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

Good? Dragging his face from the stinging brine the word nearly burst his brain. He belonged to Snotra. So this wasn’t just bad. It was a nightmare. How could he be in this mess? Him, who had his hopes, his dreams, his guiding star in life. If only he’d stuck to them. Just . . . just been grateful when Snotra came back to him, instead of stupidly letting himself feel third best. He would do anything to drive away the knowledge that when it came to witches, this one had sailed right in and taken up residence in his heart. A lying, marriage-wrecking trollop he couldn’t care less about. And yet he did. 


CHAPTER THIRTY THREE