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

“When I told you to get behind that rock, why the Freya fanged hell couldn’t you have just done what I said? That’s what I want to know.” 


He carefully shifted his gaze from the scorching midday sun, trying not to wriggle too noticeably against the leather belts pinning his arms to his torso. They needed to escape, but the last thing he wanted was to attract the attention of Ari. Ragmoose, or Gunkel. This was every bit bad enough. Why make it worse? 


Like Frigga, she had, or his body wouldn’t ache in places he didn’t know it was possible for it to ache, his nose feel as if it had been broken in ten places and his chin in five--at a conservative estimate. There went another drip of blood down his tunic front to join the river that had run down there already. The smell of it clogged his throat. 


CHAPTER THIRTY ONE