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

“Yes. Well.” She forced a smile. “That does not mean I want to get as fat as a pig. But I will do my best.” 


Would she? Well, at least he was feeding her. She walked forward, her heels clicking on the wooden floorboards and he pulled out the chair. “You know I cannot thank you enough for looking after my well-being. And that of our baby.” 


He wasn’t. Still, if there was one thing being with Sin Gudrunsson had taught her, it wasn’t how to flatter . . . no. It was how to keep one step ahead. Gathering her skirts, she sat down. 


“Just say the word, Malice, if you want all this charade to stop.” 


“When you look down the front of my dress like this, Cyril, how can I?” 


 Well he was, wasn’t he? And not just to return the decanter to the shining silver tray, to select the claret bottle instead. Either he thought she was wonderful, or he was hoping for a glimpse of that padding. 


“Well, let us just say you’ve changed, Malice.” 


CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN