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

My God. No. The polished floorboards jarred beneath her bare feet. Malice’s stomach lurched. Not just lurched, it then danced all the way up into her throat. Her eyes, which she’d closed for protection against the tide, stayed that way for a second or so, bathing her in darkness, while she counted to ten, willing her stomach back into place. Then she pinged them open. 


Haggersly Hall. She knew it instantly by the hideous pairs of eyes glaring down at her from the equally hideous frames on the staircase wall. By the musty stink of rooms like tombs assaulting her nostrils. She gagged. Haggersly Hall. How could she be back in Haggersly Hall? How? She hadn’t kissed Sin Gudrunsson there just now. 


She froze. Just because the Reindeer had apparently appeared in the rolling waves there it didn’t mean she should be here. Dear God. That could not possibly be the case. 


No. No. No. No. No. This was not happening. A trick of the light surely? A trick of something. A trick. 


CHAPTER THIRTY SIX