THE VIKING PRINCESS is the story of legendary Viking hero, Holger Danske, and his forbidden romance with King Arthurâ€™s half-sister, Morgaine LeFay. A tale never told outside of Denmark…until now.
Morgaine and Holger face an attraction more powerful than any sword, stronger than any warrior and more magical than all the powers of Merlin.
EXCERPT OF THE VIKING PRINCESS
He laughed at her, making her senses bristle.
She was not amused. â€œAm I humorous?â€
â€œI have heard you are many things,â€ he replied, â€œbut humor has never been cited as one of your virtues.â€
â€œFirst you laugh at me, and then you belittle me. Is this the way you treat all women?â€
He pulled back on the reins. His horse slid to an immediate standstill. Then, burying his face into her hair, he whispered in her ear, â€œI have shown enormous restraint. Would you like me to show you how I treat all women?â€
The burning ember inside her flared to a flame. The muscles low in her belly tightened, as she clenched her legs tighter, wrapping them around his steed. Sucking air into her lungs, she felt the immediate pulse of desire race through the core of her body. She wanted to reach back over her head and wrap her arms around his neck, to pull him even closer.
It was all she could do to hold her tongue and keep from begging him, when all she wanted to say was, â€œYes, yes, please show me.â€
Her body motionless, she could feel the warmth of him as his hands grew bold, slipping beneath the soft linens covering her, his fingers gently gliding up over her stomach, travelling beneath her breasts and edging upâ€¦
A voice whispered inside her head. What are you doing? This man is your enemy. He intends to kill you, your brother, everyone you loveâ€¦
She grabbed his wrists, holding him still and steady.
â€œYou have caught me, kidnapped me, and dragged me here. I may be your prisoner, but do not think that I am interested in your advances.â€
His body tensed and he pulled back his hands, gripping her firmly about the waist. â€œI, Holger, the prince over all the Norse lands, have never had a woman decline the privilege of being my lover.â€
â€œPrince or pauper, it matters not to me what rank you hold, for I, too, am highborn and accustomed to many privileges,â€ she snapped back, unwilling to let him bask in his own conceit. â€œAnd being your lover is not a privilege I would prize.â€
â€œPerhaps,â€ he said, softening his touch. Slowly he ran his finger down the length of her neck, taunting her. â€œBut are you accustomed to this?â€ He swung her around to face him; his mouth moved to her neck, gently caressing her throat with his lips and tongue.
The warrior with the devilâ€™s horns was surprisingly gentle and tender with his affections. Morgaine could not contain her pleasure. A small sigh moved up from her throat, over her lips, unexpectedly escaping into the night air.
â€œThis is nothing,â€ he whispered against her flesh, his hand moving down over her navel. Traveling to the valley between her thighs, he pressed his fingers into her apex and she gasped at his touch.
He pulled his hand back. â€œAfter your shrill tongue and insults, the next time you will have to beg for my attentions.â€
His tone shocked her back into the present. No man had ever spoken to her in this manner. He had no idea of her power. She was not some peasant he could toy with. Morgaine Le Fey was a princess, the sister of King Arthur. It was her turn to laughâ€¦and it came out of her loud and hard. He must not know of her talents. She was the most powerful sorceress in Camelot and perhaps a dozen other kingdoms.
â€œMe? Beg? To think you will ever witness such an act from me,â€ she started to say but then shook her head and continued, â€œYou must be more than foolish.â€
â€œWe will see,â€ he said, sounding more arrogant and insolent than ever.
â€œYes, we shall see,â€ she replied, as he gave his horse a nudge and they continued riding.