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

 It was working, wasn’t it? It may be taking a little longer than anticipated for her feet to touch the ground, her head to stop feeling as if spun like a globe in a darkly careering world, her body to centre. Through the dark, through the mist, that voice called her. That voice was one she knew vaguely. Thank God, she was back. For a second there, it had been touch and go. She’d found herself in some terrible situations, but so long as it was not a raid, not a ship, so long as her actual appearance wasn’t too noticeable, so long as it wasn’t worse and she could explain herself, this was fine. She was here and that voice was familiar. 


CHAPTER FORTY TWO