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Wednesday, November 21, 2018

Available Now! Norseman's Gift, Book 4 in The Norsemen Sagas – $.99 for a Limited Time!


Book 4 in The Norsemen Sagas, Norseman's Gift, is available everywhere now! For a limited time, you can get it for only .99!



Get caught up in this steamy love story set in 9th Century Scandinavia, a tale of two people who don't know who to trust, yet share a passion that threatens the very foundations of their lives. Katrin is a Seeress,  the gifts of prophecy and empathy bestowed upon her by the gods – with one stipulation:  She must remain pure and innocent of men. Yet, she has been plagues by dreams of a handsome warrior, raising questions about her future. When she comes face to face with her Dream Man, doubts are raised about her entire life.

Hradi, a man unable to trust because of a past betrayal, wants Katrin, almost from the first moment he sees her. Her purity fascinates him and despite the obstacles she has placed in his path, he is determined to have her. Despite his many doubts, he agrees to her terms, confident in her innocence is real. Or is it? Others conspire in secret, making Hradi wonder if he was wrong in trusting the young Seeress.

Read more here and enjoy an excerpt below:

* Is he a threat to the power given to her by the gods – or a threat to her heart? *


Having spent almost all her life under the careful tutelage of the Seeress who has raised and trained her, Katrín anticipates her day of freedom, when she becomes a full Seeress in her own right. Not only does she possess skills as Völva, a wand woman, but also as Spákona, a prophet woman who receives visions and messages from the gods. Katrín looks forward to building her own retinue, with the hopes of bringing prosperity to many. Yet, as that day grows closer, doubts about her mistress arise and spur questions that demand answers.

Compounding her worries are the dreams where she is haunted by a virile warrior, one who inspires longing and desire. Katrín doesn't understand the meaning of these dreams, since the conditions for her to retain her powers require her to remain pure and innocent of men. When she comes face to face with her dream warrior, she is overcome by powerful, lust-inspiring visions.

Since being publicly betrayed, Hradi has despaired of ever finding a woman to trust. He is suspicious of the arrival of the Völur, the group of witches claiming to bring blessings from the gods. Because the young maiden faints at the sight of him, he is certain she fears him, even as he is drawn to her innocence.

Concerned Katrín's mistress intends harm, Hradi makes a deal that allows him time alone with the young witch, far from the watchful eye of her guardian, in the hopes of learning the truth of their intentions. Instead, he soon realizes the innocent Seeress understands him more than anyone else ever has and forces him to face the doubts that have plagued him for years.

Secrets threaten to destroy their fragile trust, and the hope they share for a possible future together. Will they discover the truth, before it's too late?

Features A Kinky Twist on History! love scenes, including bondage and spanking!

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*Note: Print version is not available at the .99 price.

Here's the promised excerpt of Norseman's Gift:

Hradi knew the instant the young flame-haired woman was about to fall and moved quickly to catch her before she tumbled into the river. Her slender body, while limp, was warm and soft against him. The sensation set off strange emotions, combined with several very familiar ones, though it had been some time since desire had sparked in his blood. He scooped her up and turned to his father, ensuring a somber expression to hide the sudden riot in his thoughts.

"To the great hall," Thorfinn said. He turned to the woman named Gunilla. "We have plenty of room for you and your girls. If you'd prefer something more private, we can discuss it after we tend to her."

Hradi let the way to the hall, noting the pale complexion, more striking against the red of her hair. Was she ill and would she spread the illness among the village? Hradi wondered if his father made the right decision inviting this Gunilla into their home.

"What do you think is wrong with her?" His brother Kori, strode up beside him.

"I don't know. I worry if she is ill, it will be devastating for Grindafell."

Kori nodded and placed a hand to the woman's forehead. "She doesn’t have a fever."

"No." Hradi strode quickly through the village and waited while Kori opened the doors to the hall. Aware of the others following, he brought her to the back, and placed her in his own bunk. A moment later, the silver haired Völva pushed past him and sat beside the fallen woman. Hradi resisted the urge to shove the woman aside. Instead, he stepped to the side of the bunk.

"Katrin, wake, my dear," Gunilla said.

