In which a Viking genuinely falls for you

You had been warned about Northmen your entire life.

No one warned you about finding one naked in the river.

When a group of Norse traders arrives near your quiet English village, you know better than to involve yourself with them.

Especially with Eirik Halvardsson.

Tall, silver-tongued, infuriatingly amused by everything you say—and entirely unashamed that their first meeting involved considerably fewer clothes than propriety permits—Eirik is everything you have been taught to mistrust.

A heathen.

A foreigner.

A warrior.

And, unfortunately, far more charming than any dangerous man has a right to be.

What begins with accidental encounters beside the river soon becomes conversations neither of them intends to seek out, arguments neither wants to win, and a fascination increasingly difficult to dismiss.

But summer cannot last forever.

Eirik belongs to the sea.

You belong to England.

And when his ship is finally ready to sail north, they must confront something far more frightening than raids, rival kingdoms, or angry gods.

The possibility that meeting was the easy part.

Leaving each other may be impossible.