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

 She was surprised, wasn’t she? Snotra that was. That faithless, troll-toothed wreck Malice, now . . . well, maybe she was surprised too, certainly she gulped in the most surprised way. It wasn’t anything to him. 


How could it be? When she’d left him? When he plainly wasn’t enough for her? At least Snotra was hardly likely to have ever slept with that whinnying mare-faced schoolboy. That doddering old, one foot in the grave goat either. Whereas, with Malice, he wasn’t the least bit certain what she’d done. He had loved Snotra since the day he arrived here, a rescued slave, without hope. A boy who had sold himself for his family’s sake. 


He gritted his teeth. And she loved him, or she wouldn’t answer like that. Raise her lovely eyes to his in the moonlight either. 


“I think we can dispense with certain of the formalities. I just have my headdress to put on. I have been keeping it specially. I take it you have a ring?” 


CHAPTER FORTY FOUR