Vikings are Hawt
Here's a Wednesday snippet from my Viking romance novel Her Heart's Surrender.
“Say my name again, little lamb.” He’d never get enough of hearing it caressed by her lips.
“Hella.” She pushed it through her clenched teeth a moment before he kissed her again.
I’ve been blessed by the gods tonight. Given a second chance to have this woman. He wouldn’t waste it.
One woman will turn the tide of battle by risking everything for the man she loves.
Taken from her village as a child, Ealasaid has lived under the iron rule of a Viking king for far too long. The only good to come out of her life is her son. As long as the king lives, their freedom and hope for the future seems dismal. Despite her contempt for the king and his bloodline, she's drawn to Hella Ingvasson, the man who kidnapped her, and the plight he faces when the king dies.
His father's final demand is that Hella must wed if he's to claim the throne. What better revenge than to marry the thrall his father hated most? Despite her fears Hella will become like his father, Ealasaid agrees to marry for her son’s sake, but she quickly learns her husband’s battle scarred body provides more pleasure than nightmares.
Word comes that her brothers also survived the raid and have assembled an army. They march toward a Norse settlement with the intention of revenge. Unless she can reach her brothers and convince them not to slaughter the man and people she's come to love, Hella may become another bloody stain on history's tapestry.
