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

Very well. Norway . . . yes. Viking . . . no. Now she lay with her arms constrained, her jacket arms wrapped round her back actually, in this horrible brick-built you could not have swung a cat with these same arms in cell—a mouse either—she saw that. She saw the folly of standing at Cyril’s side and showing him she also had secrets now too. She would just sooner swallow a Norse dragon than admit the pity was she hadn’t seen it then. That she should have shut her lips with nails. That Cyril was probably going to keep her here forever in this place where cold lay on the bricks like a sheen and her teeth chattered to the sound of rats gnawing their way along the corridors at night, was something she could not bear to think. Already she was bone weary enough. 


CHAPTER THIRTY NINE