In Bed With The Viking Warrior
‘I still don’t know who I am…what if I’m an enemy?’Injured in battle, Magnus awakens with no memory of who he is. Knowing he is in danger, he flees…only to encounter a Saxon maiden in peril.Aisly hates the Danes who invaded her land and killed her husband. Yet, when a mysterious wounded warrior saves her life, she cannot turn her back on him. As Aisly tends to Magnus’s injuries, desire surges between them. But when Magnus’s true identity is revealed, she’s thrown into turmoil – she has invited her enemy into her bed!
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âI still donât know who I am... What if Iâm an enemy?â
Injured in battle, Magnus awakens with no memory of who he is. Knowing he is in danger, he flees...only to encounter a Saxon maiden in peril.
Aisly hates the Danes who invaded her land and killed her husband. Yet, when a mysterious wounded warrior saves her life, she cannot turn her back on him. As Aisly tends to Magnusâs injuries, desire surges between them. But when Magnusâs true identity is revealed, sheâs thrown into turmoilâshe has invited her enemy into her bed!
Parting her lips just a little, she pressed them to his. His lips were soft.
But then his hands were on her shoulders and he gently pushed her away.
In that horrifying moment Aisly realised that she had completely misread his attention.
âI want to. Youâre so lovely. But it wouldnât be fair.â
His voice was so gentle and his eyes so soft that she wanted to run and hide. The way her body was responding to him was nothing but wrong. And yet for some strange reason she felt close to this foreigner, closer than sheâd felt to anyone in a long time. She was just so lonely. That was why.
âIâm sorry,â she whispered, and moved back a little.
He caught her wrist before she could get far. âNever apologise for touching me.â
It wasnât an admonishment, precisely. His voice was warm, and if she didnât know betterâhe was an injured manâit was textured with longing.
Some books start with a character or an event in history. Some start with a âwhat ifâ¦?â This is a âwhat ifâ¦?â story. What if two people meet and fall madly in love, neither of them knowing that they are supposed to be enemies? What if by the time they do find out itâs too late to change their minds and hearts but the world wants to keep them apart?
This is how Magnus and Aislyâs story started for me. Magnus is a noble warrior, bound by his duty but with a soft heart. The last thing he needs is a woman who challenges that loyalty. Aisly is focused and fiercely independent, and has already been burned by one bad relationship. The last thing she needs is another man in her life. Yet from almost the first moment they meet they recognise a part of themselves in the other. Theyâll have to work through their own insecurities, whilst the world tries to keep them apart, to find their happily-ever-after.
I hope you enjoy reading their romance as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thank you so much for reading.
HARPER ST. GEORGE was raised in rural Alabama and along the tranquil coast of northwest Florida. It was this setting, filled with stories of the old days, that instilled in her a love of history, romance and adventure. At high school she discovered the romance novel, which combined all of those elements into one perfect package. She lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband and two young children. Visit her website: harperstgeorge.com.
Books by Harper St George
Mills & Boon Historical Romance
Viking Warriors
Enslaved by the Viking
One Night with the Viking In Bed with the Viking Warrior
Outlaws of the Wild West
The Innocent and the Outlaw
Digital Short Stories
His Abductorâs Desire
Her Forbidden Gunslinger
Visit the Author Profile page at millsandboon.co.uk..
For my parents. Thanks for all the babysitting so I could get this book finished!
As always, thank you to Tara Wyatt and Erin Moore for being there for me when the writing gets hard. Thank you to Brenna Mills for reading my unpolished drivel. Special thanks to Michelle Styles for her advice and sharing her historical knowledge. You all are the best. I canât even say how much I appreciate the help.
And a big thank you to my editor Kathryn Cheshire for helping this story shine!
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Smoke filled his nose, burning his lungs as he breathed it in, almost suffocating him until he blew it out in a long wheeze that left him dizzy and nauseated. But his body was so starved for air that he breathed in again almost immediately. A cough tore through his chest, wrenching him sideways, though he could barely move because his arms were caught under an unidentified weight. Slowly he opened his eyes, the heaviness of an extremely long sleep making even that simple task difficult and causing his head to feel muddled and full of cobwebs.
An orange blaze filled his vision and he closed his eyes against the sharp pain that stabbed through his temple. Belatedly, he became aware of the heat warming his body, almost blistering in its intensity because he was far too close to the fire. Turning his head away, he forced his eyes open again only to stare into a pair of grotesque eyes, their lids open wide, the irises clouded over, unseeing. Dead eyes. Heâd seen dead eyes before. A tangled memory of dead bodies came to him. He moved his head away as far as his body would allow to see the rest of the face. The headâs mouth was open in a silent scream.
