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

Fishing his breeches out of the waves, Sin Gudrunsson did his damndest not to glance over his shoulder but he did it anyway. All right. Curse this mess he was in to Valhalla and back again. Even the evening shadows now lengthening in shimmering strides across the water, didn’t cool him. The soft breeze against his skin either. He should be cool. Troll’s teeth, look at his breeches. Soaked through. How, in the name of Faen was he going to go back to the other beach and take charge of the situation without them? 


CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR