Viking Fire Saga 3: Coveted

Dyflin/Dubh Linn, Ireland, 877 A.D.

Nope, marrying the awful old ogre her evil uncle has gleefully picked out for her is not something Róisín is on board with. So what’s a girl to do? The only way Róisín can think of, to save her beloved family estate from her greedy uncle’s clutches and herself from a marriage she can’t stomach, is to somehow find her brother, her family’s last male heir, who disappeared years ago. The last time she saw him he was headed to an island in the far North with the Papar. If she wants to find him she’ll have to disguise herself as a boy and somehow convince one of the fierce Finngaill warriors to bring her with him on his ship up there. She can handle a week or so on a ship full of a motley crew of Norse pirates, right? All she has to do is keep her head down and make sure nobody on that ship figures out who she really is. But when the journey doesn’t go as smoothly as planned, and the fierce captain of the ship turns out to be a distraction she finds it very hard to resist, protecting her heart from harm becomes her number one priority. But how does she do that when all she can think about when Birk is near is which part of him to kiss first?

Birk has finally accumulated enough riches to be able to follow his best friend to the vast and rich island of snow and ice in the North. His plan is to claim a nice parcel of land and settle down there with a good Norse woman, preferably one with broad hips and generous curves, that will bear him many sons to honor his name. What he is not in the market for, however, is another shipmate, particularly the puny young lad who shows up at the harbor, begging him to take him with them to Iceland. So why is it that one look into the boy’s compelling blue eyes is enough to make him say yes? What is this need to stay close to the boy and protect him from all the dangers they face on their journey? And why on earth is it that his lips suddenly look so very…kissable?