The sound of the ill woman's name sent a jolt through Hradi, as if he had actually been struck by Odin's lightning. Why? Why did he feel such resentment to the witch who led the throng of girls?

"Come with me." Kori's grip on Hradi's upper arm drew his focus from the fragile girl. He followed his brother through the hall and outside.

"What has you so uptight?" he asked his older brother.

Kori continued to stride across the village square, to the forest beyond.

"Yo, brother, where are you going?" Hradi followed. Once they were out of sight of the village, Kori stopped.

"I didn't want to discuss this in front of Father yet, but I don't trust the Völva. Even so, the young one, there is something about her."

Hradi nodded. His own interest in the girl had taken root within him and he wanted to learn more about her and what had befallen her.

"What troubles you about the Seeress?"

Kori shrugged. "When I saw her… there is something familiar about her. I was reminded of a tale I heard at The Thing last summer."

Hradi recalled that story. "You think she might be in Grindafell to deceive or cheat us?"

"It's possible. Rumors said there was a witch who pitted clans against each other."

"How can such a woman do that?"

"By choosing those who are already share hostility for each other. A few whispered words, a spell cast to turn the gods from one to the other…"

"You believe such tales?"

Kori shrugged. "Perhaps. Maybe it is the sense I have seen her before, though I cannot say for sure that I have. I think the whispers are worth listening to. I think you can learn if those whispers might be true."

"How?" Even as he voiced the question, Hradi sensed what was coming.

"The girl. The way she looked at you..." Kori held Hradi's gaze. "I think you can use her obvious attraction to get her to trust you."

Hradi let out a bark of laughter. "Brother, you are a fool. She fainted in fear at the sight of me."

Kori's gripped Hradi's shoulder, squeezing. "Did you not see the look on her face just before? That wasn't fear. That was the look of a woman aroused. By you."

Hradi didn't know what to say; the sudden bolt of excitement made it feel as though Thor's thunder itself hammered through him. He had wanted the girl the moment his gaze landed upon her, but only realized the fact at that moment. That she might harbor similar feelings seemed too much to hope for.

"I see the idea intrigues you," said Kori.

Hradi grinned and nodded. "I will certainly enjoy earning her trust."

Thursday, November 15, 2018

Norseman's Gift - Available for Pre-Order Now!


NOW AVAILABLE FOR PRE-ORDER!
 NORSEMAN'S GIFT – THE NORSEMEN SAGAS  BOOK 4 

Just in time for the holiday season – Norseman's Gift is now available for pre-order everywhere, for the low price of 0.99! Book 4 in The Norsemen Sagas is the story of Katrin and Hradi, and continues the saga of the clan of Grindafell and their allies. Set in 9th century Scandinavia, Norseman's Gift shares A Kinky Twist on History! with the other books, but with some differences as well. You see, Katrin is virginal and pure – and she must remain so. As a Seeress, she runs the risk of the gods taking away her powers of prophecy and empathy if she lays with a man. Of course, Hradi has no intention of keeping his hands off her. It doesn't hurt that he also knows many ways to please a woman, as Katrin will soon find out.

Pre-order Norseman's Gift everywhere – and have it the moment it goes live 11/21:




* Is he a threat to the power given to her by the gods – or a threat to her heart? *

Having spent almost all her life under the careful tutelage of the Seeress who has raised and trained her, Katrín anticipates her day of freedom, when she becomes a full Seeress in her own right. Not only does she possess skills as Völva, a wand woman, but also as Spákona, a prophet woman who receives visions and messages from the gods. Katrín looks forward to building her own retinue, with the hopes of bringing prosperity to many. Yet, as that day grows closer, doubts about her mistress arise and spur questions that demand answers.

Compounding her worries are the dreams where she is haunted by a virile warrior, one who inspires longing and desire. Katrín doesn't understand the meaning of these dreams, since the conditions for her to retain her powers require her to remain pure and innocent of men. When she comes face to face with her dream warrior, she is overcome by powerful, lust-inspiring visions.

Since being publicly betrayed, Hradi has despaired of ever finding a woman to trust. He is suspicious of the arrival of the Völur, the group of witches claiming to bring blessings from the gods. Because the young maiden faints at the sight of him, he is certain she fears him, even as he is drawn to her innocence.

