“PICTURE YOURSELF FLOATING OUT OF YOUR BODY—FLOATING… FLOATING… FLOATING…” The hypnotic voice on the self-motivation tape was supposed to help Ruby Jordan solve her problems, not create new ones. Instead, she was lulled from a life full of a demanding business, a neglected home, and a failing marriage—to an era of hard-bodied warriors and fair maidens, fierce fighting and fiercer wooing. But the world ten centuries in the past didn’t prove to be all mead and mirth. Even as Ruby tried to update medieval times, she had to deal with a Norseman whose view of women was stuck in the Dark Ages. And what was worse, brawny Thork had her husband’s face, habits, and desire to avoid Ruby. Determined not to lose the same man twice, Ruby planned a bold seduction that would conquer the reluctant Viking—and make him an eager captive of her love.

As tall and striking as the Valkyries of legend, Dr Rain Jordan was proud of her Norse ancestors despite their warlike ways. But she couldn't believe her eyes when a blow to the head transported her to a nightmarish battlefield and she had to save the barbarian of her dreams. He was a wild-eyed berserker whose deadly sword could slay a dozen Saxons with a single swing, yet Selik couldn't control the saucy wench from the future. He considered Rain a prisoner, and he longed to avail himself of her medical skills—and her considerable knowledge of the male anatomy—but the infuriating woman had ideas of her own. If Selik wasn't careful, the stunning siren was sure to capture his heart and make a warrior of love out of... THE OUTLAW VIKING

Exiled from polite society for being an unwed mother, Lady Eadyth of Hawks' Lair is forced to embark on a marriage of convenience with notorious rogue Eirik of Ravenshire when her son's much despised father threatens to destroy everything she holds dear. Reissue.

BEWITCHED, BOTHERED, AND BEWILDERED ... Even fierce Norse warriors have bad days. Holy Thor! 'Twas enough to drive a sane Viking mad, the things Tykir Thorksson was forced to do —- capturing a redheaded virago, putting up with the flock of sheep that followed her everywhere, chasing off her bumbling brothers. But what could a man expect from the sorceress who had put a kink in the King of Norway's most precious body part? If that wasn't bad enough, his own skald was putting Tykir's embarrassing escapades into sagas for all posterity to laugh about. And he was beginning to realize he wasn't at all immune to the enchantment of brash red hair and freckles. But he was not called Tykir the Great for nothing. Perhaps he could reverse the spell and hold her captive, not with his mighty sword, but with a Viking man's greatest magic: a wink and a smile.

What in the name of Thor could be making this Viking so blue? - Eating haggis? - Listening to those insufferable bagpipes? - Traveling through Scotland with the world's worst poet? - Searching for the infuriatingly inept witch who's cursed his face... and even more important parts? For Rurik the Viking, life has not been worth living since he left Maire of the Moors. Oh, it's not that he misses her fiery red tresses or kissome lips. Nay, it's the embarrassing blue zigzag she put on his face after their one wild night of loving. For a fierce warrior who prides himself on his immense height, his expertise in bedsport, and his well-honed muscles, this blue streak is the last straw. In the end, he'll bring the witchling to heel, or die trying. Mayhap he'll even beg her to wed ... so long as she can promise he'll no longer be... the Blue Viking.

TYRA, WARRIOR PRINCESS She was too big, too loud, too fierce to be a good catch. But her ailing father had decreed that her four younger sisters—petite, mild-mannered and beautiful—could not be wed ‘til Tyra consented to take a husband. Alas, with no suitors begging for her hand, it looked as if the sisters would all be virgins, pining away on a Norse vine. ADAM, MEDIEVAL PHYSICIAN And then a journey to save her father’s life brought Tyra fact to face with Adam the Healer. A god in human form, he was tall, muscled, perfectly proportioned. This was the physician who could cure her father, and the lover who could finally seduce her to his bed furs. WHEN OPPOSITES ATTRACT… OR NOT Too bad Adam refused to fall in with her plans. Holy Runes! What was a lady to do but truss him up, toss him over her shoulder and sail off into the sunset to live—and laugh—happily ever after.

Has an eye for the ladies, loves a good fight. Splits his sides over rude jokes. Won't ask directions no matter how lost he is . . . even in a longship, for the love of Odin! Sound like anyone you know? Maybe every man you know? Toste and Vagn Ivarsson are all that and more—a lot more. Identical Viking twins, they came squalling into this world together, rode their first horses at the age of seven, their first maids during their thirteenth summer, and rode off on longships as untried fourteen-year-old warriors. And now, having seen only thirty and one winters, they are about to face Valhalla together. Or maybe something even more tragic: being separated. For even the most virile Viking must eventually leave his best buddy behind and do battle with that most fearsome of all opponents—the love of his life.

She said... Caedmon of Larkspur is the most loathsome lout I have ever encountered! When my sisters and I arrived at his castle, we were greeted by servants and children running wild, while Caedmon lied abed after a night of ale. No doubt there will be another child soon, because I must admit he's as handsome as he is virile. And I must endure him, for we are in desperate need of protection, though I can only imagine what this knight will demand of me in return... He said... After nine long months in the king's service, all I wanted was peace...not five Viking princesses running my keep. And the fiery redhead who burst into my chamber that first morning is the worst of all. Why, I should kick her out...but I have a much more wickedly delightful plan for Breanne of Stoneheim, one that will leave her a Viking in lust.

The Viking Is a Princess . . . All Ingrith wants is refuge for herself and a group of orphans from a vicious Saxon commander who would harm the children and destroy her honor. At her age, she no longer expects to find a husband, or even a lover, especially not the arrogant Lord of the Bees! John of Hawk's Lair longs for peace and quiet, not a nagging wife and noisy children. As a knight in the king's service, he spends his cherished time at home working on his beekeeping experiments. So when an irksome Viking princess comes barging into his castle with a horde of orphans, he does everything he can to get rid of her. But then a sexual attraction sparks between them, despite their differences, one that soon has them making honey, rather than war . . .

HELL HATH NO FURY LIKE A PRINCESS SCORNED! Princess Drifa can certainly see why Sidroc Guntersson is a living legend—on battlefield and in bedchamber both. But the King of Stoneheim’s daughter pitches a royal fit when she learns of the true reason for the virile Viking’s passionate attentions. A third-born son with no hope of inheriting the family jarldom, scheming Sidroc must marry and is interested in Drifa only for her father’s land and money. The barbarian is lucky she just cracks him on his fool head with a pottery pitcher! Five years later, Drifa needs Sidroc’s protection—in Byzantium, no less!—though revenge holds more appeal for this man she left for dead. ‘Tis a pity two such perfect enemies match each other so well, passion for passion. So much so that the bold Viking berserker is soon thinking marriage again...only this time it will be on his terms!

A fun, romantic romp yule love! Meet a sexy tenth-century Viking hero and a modern day hero with a Viking heritage who both have the knack for making women melt . . . with holiday cheer. Merry Christmas from the Norse Pole. Bolthor's Bride Bolthor the Skald has been there for his fellow warriors, both in battle and as a friend. Always the bridesmaid, never the bride, so to speak. This gentle giant, now scarred and retired from the fray, has never found a woman who loves him despite his rough appearance—and his poetry, which is woefully bad. Enter the sexy, Saxon widow Katherine of Wickshire Manor, a woman in need of a strong man to take care of her, her four children, not to mention about two hundred chickens, in the style none of her first three husbands could manage. When Viking meets Saxon, the sparks do fly. note: This short story was originally available on the author's website for free but have since been removed. A Viking For Christmas Bodyguard Erik Thorsson, a fiftieth generation Viking, meets Jessica Jones, dressed as a cute Santa Claus, when she stages a righteous attempt to rob the local Piggly Jiggly. All Jessica wants is a refund for a Burping Bear toy, which the store refuses to honor. Fortunately, or unfortunately, Jessica takes hostage another Santa in the store, Erik himself, after accidentally shooting the Little Debbie cupcake display. For the first time in five years, since his beloved wife died, Erik finds himself head over Santa boot heels in love, but how to convince Jessica that he's not her Christmas curse, but instead a Christmas miracle. note: This story was originally titled Naughty or Nice and published in [The Night Before Christmas](https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/447041.TheNightBeforeChristmas "The Night Before Christmas") anthology_

A Viking to bed, not to wed! Medana Elsadottir, known as the Sea Scourge, never planned to become a pirate, but there’s no denying her talent. Her female-only tribe has an island hideaway, food aplenty, goods to trade…everything except the means to breed. That’s where the strapping Norsemen tied up in her ship’s hold comes in handy. Eight godly specimen—and Thork Tykirrson is the most virile of them all. Once their, eh, work is done, they’ll be free to leave. Medana had naught to due with this gods-awful plan, but she wouldn’t mind reaping the benefits. Wed or bed…this Viking has plans of his own. Renowned as the wildest Viking of his time, Thork was returning home to regain his father’s favor. Mayhap even (shudder) marry. His brazen—and very beautiful—kidnapper has likely done him a favor in preventing such an irksome fate. That doesn’t mean he’ll let her off easy. No one takes anything from a Viking that he’s not willing to give…not even a violet-eyed vixen who sets off the wildest fantasies.