I've been watching the Vikings on the History channel and really enjoying the series until it got a bit too bloody for me but it came out after I'd written On Timeless Wings of Gold and On the Silver Edge of Time. I truly enjoyed seeing their interpretation of that period of time and how it correlated to my own research of that era. Anyway, I'm feeling nostalgic and I truly loved these two books so thought I'd entertain with an excerpt.
Excerpt from On Timeless Wings of Gold, a Viking Historical Time-Travel Romance:
Torin wanted no part
of this alluring mystery, but the storm brewing across Rurik’s features
promised dire consequences should he refuse to accept his new responsibility. No
one deserved Rurik’s wrath, not even a misplaced witch. He squared his
shoulders, resigned for the time being.
Truly magnificent in her stance
against Rurik, she had sparked his
interest. Memories of his first days of captivity flooded his thoughts. The
fear, the pain, the degradation. Aye, the lass would do well to accept her fate
and not fight.
He’d turned his back, expecting her to
follow. A scuffle sounded behind him, and he glanced over his shoulder.
Rurik dragged the woman toward him. Mindless
of her bare feet, she dug her heels into the hard ground. Torin’s nostrils
flared, and his fists itched to pound the beast for manhandling the woman. She
struggled against Rurik’s hold, and he backhanded her.
“You’ve no cause for brutality, Herre
Rurik.” Torin could stand no more. He stepped forward. “Release her. I’ll
accept your gift.”
“No.” She fought harder.
“Hush, lass. Ye’ve given these men
enough fodder for one day.”
“I just want to go home. If kidnapping
is your game, I promise I’m not worth all this fuss.”
“Your prattle makes no sense. No one
means you any harm.”
She raised her hand to her burning
cheek. “I’m standing here in my birthday suit, surrounded by candidates for a
boxing club, and...”
“I do no’ fully ken the situation, but
I suspect your home doesn’t exist in this time.”
“What—what do you mean?” She dropped
Torin didn’t want to tell her she’d
traveled to the past, not with so many witnesses about. He assumed she’d not accept
the news with grace. Better he wait until they were alone.
“Ye’ve no other safe harbor from the elements,
and the jarl has commanded you to my protection. Best do as ye’re told afore he
changes his mind. Methinks ye would not survive his swift temper.” Already a
purple bruise formed along her jaw line.
Behind them, the murmurings of
disgruntled men grated on his ears. She’d be a fool to stay and subject herself
to more of the Finn-Gaills’ welcome. Not waiting for an answer, he
started down the path again. He could have hauled her over his shoulder and
forced the issue, but he refused to give Rurik the satisfaction.
The crunch of small rocks and dirt
alerted him to her progress. He resumed walking, knowing she followed at a
discreet pace. The short distance gave him little time to contemplate his
“Could you slow it down a bit?” Her
voice sounded breathless. “I like exercise, but I think the excitement has worn
me out, and I’m not used to going about barefooted.”
He rolled his eyes but did as
requested. Afore long, the pixie came abreast. He shot her a sour glare and
chose a stride that kept him a pace ahead. He’d accept the care of this strange
woman, but he refused to do so graciously.
“Great. I’m saddled with a baboon.”
“Name calling will no’ secure you a
place in my heart.” He continued toward his hut, refusing to acknowledge her
attempts to claim some power.
“A place in your heart is not where I
want to be. Home on the other hand...” Though her words held a ring of sarcasm,
he detected the fear she tried to hide. His attitude softened. Having been
subjected to a similar fate two years prior, he could almost sympathize.
“For whatever purpose, ye’ve been
given into my keeping. I, too, am no’ happy about it, but alas, I have no say.”
He inhaled a sharp breath. The salty air stirred memories. A sudden pang of
homesickness clutched his insides, and he almost cried out with the
senselessness of it all. He yanked open the thick slab of rawhide draped over
his doorway with more force than intended. “Get inside.”
The shuffling of her feet stopped. She
drew herself up and took a step back. “I won’t be manhandled by another Richard.”
He had no idea what a “richard” was,
nor did he care. “I’ll no’ ask again.”
“That’s a relief.” Another step backwards
put more space between them. “Ouch.” She lifted her foot and rubbed.
“Ach, ye’re right. Run. The wild
beasties will take care of my dilemma.” He shrugged and ducked through the
portal. Carting her inside might prove entertaining, but if she entered without
force, she’d give him less grief. Aye, he’d once tamed a stray dog in much the
same way. But then, the stray dog had more sense.
The wattle and daub house proved
dismal compared to Jarl Erik’s laborious abode, but it kept him warm and dry at
night. Rather spacious for a thrall’s quarters, Erik had gifted him with a few
amenities. The jarl’s way of relieving guilt, he supposed. His interest shifted
to the wide bench that served as his bed. Would they both fit? No other place
would allow rest unless he arranged deer hides on the ground. Nay, that
wouldn’t do either. No doubt, she’d scream at the first insect that crawled
along her smooth skin.
He picked up a knotted stick and poked
at the coals in the center pit. Herre Erik and Rurik thought to bind him to
this land forever with this gift. No other reason made sense.
Hidden within the tangled arms of the
forest, supplies and a half-built raft awaited him. Two years serving the Finn-Gaills
had given Torin many opportunities to leave, but he bided his time. Having
suffered the bite of Rurik’s lash after his last effort to escape, he’d make
sure his next attempt would prove successful. The time for going home neared—unless
the girl interfered.
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