Blurb:PLAYING WITH FIRE!
Caragh Ó Brannon defended herself bravely when the enemy landed—only, now she finds herself alone with one very angry Viking….
Styr Hardrata sailed to Ireland intending to trade, never expecting to find himself held captive in chains by a beautiful Irish maiden.
The fiercely handsome warrior both terrifies and allures Caragh, but he is forbidden territory. He is the enemy…and he is married. Yet Styr harbors a secret that just might set them both free….
Resist them if you can!
RITA® Award finalist Michelle Willingham grew up in a military household that took her all over the world, including Thailand, Germany and England. She wrote her first historical romance at the age of twelve and was delighted to fill up eight pages of a legal pad. Thankfully, most of her early stories have been destroyed and are unavailable for blackmail. Michelle taught school for eleven years before retiring to stay home with her children and write full-time. She married a rocket scientist, and they live in southeastern Virginia. When she isn’t writing historical romances, she loves to cook, read and avoid exercise at all costs. Visit her website at www.michellewillingham.com or find her on Facebook at www.facebook.com/michellewillinghamfans and on Twitter at www.twitter.com/michellewilling.
Slowly, he stood, eager to escape the confines of this place. He struggled to open the door, but when he stepped outside, he breathed in the scent of freedom. All was quiet, the night cloaking the sky with darkened clouds. In the distance, he spied the flare of a single torch.
He gripped the chains to hold his silence as he tiptoed into the night. Soundlessly, he made his way towards the beach where he saw her staring intently at the sand. Alone, with no one to help her.
In her face, he saw the dogged determination to survive. It was breaking her down, but she kept searching. He'd known men who were quicker to give up than her.
She walked alongside the water, the torch casting shadows upon the sand. In the faint light, her face held a steady patience. Her skin was golden in the light, her brown hair falling over her shoulders in untamed waves.
She was far too gentle for her own good. What kind of a woman would capture a Norseman and then give up her own food? Why would she bother treating his wounds, when he'd threatened her?
And why was there no man to take care of her? No husband or a lover . . .
Styr remained in the shadows, even knowing that he shouldn't be here. He ought to be studying the perimeter of the ring fort, searching for hidden supplies or information about these people.
Instead, he couldn't take his eyes off Caragh, as if she were the vision of Freya, sent to tempt him. Like the women of his homeland, she possessed an inner strength he admired. Though Fate had cast her a bitter lot, she'd faced the grimness of her future.
Taking him prisoner was the action of a desperate woman, not a cruel one. He knew within his blood, that if he left her now, she would starve to death.
He shouldn't care. He owed her nothing.
And yet, he couldn't bring himself to walk away.
Look for To Sin with a Viking available July 23rd, 2013 from Harlequin® Historical. You can read more about To Sin with a Viking here or join the discussion on Facebook. (P.S.–it’s on sale for $1.99, for a limited time).