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288 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published July 23, 2013
Author NoteThe thing about this statement is that infidelity is not just a sexual betrayal of vows, infidelity can also be manifested through the heart and mind. Such is definitely the case with this story. While sexual intercourse doesn’t occur until after Styr is divorced, there are other physical, sexual, and emotional intimacies taking place between he and Caragh, and so I was horribly disappointed in them as people - and in the author for going there, while stating she hadn't gone there.
Sometimes arranged marriages in historical romance end in happily-ever-after. And sometimes two good people are never meant to be together. I wanted to explore the idea of a marriage between a husband and a wife who want to make it work but are unable to connect. And what will happen to them when they meet their true soul mates?
This duet of books, beginning with To Sin with a Viking, explores that theme without trespassing into the realm of adultery. Both Styr and Elena Hardrata deserve a happy ending…but it will not be with each other...
He wished for a moment, that another life could be his.
No man ever wanted to admit his marriage was dying. He'd been married to her for five years, and it still felt as if they were strangers.
It was as if she'd awakened a part of his spirit that had been shielded for a long time.
‘What do you want from me?� she whispered. ‘Everything.� His voice was resonant, pushing past her defenses.
He was the sort of man to carry a woman off and claim her. Without warning, her mind conjured the image of kissing a man like this. He would not be gentle but would capture her mouth, consuming her. A hard shiver passed over her, for she’d never before imagined such a thing. It was madness to even consider it.
He couldn’t remember the last time a kiss had affected him in this way. His body and mind were at war, his honour caught up in the softness of a woman’s mouth.
‘Tying up your lover,� he explained. A snort erupted from Styr, and finally he burst out in a broad laugh. Caragh’s face turned scarlet, as she suddenly understood what the man had been selling. Not only chains to tie up a lover, but the ivory cylinder was a perfect replica of a man’s� Oh dear God.