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

“An island?” What? All alone? With him? No. She must not think of it. Only for getting home had she kissed him last night. Only for getting home. And it hadn’t happened. 


“Unless it’s a land spit? But somehow, right now, sweeting, I don’t think so. And believe me, if anyone should know, I should.” 


She pushed the palm of her hand through the strands of hair flapping in front of her face like a bird and clasped the top of her head. My God. Why hadn’t it happened? Because desperation to get home had frankly ‘pillaged’ her veins? Or the thought she wasn’t just saying goodbye to him, she was saying goodbye to ever kissing a man again, never mind anything else? When actually kissing a man and everything else was rather nice? 


CHAPTER THIRTY