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

The fire had died although golden flecks still spun through the air on the same breeze that lifted her hair. Snotra had gone. She had gone in a cart to Ari’s house with her father and as many curses as she could rain on all their heads—credit where it was due, Malice wouldn’t have called Ari the things Snotra had when all he was doing was trying to help ease the situation. 


Snotra hadn’t just gone, she’d gone with as many possessions as the cart could hold too. Soup ladles, tureens. Malice swore she even spied her own apple green dress on top of the pile. Interesting when the damned woman couldn’t have his heart, she’d taken everything else. Chairs, the sweeping brush, the chickens. And not at all keen to let any of it go either when challenged. 


CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN