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

 What did he think? As it was she was lucky not to have broken her jaw. Was he stupid? She might never feel her upper lip again. But Ari thrashed his way down the slope, slipping and sliding, his silver-gold plaits dancing around his face as he leapt from bracken clump to bracken clump. What if all these men were against her? Grabbing her chemise, she sprung for the nearest bush. As she ducked behind fronds big as fists, Sin Gudrunsson strode forward. 


“Well? Troll’s teeth, don’t tell me I’m going to have to fight all of you again, because—” 


“She’s yours and we’re going to have to pay you compensation. Well, have it in advance.” Coins clinked onto the sand. “Believe me.” Ragmoose yanked his sword from the cow-hide scabbard dangling at his hip. “It’s worth every silver sceatta to put an end to that witch.” 


CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE