They were known to be the fiercest of all Norse warriors, charging into battle in a wild frenzy, no protection except the weapon they held in their hand.
Said to have the spirit of a wild animal inside of them, they were feared … revered.
And I had fallen in love with one.
CalderI was a wanderer, a free spirit. I was paid to track and hunt, to kill. It’s what I did, how I survived. And I loved every minute of it.
But I found myself going to the same village because of one person … Greta.
I shouldn’t want her. She’s far too innocent for the likes of me. I’m more animal, more feral than the fiercest of Vikings. But I can’t stop myself from being drawn to her.
And then she’s taken from me before I can claim her.
I’ll find her and bring her back. But that’s not all I’ll do.
Once Greta is back in my arms, I’m making her mine and never letting her go.
Warning: This story is totally wild and unrealistic. But it’s filthy and sexy, features a totally over-the-top hero who only has eyes for one woman, and he’ll do whatever it takes to make her his. If you didn’t like Vikings before now, that’s about to change *wink*
*Blurb unedited/not finalized
She prefers gloomy days, eats the topping off of her pizza first, and prefers to wear socks year round.