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Genre: Paranormal, time-travel, Multicultural, Viking, Contemporary, Historical
About The Viking Wants Forever:
A Love Frozen In Time…Source: Info in the About The Viking Wants Forever was from http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00YSP97YI.
Reese Johnson yearns for a life other than the world of drudgery she’s settled for as the manager of a comic book store. What’s that they say? Be careful what you wish for? Well that’s a motto Reese should have tattooed across her forehead. Because Loki, the Norse god of mischief, has just the remedy for the boring life of this woman who denounces his existence.
His recipe for disaster?
Take a 30 year-old woman and send her back in time as a pawn for revenge. Couple her with Eirik Sigurdsson, a Viking Warlord, too arrogant and baggage-laden to be of any use for anything, but battle and bed. Mix thoroughly, folding in a heavy dose of pride, a tyrannical king, and a sympathetic goddess. Bake at high until a white-hot love is unleashed and then forever frozen in time.
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Excerpt:
“You are mine and I will never let you go.”
Stated with such conviction, his tone should have rubbed Reese the wrong way, instead she experienced an odd flutter in her stomach. Not liking this one way street, she countered, “Is that the Viking way of saying you love and cherish me?”
He ran his calloused hands over her forearms in a light caress, and Reese shuddered. “What a good warrior you are. How easily you turn the tables on your enemies. Have them question their defenses.”
Only a few words and the air around them became charged. The pendulum swing of emotions, she'd caged broke free. Sure, she warred with her common sense, any kind of romantic entanglement could cloud her judgment, ruin her chances of ever returning home, and still she hurtled down that path.
Heart pounding, Reese slid her hands into his hair. “What does a mighty warrior like you have to protect?” she asked softly, willing her voice into a calmness she didn’t feel.
With a defeated groan, Eirik stared up at her. “I keep underestimating you.”
“Me?” She widened her eyes with feigned innocence, and experienced a confidence she’d never felt in her life. “I’m a mere woman…a slave.”
“With a deadly arsenal at your disposal,” he whispered. “You belong to me, so it should not matter if you are willing to spread your legs for me or not, but it does.” His hand drifted down her spine, and Reese instantly excused his crudeness as desire shot through her. “I want more. I want—”
“You want everything,” she finished for him, her toes curling as he squeezed a butt cheek. “So like a Viking.”
Stated with such conviction, his tone should have rubbed Reese the wrong way, instead she experienced an odd flutter in her stomach. Not liking this one way street, she countered, “Is that the Viking way of saying you love and cherish me?”
He ran his calloused hands over her forearms in a light caress, and Reese shuddered. “What a good warrior you are. How easily you turn the tables on your enemies. Have them question their defenses.”
Only a few words and the air around them became charged. The pendulum swing of emotions, she'd caged broke free. Sure, she warred with her common sense, any kind of romantic entanglement could cloud her judgment, ruin her chances of ever returning home, and still she hurtled down that path.
Heart pounding, Reese slid her hands into his hair. “What does a mighty warrior like you have to protect?” she asked softly, willing her voice into a calmness she didn’t feel.
With a defeated groan, Eirik stared up at her. “I keep underestimating you.”
“Me?” She widened her eyes with feigned innocence, and experienced a confidence she’d never felt in her life. “I’m a mere woman…a slave.”
“With a deadly arsenal at your disposal,” he whispered. “You belong to me, so it should not matter if you are willing to spread your legs for me or not, but it does.” His hand drifted down her spine, and Reese instantly excused his crudeness as desire shot through her. “I want more. I want—”
“You want everything,” she finished for him, her toes curling as he squeezed a butt cheek. “So like a Viking.”
Meet The Author
Koko Brown is the pseudonym for a quintessential romance junkie who read over 200 Zebra Club novels in less than 30 days the summer before her senior year in high school. Bit by the writing bug at an early, she self-published and made a profit from a newspaper she distributed to her fourth grade classmates. Unfortunately, the school principal didn't appreciate the competition and put her out of business after one best-selling issue.
Undaunted, Koko continued to write and read everything she could get her hands on. She honed her writing skills as a staff writer with her college newspaper and writing obituaries for the local newspaper.
One day back in 2006, Koko came up with the idea for her first erotic manuscript and the rest they say is history. While not writing, Koko loves to travel and shop in thrift stores.
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