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

The sorry situation? As she smoothed her hair into place, Malice determined not to think of it as that. Possibly it was sorry, but what was it Gentle had said to her again about being in worse places? 


Haggersly Hall was not the nicest place—what she’d seen of it anyway, being locked in this bedroom, unable to jump from the window since that was nailed shut—but she had been in worse. Far worse. The portraits on the staircase, though brooding, were most beautifully painted. The paneling in the dining room was the best if somewhat dark. It didn’t smell of peat flame and whatever else was burnt in Sin Gudrunsson’s homestead. It didn’t have piglets running about the floor, nor was it propped up by poles. 


As for the servants—she’d none of them apart from Old Bob. Dealing with Gentle, with Snotra, as a servant herself, had been far worse. And there was a woman about somewhere. Izzy, the name was. 


CHAPTER TWENTY SIX