had said her piece an hour ago. She had sashayed about the ballroom too, greeting this and that lady, perfectly making her point. Now, having reached the coach it had cost her last farthing to hire for the evening, it was time to go home and put her throbbing, weary head on what passed for a pillow. What could Cyril possibly have to say to her now? 


What he had to say became apparent the instant he opened his mouth. At least that he intended for her to listen did. A hand. His. Clamped her mouth shut. Her scream died in her throat, smothered by brute force although a strangled what do you think you are doing escaped her. At least she believed it did. 


“Utter one sound and you’re dead.” 


What? He was threatening her? In addition to his hand . . . was that cold steel jabbing her collar bone? 


CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE