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

For a second disbelief hung in the air with her breath. He lowered his gaze. What was this? A trick to get her to sign these papers? Well played too. In all the years she had known him, she couldn’t remember seeing him so unguarded. His shiny black boots may have been polished to perfection, that lock of hair dance across his forehead, the same as always, his mouth never turned down like this. 


He edged his tongue forth to moisten his lips. “You were right. It was the wrong thing to do. I can’t marry her. Anyway, she’s impossible.” 


 “Well, I have no doubt it takes one to know one.” 


 “Malice, I have come here bearing the hand of friendship—” 


 “You have come here bearing a set of divorce papers which you hope I will agree to in order to deal with a pile of debts, that if you do not pay—” 


 “Oh, do not let my debts worry you.” 


CHAPTER FORTY