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….
Forbidden Vikings
Resist them if you can!
Author Bio:
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.
Caragh.
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.
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