Concerned Katrín's mistress intends harm, Hradi makes a deal that allows him time alone with the young witch, far from the watchful eye of her guardian, in the hopes of learning the truth of their intentions. Instead, he soon realizes the innocent Seeress understands him more than anyone else ever has and forces him to face the doubts that have plagued him for years.

Secrets threaten to destroy their fragile trust, and the hope they share for a possible future together. Will they discover the truth, before it's too late?

** Featuring A Kinky Twist on History! love scenes, including bondage and spanking!

In the meantime, catch up on Books 1 through 3 of The Norsemen Sagas:

Norseman's Revenge



Norseman's Deception

Norseman's Salvation:

Saturday, May 6, 2017

Release Day! Norseman's Salvation is Here!



The long-awaited Book 3 in The Norsemen Sagas, Norseman's Salvation, is out today, and available everywhere in e-book and print! Norseman's Salvation is the tale of Jolinn, a highly-trained yet untested shield-maiden, and Brosa, a powerful warrior and son of the jarl, who is still struggling with past failures. Determined to prove her worth as both a warrior and a woman, Jolinn clashes with Brosa, especially after she is given to him as a slave for disobeying orders. Brosa soon learns Jolinn won't be easily tamed, and their smoking hot chemistry takes over.

Norseman's Salvation is set in 9th Century Scandinavia, in fictional and historical settings. And while the story technically occurs between Books 1 and 2, it stands alone. Featuring gritty realism and A Kinky Twist on History! love scenes, this book was a blast to write. I love to write gory and bloody fight scenes, as well as lots of steamy love scenes, and this book has a lot of each. It also has a perfect cover – the gorgeous Michael Foster is Brosa, and the talents of Winter Bayne perfectly brought the couple to life. I think it really conveys the combative nature of Jolinn's and Brosa's relationship, as they struggle to find a common ground that doesn't make either of them appear weak or worse, foolish. Add to the mix that both are stubborn and prideful and, well, you can imagine the sparks (of all kinds) that fly – these two butt heads in more ways than one!

Get your copy here – and check out an excerpt below:

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* Can She Survive His Cruelty - And Save His Tortured Soul? *

Jolinn Gallarsdottir has trained hard to become a fierce shield-maiden. Hoping to impress Brosa Sorensson with her skills, she seduces him when he is vulnerable, in an attempt to win his heart as well.

Wracked with guilt over his failure to save his men, Brosa has spent many months attempting to restore his honor and once more gain the blessings of the gods. The goal is pushed farther out of his reach when he beds Jolinn, tarnishing his reputation further. He vows never to let it happen again, though he cannot escape his thoughts of a dark-haired temptress with a sexual appetite to match his own.

When Jolinn's request to go raiding with the men is rejected, she stows away, disobeying her father's orders. As punishment, she is given to Brosa as his slave. Vowing to prove her worth as a warrior and his equal, she defies him at every chance.

Determined to dominate Jolinn and bend her to his will, Brosa soon finds himself enjoying her fire and their battles lead to more passion. But when the gods ask him to make the ultimate sacrifice, will everything between them be destroyed?

** Contains A Kinky Twist on History! love scenes, including bondage, spanking and more!

Here's that promised excerpt – careful where you read this, it most definitely is NSFW!

Brosa accepted yet another horn of ale from one of the serving slaves and drank it quickly, holding the hollowed horn out for more. Finally, the effect of the drink had taken hold and the gut-knotting guilt ebbed, though it didn't disappear. It never did when these moods overtook him.

All around him, the celebration continued unabated, music from the harps and flutes and lurs enticing several clan members to dance. Brosa sneered at the revelers. They cared nothing for those lost.

Sensing someone watching him, he turned, once again meeting the dark eyes of the lovely woman who had seated herself at his father's table. She seemed familiar, but he found himself unable to recall her name. She offered a smile, accompanied by a strong attraction clear in her gaze. For the first time in months, he felt a stirring of desire, his own gaze dipping to her full lips. Did she taste as sweet as the mead she now sipped? The urge to find out took over his thoughts, addled as they were from the ale.

He motioned her to come and sit beside him. The innocent way her eyes widened, followed by the immediate broadening of her grin, stirred him further. A moment later, she'd taken up the intended seat, her eyes focused on him adoringly. Again, he found him struck by her familiarity, but again, failed to recall her name or who she was.

"You are enjoying the feast?" she asked. Her voice, low and husky, sent a shiver along his spine.

He nodded, unwilling to voice the lie. "And you?"

"I am glad you are all returned safely, even if Geira did not accompany you. She is happy where she is?"

"You are a friend of hers, then?"

"Brosa, don't you recognize me?" the dark-haired woman asked.

He didn't answer for several moments, admiring the thin braids woven through her long locks. Once more, his gaze returned to her lips and the urge to taste her grew stronger. He leaned close.

Her hand on his chest stopped him. "Brosa, you don't know who I am, do you?"

He fought the urge to shove her hand aside and haul her against him. Instead, he shook his head. "Forgive me, I do not."

She laughed, a light carefree sound that somehow carried over the din of the feast.

"It's me. Jolinn."

He gaped at her. Jolinn Gallarsdotter? She couldn't possibly be. Jolinn was no more than a child.

"I am no child!"

He'd spoken aloud? The ale had truly scattered his wits.

"I am a woman now," Jolinn continued. "A shield maiden. I've trained hard these last two years."

"But… how… I mean –"

Another laugh and he found himself enraptured by the sound.

"You have not been here in Allesgatt for most of the last two years. Between your journey to Fellskoger, and your journeys after, you spent little more than a couple of days at a time. I am not surprised you did not recognize me."

"Jolinn. A shield maiden. Your father must be proud."

Some of the happiness faded from her eyes before she offered a nod. "And you? Are you proud of me?"

He recalled the little girl who had dogged his every step years ago. He had indulged her, and honestly had enjoyed her attentions, flattered by her childhood adoration. But now, she was a woman, and to see that adoration in her eyes again roused very different emotions.

"I am surprised at how… lovely you've become." The truth sparked a blush creeping into her cheeks, one he found attractive. It must be the ale making him feel this way. That and the fact he had been too long without a woman's warmth.

He turned to his trencher, picking up a rabbit leg and biting into it. The juicy meat did nothing to stop the ever-growing desire. He reached for another piece of meat and handed it to her. The smile of thanks incited another rush of desire. She was truly lovely, lovelier than any other woman he'd known.

But surely she knew what a failure he was as a warrior. Why did the thought of her disappointment feel like a rusty axe slicing into his gut? He averted his gaze, unable to look into those dark adoring eyes a moment longer.

"Brosa? Are you unwell? Or just drunk?"

He gave a bitter laugh. "Jolinn, I am many things. Drunk is but one of them."

"Maybe you should rest. You've had a long journey and with all that ale, surely you must be anxious to find your bed."

Despite the drink, there was no mistaking the invitation in her words. Was little Jolinn actually trying to seduce him? No longer little. Though mostly hidden beneath the leather armor she wore, he still made out her sensual curves. His fingers suddenly itched to touch her, to remove the apron and the dress underneath. To stretch her out beneath him and savor the heat of her body.

He shouldn't. He was no longer worthy of her esteem, might never be again until the gods saw fit to forgive him for allowing his clansmen to die. Damn the gods! Jolinn was clearly offering herself. This might be his last chance to be selfish and take what he wanted.

She leaned in close, placing a hand on his arm. Slowly, her fingers crept upward, until they rested on his shoulder.

"Come, Brosa. I have the perfect place for you to seek your… rest."

She squeezed his shoulder and stood. Brosa glanced around. No one seemed to pay them the slightest notice, the clan too caught up in the feast. Contests of skill and strength had broken out among several of the men, accompanied by both shouts of encouragement and slurs.

She held out a hand and he took it, allowing her to pull him up and lead him from the longhouse. The cool night air was welcome against his warm cheeks and he remained silent, content to follow. She hesitated before a small cabin and turned. The moonlight illuminated the combination of eagerness and uncertainty lined into her face.

