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We're just a week away from the release of Claimed by her Viking Wolf, so I thought I should probably bring you a tease from it :-)
To set the scene, Kim has taken Asger back to her house, and has just finished stitching up his wound. Noticing his tattoo she asks what it means.... What follows, well, you'll see. Let's just say I had great fun imagining what a Viking would make of modern day inventions!
His deep voice trembled trough her. When he raised his hand to show her the ring on his finger, she could see the same design repeated on there.
Sign of Liufr he said. Earlier on he’d mentioned that he was the son of Liufr, so that must be his village, clan, or she guessed pack. She would have to consult her books on Norse mythology and old family trees to be sure, but that name rang a faint bell. It might just be an oft used one, but something about it made the fine hair on her neck stand up. A shiver went through her. Instantly, his warm hands landed on her shoulders, so shivers of an entirely different kind rolled over her. The calloused pads of his fingers stroked along the rapidly beating pulse point in her neck, and her throat went dry when he leaned down, inhaled, and smiled.
“Pokk, minn kona.”
“You’re welcome, but you’ll have a scar, and you’re…”
Her words faltered when he put he ran his fingers up and along her jaw, tracing his thumbs over her lips.
“Shhh. Talk too much.”
Her eyes widened at the broken English he uttered, and she scrambled away from him.
“You can speak English?” she asked. When he shrugged his shoulders in answer, she glared at him.
Asger made a pincer movement with his thumb and forefinger.
“Little,” he said. Kim released the breath she hadn’t been aware of holding. Something about the wicked gleam in his eyes made her think that he could understand more than he was letting on. It meant she had to fight the renewed blush creeping into her face. Really, what was it with the blushing schoolgirl act? Kim was no innocent. Yes, it might have been far too long since she got laid, and this man might be a sex on legs Viking freaking hunk, but that didn’t mean she had to act like a whimpering virgin now, did it?
To regain her equilibrium somewhat, she stepped up to the sink and turned on the water to wash her hands. A shout from behind her, followed by the loud clang that signaled the bench clattering to the floor gave her a moment’s notice before said Viking was next to her. He stared at the flowing water in seeming disbelief, if the expression on his face was anything to go by.
Asger frowned at her when she laughed and pointed to the tap.
“Here is where you turn it on and off. Look.” She proceeded to show him, all too aware of his brooding presence. When his large hand closed over hers to mimic her actions she had a hard time drawing air into her lungs. Never before had she had such an instant, visceral reaction to any man. This close to him, his primal masculine scent pulled her under his spell.
It also brought home how hot he was. Surely, even if he was a shifter he was too hot? Disentangling her fingers from his, she ducked under his arm and stepped away. Asger was too engrossed in turning the water on and off with a small smile to take much notice of her departure, so she allowed herself a moment to watch the almost childlike fascination he showed in learning about his surroundings. Her amusement fled when he stuck his whole head under the stream of water, and then pulling it out again, shook himself like a wet dog. Water droplets flew everywhere. Asger grinned at her screech when several hit her straight in the face.
It was the way those droplets clung to his hair-roughened skin, however, as they slowly slid down his torso and soaked into the bandage… Damn the bandage.
Cursing her own ogling and the stupidity of males everywhere, she snatched up a towel and threw it at him.
“Jesus, men. Use this to dry off. That sink is for washing your hands, not yourself. That’s what a shower is for, you displaced big oaf.”
Asger caught the towel easily enough and dried off with a small smile. That blasted man was far too aware of the effect he had on her, it seemed. Then again the fact that she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his abs probably was a dead giveaway.
“Shower?” he asked, and Kim wrenched her gaze back up to his face, and immediately regretted her outburst. She was no nurse, but she recognized eyes glazed over with fever when she saw them.
“Yes, we use it for washing. I’ll show you later. For now we need to get you into bed.” At his blank expression, she rolled her eyes, held her hand up to bid him to stay and walked off to the living room in search of her dictionary. She should have known he wouldn’t stay put, because the growl behind her when she switched on the lights in her cozy little front room would have made any sane person run for the hills. She moved the TV remote to put down the dictionary she’d pulled out of her bookcase, and the TV roared to life. Great, she must have hit a button to make it—all hell broke loose as the news came on.
With a speed and strength belying his injuries, Asger pushed her out of the way, swung his sword with a roar of fury, and her nice brand new, treat for herself, flat screen TV was just a mangled, cut in half, smoking, ruin of parts at a dumbstruck looking Viking’s feet. He kicked the pieces of plastic, glass and electrical bits, sheathed his sword, and scratched his beard, as he looked behind the TV stand. Kim couldn’t help it. She laughed. Once she started, she couldn’t stop, because really, it was that or cry. The tears came anyway, as all the events over the last few hours came crashing down around her ears, and her knees gave out. She would have crashed to the floor, had Asger not caught her. Grunting, he sat down with her in his arms on the settee. She couldn’t understand a word he was saying to her, but somehow, the deep, soothing cadence of his voice got through to her anyway. When she finally stopped sniffing and pushed against his chest, he let her go.
Her gaze fell to the ruined TV, and she gave another shaky laugh.
“How the fuck am I going to explain that to the insurance company? I was practicing my sword skills and oops, I managed to slice my TV in half?”
He didn’t answer her, of course, just watched her with a wary expression on his face that screamed his discomfort, but also his concern. Clearly he had no idea what to do with this outburst of hers, and Kim sighed. Why was life never easy?
When historical romance writer Kimberly Talbot finds a displaced, injured Viking at her campfire, her life sure starts to get complicated. She can’t leave him there. Besides, what sort of writer would she be if she didn’t take up this splendid opportunity for some hands on research of the sexy Viking god variety?
All she has to do is keep her heart out of the firing line.
Asger, son of Liufr wakes up in a strange, cursed land, out of time, injured, and unable to shift. Drawn to the fire of the flame haired kona by her intoxicating scent and the promise of food and shelter, he has no choice but to trust the woman his wolf claims is their mate, their válað, the very key to his return home.
He doesn’t belong in these strange times, but does Kim belong in his?
A choice has to be made…
Releases November 25th
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