The Norsemen Sagas, Book 1
* Kidnapped on her wedding night might be a blessing from the gods. *
Geira Sorensdotter awaits her new husband, but she's filled with doubts about the man and the marriage. Those doubts are forgotten when the village is attacked, her husband is struck down and she is tied up and carried off amidst the raid.
Kori Thorfinnson has waited years to take revenge against the man who murdered his wife. But he soon finds the innocent young woman he's taken as his personal slave is not his enemy, despite her marriage to his foe. Her courage in defying him, her caring heart, and the fiery passion she shares stirs feelings Kori hasn't known since his wife died. Afraid to lose Geira, he binds her to him in many ways – not only with rope, but with his body, his collar and his brand.
Geira quickly learns just how despicable her husband was, and despite her difficult circumstances, grows to care deeply for Kori, her captor. Still, dreams of freedom linger. But once she finds herself with child, she must plan her escape, to save herself and her baby.
However, Kori has plans of his own.
** Contains explicit love scenes featuring A Kinky Twist on History! bondage, spanking, ménage à trois scenes and more!
Read an Excerpt from Norseman's Revenge:
Kori watched the girl with fascination, pleased to find her pretty. He'd worried Einnar would take a sow to wife, but he knew he would enjoy this one. Odd though, that she'd only said her father and brother would rescue her. Did she not care for her new husband? Interesting. He remained silent, waiting for his words to sink through her obviously distressed thoughts. Her bright blue eyes widened, her mouth falling open in shock. She jerked free of his hold.
"I am no ambátt! I am the daughter of a fierce warrior, the wife of a chieftain's son."
"No longer. You belong to me now."
"You will never own me, even if you chain me, brand me and shear my hair."
He took that moment to run his fingers through her long honey tresses. Soft and silky, and shiny. The idea of cutting it away bothered him.
"I may let you keep your hair."
She sputtered and swung at him with her bound hands. He evaded the blow, his fingers fisting tightly in her hair. Her cry this time was full of pain. He tugged, twisting her head back and holding her in place.
"Do not make me punish you now, in front of my men. I have not the time to waste."
She scowled, but tears glistened in her eyes, shining under the moonlight. She nibbled at her lower lip, his gaze lured to the sight. With a muffled groan, he lowered his head, taking her mouth in a devouring kiss. She tensed and tried to break free, but he held her still, forcing his tongue between her lips.
She tasted of mead and delight speared him. To his surprise, her lips melted under his, her tongue tentatively dueling with his. Even better! When he released her, she seemed to protest. Her eyes darkened, horror lined into her face.
He leaned close once again, not surprised when she jerked away this time.
"You will do well, ambátt."
"My name is Geira."
He didn't tell her his, just nodded.
"You will pay for this!"
He folded his arms, daring her to protest further. She didn't, but fixed a stare on him that if it contained daggers, promised he'd be in the grip of death throes. He'd best remember to keep any weapons out of her reach.