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I give you the cover to my debut historical fiction, AVELYNN!
Here’s a little something about the book: 😀
One extraordinary Saxon noblewoman and one fearless Viking warrior find passion and danger in this dazzling and sensuous debut.
869. For eighteen years, Avelynn, the beautiful and secretly pagan daughter of the Ealdorman of Somerset, has lived in an environment of love, acceptance, and equality. Somerset has flourished under twenty years of peace. But with whispers of war threatening their security, Avelynn’s father makes an uncompromising decision that changes her life forever.
Forced into a betrothal with Demas, a man who only covets her wealth and status, Avelynn’s perception of independence is shattered. With marriage looming, she turns to her faith, searching for answers in an ancient ritual along the coast, only to find Alrik The Blood-Axe and sixty Viking berserkers have landed.
In a year of uncertainty that sees Avelynn discover hidden powers, stumble into a passionate love affair with Alrik, and lead men into battle, Avelynn must walk a fine line as her deceptions mount and Demas’ tactics to possess her become more desperate and increasingly brutal.
Avelynn and Alrik are caught in the throes of fate as they struggle to find the way back to themselves and onwards to each other.
When I first set out to write the second book in the AVELYNN series, I had toyed with the idea of giving Alrik his own POV. In the end, I cut the scene along with some 30,000 other words. But I thought, hey, you guys might enjoy a little peek into Alrik’s world, or mind, or pants so to speak. 😀
Gods she was a vixen. Teasing, cajoling. He had no power in her bed. He was helpless, lured by her eyes, transfixed by her body. He released the belt at his waist and removed his tunic, setting them both neatly at the head of the bed. Finding her ready and wet he slid inside her, groaning in pleasure. She gripped him tightly, his cock finding no room to spare as he pulled back slightly, each stroke a vise of pleasure wrapping around him. He was careful, easing in and out until her legs softened—his cue to push deeper. Her back arched; a throaty gasp followed. Each sound she purred only made him harder, his need for her more urgent. He pulled out, hovering on the edge before driving deep inside her. He kept the pace slow, his body slick with the sweat of restraint, as he pushed her to the edge of wantonness, watching her blossom and open to him, her body making its own demands of his flesh.
A little Viking foreplay … a peak from Raven’s Blood … Enjoy 😀
By the time the wine was finished, I was feeling warm and languid. “You’ve been to Francia and Ireland … but where is home?”
“I am from Västergarn, Gotland, an island off the eastern coast of Sweden. My Grandfather is Jarl there.” He leaned against the log, the fire between us. “And you are from England.”
“I live a day’s ride from here. It was quite the adventure to meet you this evening.” I proceeded to tell him about Ealhswith and her daring plan to help me with my deception.
“I am forever in her debt.” He poked the fire with a stick, sending a procession of hot, orange embers floating upwards. “I hadn’t thought of the means necessary for you to meet me. I was focused solely on what it took to make my way back to you.”
It hadn’t occurred to me there would be challenges for him either, but I felt rather pleased with the notion that he had gone to some length to see me again. “What could possibly stop a Viking from getting what he wants?”
The distance between us evaporated, and he pulled me onto his lap, my skirt rucked up to my waist, his intentions hard and clear beneath me.
“Nothing,” he said and proved it.