Viking's Fury

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by Saranna Dewylde


  “Not me. She’s as big as a bear and just as angry. You married her, you deal with it.” Eir teased. “It’s your fault she’s like this anyway.” The woman grinned.

  “Yeah, you just wait until Thane and Thora are calling you Grammy and pulling your braids like reins.”

  “I’m looking forward to it.” Eir’s smile softened, until Mercy yelled again.

  “Put that damn tankard on a tile. You’re going to ruin the wood. It’s like you two were born and raised in a barn.” Mercy leaned over the stairs, her riot of long red hair swaying in the cool breeze coming in off the water.

  Magnus grinned. “Not a barn. A mud hut.”

  Instead of being irritated with him, she smiled. “Come here. Your bite-sized Valkyries are kicking up a storm.”

  Magnus darted up the stairs and grabbed her, hand on her belly. The ferocious little kicks delighted him. They were so fierce, so strong—qualities the babes would need once they came to meet the world.

  Rebuilding the Acadian way of life and culture was taking time, but when he was out destroying, earning his name and killing his way across the ‘verse, this was what he’d been seeking all along.

  He didn’t know if he actually believed in Valhalla, but if it was real, he imagined it looked a lot like this moment.

  MORE FROM SARANNA DEWYLDE

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  Coming September 15, the second in my Labels series: Slut.

  “You’re a woman who is comfortable in her own sexuality. That necessarily means you must be labeled, categorized and filed away for everyone’s safety.”

  Rebecca “Bex” Foxworth likes that description of herself. It makes her sound strong, dangerous, and powerful—like she’s standing against some grand injustice by using her body as she sees fit. That’s how her friend Claire Howard sees her and if Claire has taught her anything, it’s that labels are defined by the people who wear them, and not the other way around.

  But SLUT is more than a label to Bex: it’s her armor. It protects her from ever having to share her true self. The loop in her head tells her she’s innately flawed and wholly unworthy. Why else would her parents insist she go under the knife for a new nose, a new body, and plastic perfection?

  That’s something Thornton Henry Edgeleaf would never understand. Thornton is perfect, in every way—handsome, worldly, passionate—with just one unforgivable flaw: he’s utterly sincere. It makes Bex want to run screaming, back into the familiar, indifferent arms of men who won’t fail to dismiss and mistreat her. But nothing’s as easy as it used to be…

  Books by Saranna DeWylde

  The Labels Series

  Fat

  Slut

  10 Days Series

  How To Lose A Demon in 10 Days

  How To Marry A Warlock in 10 Days

  How to Seduce An Angel in 10 Days

  Desperate Housewives of Olympus

  Desperate Housewives of Avalon

  Ride of the Darkyrie

  Writing as Sara Lunsford

  Sweet Hell on Fire: A Memoir of the Prison I Worked In and the Prison I Lived In

 

 

 


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