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

At least give us a turn of the witch before we throw her in the sea. Malice might not want to think she heard that but were this simply a social call, Sin Gudrunsson would hardly be dragging that dagger across the sand, would he? Giving his most withering glare either. 


“Yes, I know, Malice. You need only kiss me. But that’s not going to happen right now is it? So can you just leave this to me?” 


Well, she could but the one at the front—she didn’t know his name, only that like the rest he was armed to the few teeth he possessed—flung out his arm to hold his sodden companions back. “Some of us think, seeing as we’re stranded here she should go ‘round. But the others . . . Seeing as she sank the Raven . . . Well, they think she should just be thrown in the sea. Either way you’ve only got to look at her to know she’s trouble that don’t belong. It’s that simple. So hand her over now and let’s be done with this.” 


CHAPTER THIRTY TWO