The Norsemen Sagas, Book 2
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* He Saved Her From Outlaws - Who Will Save Her From Him? *
Fearing an arranged marriage, Thora Korisdotter flees her village, vowing never to return. With her two pet wolves beside her, she is confident in her safety, protected by the loyal animals. But outlaws attack, wounding one of her beloved pets. Only a mysterious stranger saves her from certain death. Now in his debt, she must repay him as he asks – with her body.
After being cast out of his clan as an outlaw, Ari Hugisson has wandered for years. The time of his banishment is nearing its end, and Ari has the proof he needs to clear his name and unmask the real murderer – his brother. His journey is delayed when he comes across a beautiful woman under attack. Compelled to save her, he also knows exactly how to claim the debt she owes, using the passion lurking under the surface of her fiery nature.
Betrayal cuts deep with the revelation Ari has lied and knows well the man Thora was to wed. But the passion he stirs is unlike anything she has ever known, even if he insists on treating her as little more than a slave.
When Ari confronts those who would see him killed, will Thora stand beside him, even at the risk of losing her family – and her heart?
** Contains explicit love scenes featuring A Kinky Twist on History! bondage, spanking and more!
Read an Excerpt from Norseman's Deception:
"We must discuss your debt."
The words hung ominously between them. Thora gulped, her mouth dry as sand.
"You saved me, and Kata as well."
He nodded, but said nothing.
"I have no coin to repay you, but perhaps we can reach an agreement."
"Perhaps. What can you offer?"
"Well, I am not traveling to The Thing, as you are, but I can give you some of my provisions. Do you have any clothing that needs repair?" She nodded to his horse. "I am also quite skilled at –"
"I was thinking of a different kind of service you can provide."
Thora bit her lip, refusing to voice the question to which she already had the answer. His rescue would cost her dearly, it would seem.
"Do you know what I am asking, Thora?"
His gaze continued to bore into her, and her heart thudded against her ribs. She knew, she was no fool, but wasn't sure she wanted to admit it. She'd not given much thought to laying with a man before, had never been drawn to any man enough to want to. But she was drawn to this one and the realization she half-wanted to agree to his demand frightened her.
She hesitated. "Surely there is something else you will take in payment."
He shook his head. "I don't want anything else."
His words sucked the air from her lungs. "And if I refuse?"
He shrugged. "I can take what I want."
"You would rape me? Then why did you waste your time saving me?"
Again, he shook his head. "It won't be rape. You'll want it."
She forced a brittle laugh. "You are very sure of yourself."
He grinned. "I am."
"I will sic Kati on you."
He threw his head back, his laughter echoing around them. "He is more concerned with his mate."
Ari nodded toward the wolves. Thora turned, dismayed that Kati did indeed appear to be ignoring them. As if sensing her gaze upon him, the wolf looked at her, then at Ari, before resuming his protective position beside Kata. Thora frowned. Still, she had no doubt that if Ari laid a hand on her and she screamed, Kati would come to her defense.
She faced Ari once more. Again, the force of his desire, for there was no longer any doubt that’s what she read in his stare now, started that fluttery feeling in her belly. His gaze roamed lower, lingering on her breasts, sparking a tingling sensation that tightened her nipples. She inhaled sharply, fingers clenching at her sides. A strange weakness swept over her.
"You want it, too."
The husky timbre of his voice spurred another flash of heat between her legs. The unfamiliar sensation wreaked havoc in the jumble of her thoughts, and she found herself staring hard at his lips. A half-smile curved his mouth and he inched closer. Barely aware of his hand moving toward her, she remained motionless, still captivated by his mouth. He drew her close, taking her lips with near-bruising force, and the little moan hovering near the top of her throat escaped.
Fire washed over her, the blood scorching in her veins. His mouth moved slowly, deepening the kiss further, his tongue brushing against her lips. Startled, she gasped. He took that moment to sweep deep inside, leaving her head spinning. Her hands moved of their own accord, sliding to his shoulders, tightening against the muscle there, as if she could steady herself against the turbulent tide of yearning that left her bewildered and breathless.
The rumble of his muted laugh vibrated through her and she found herself hauled against him, her body pressed tightly to his. Her fingers slid into his hair, the velvet of the strands rousing more of the wicked sensations assailing her. And still his mouth devoured hers. Her response strengthened and she dueled his tongue, forgetting where they were. Nothing mattered anymore, nothing but this passion he'd sparked. She wanted more.
He drew away, leaving her bereft, and breathing as heavily as he. Long fingers slid along her cheek to her throat and she arched her head back, silently urging him to continue. He chuckled, the sound jolting her from her reverie.
"You see? You want it as much as I."
She said nothing, couldn't deny the truth, even as she wanted to slap the smug smile from his face.
"Give yourself to me. Come with me to The Thing."
As if he had splashed cold water on her, her wits snapped back into place. Shaking her head, she tried to pull free of his embrace. He didn't release her.