"Will you come inside with me?" she asked, her voice soft and hesitant.

"Do you know what I will ask of you?"

She nodded.

"If you are sure –"

"I am," she said, perhaps a little too fast.

He smiled, lifting a hand to touch her cheek, sliding to the back of her head. He held her still and lowered his head.

At the first touch of his lips against hers, he lost all restraint and devoured her mouth, sweeping his tongue past her parted lips to taste her sweetness. Spurred by desire and the amount of ale, the kiss grew hungry and demanding and he clenched his fingers in her hair to hold her near.

When her tongue dueled his, the remainder of his control fled. He slid his hands to her buttocks and pressed her hard against him. His cock ached already and the feel of her fingers sliding around his neck, her arms holding him tight, spurred him to reach behind her for the door and shove it open, stepping her backward into the small cabin.

He finally needed to pull away to catch the breath she'd sucked from him with the heat of her desire. Slowly, her heavy-lidded eyes opened and he nearly lost his command of his senses once more to see the fiery passion he'd felt a moment before. He kicked the door shut and yanked her hard against him.

"You are brazen."

He didn't give her a chance to answer before claiming her mouth again. She gave the sweetest little whimper, but never backed away. When his fingers found the clasp behind her neck holding the leather armor in place, hers attacked the ties of his own tunic. He kept his lips fused to hers, fearing if he relinquished the kiss, she might vanish.

Awareness of her hands on his shoulders, shoving, pushing him away, cut into the haze overtaking his logic. He stumbled back a step before steadying himself.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

Her shoulders heaved with several deep breaths before she gave him a sly smile. "Go slow. There is no need to rush."

With that, she reached behind her and undid the last buckle holding her armor in place. The leather slid to the floor with a soft thud. Unable to look away, Brosa found himself ensnared by the sight of her slender fingers undoing the brooches holding her smokkr in place. Each sweep of her hands undid more and more of her clothing, until finally, the last remnant, her undershift, slipped from her shoulders, baring her breasts, along with the rest of her statuesque body.

Before he had the presence of mind to contain himself, he found himself cupping her warm flesh, savoring the way she moaned and swayed toward him, her eyes fluttering. A smile tugged at his lips, his gaze focused on the creamy skin bared for his pleasure. Her pleasure. While he delighted in the feel of her, he found himself more enamored of the way she sighed and arched into his touch. He studied her face, enthralled by the delight melting into her features, making her even more lovely than before.

"Do you like that?"

His voice, husky and heavy with desire, mingled with the faint sounds of the celebration carrying through the air from the longhouse. He ran his fingers across the hardened tips of her breasts, rolling her pebbled nipples to draw from her the most delightful quivers.

Her gaze locked on his. The yearning in her dark eyes sent his lust soaring. Her tongue darted out and slid along her bottom lip. Desperate to taste her again, he caught her mouth with his, thrilled with the way she opened and let him inside. Yet, instead of submitting to his hungry kiss, she responded with a ferocity that left him reeling.

A moment later, her hands slid into his hair, holding him against her while she taunted him with her sweet mouth. Hic cock throbbed, pulsing need making him desperate to shed his own clothing, feel her bare skin pressed against his.

She yanked her mouth from his and pushed him away again. "You are wearing too many clothes."

Had she read his thoughts? He chuckled, amusement at her boldness spurring another layer of wanting.

"Are you a witch to taunt me so brazenly?"

She shook her head. "No. Just a woman who desires you as you desire me. Remove your clothes."

He gave her a pointed stare. "Are you giving me an order?"

A coy smile curled her lips. When he moved to kiss her again, she placed a hand against his chest, halting him.

"Until you are naked, you may not touch me again."

Surprised by the obstacle she put between them, he narrowed his eyes. "You tease me, bringing me here, and now you refuse?"

She shook her head. "No, I will not refuse you. Once you have removed your clothes. If you want to lay with me, you will show me the same respect I give you."

"You are bold." He grinned. "I like it."

Her satisfied and proud smile roused a responding respect, further sparking his desire for her. He yanked his tunic over his head and shoved his pants down, stepping out of them and kicking them aside. He spread his arms wide.

"Do you approve of this?"