Waving
hello! Hope you’re having a wonderful summer so far. As always, I’m writing
like crazy with lots of releases coming up. Today, I’m thrilled to announce
Rokar and Tess’s story has finally arrived. Their tale really touched me, and
early readers have loved it, so I hope you will too. They’re such a great
couple. Well worth spending time with.
About the Book
An alpha Viking dragon shifter and his
destined mate face their demons in a scorching romance about second chances.
Tormented by her past, Tess hits the open road, and never looks back until
she’s forced through time to medieval Scandinavia. Caught in an unraveling
prophecy, the only way she can defeat the enemy is to take a mate.
But first, she must work through heart-wrenching memories. What
she doesn't expect is navigating her rocky history alongside a man as broken as
her. A Viking who offers not just solace but sparks untouchable desire.
Though determined to end his rival without becoming mated, Viking Rokar
Sigdir begins thinking differently when Tess joins him on his quest and
awakens feelings he thought long dormant. Yet with passion and a chance to
start anew comes dark flashbacks of losing his kin and the unimaginable pain it
caused. A misery he fears repeating.
Will Rokar and Tess be able to let their pasts go so they can end their nemesis
and share a future? Or are some things just too hard to overcome? Find out as
they journey through time and turbulent memories on a fast-paced, otherworldly
adventure that becomes not just a conquest of their enemy but of their
grief-stricken souls.
Excerpt
“How
did you and Helga meet, anyway?” Tess began walking again. “Or did you grow up
together?”
He
seemed relieved to speak of lighter things as he joined her. “I met Helga when visiting
an allied tribe.” The corner of his mouth inched up. “She was dancing the first
time I saw her.”
How
ironic. “Do you like dancing then?”
“I
did after I met her.” His crooked grin grew a little. “I was very clumsy, but
she didn’t seem to mind.”
“Clumsy?”
She chuckled. “But you’re a dragon! We’re the epitome of grace.”
“In
dragon form,” he agreed. “But I was not so graceful in human form.”
She
arched her brows and eyed him. “So you dance well now?”
“I
dance…less poorly.”
She
chuckled again, detecting a bit of humor lurking beneath all his baggage. “So
you saw Helga dancing. Then what?”
“I
waited until she was done dancing then approached her.” His gaze went to the
trees swaying in the wind. “She continually tucked a lock of hair behind her
ear, but the wind kept blowing it across her face as she smiled at me for the
first time.” He absently rubbed his fingers together as though he remembered
what her hair felt like. “Eventually, I tucked it back for her.”
“Funny
the things we remember,” Tess murmured, rubbing her fingers together as well.
“I recall the feel of Axle’s leather jacket, the scent of cigar smoke clinging
to it. That was my first thought when we finally started chatting. He smoked
cigars, and I smoked cigarettes back then…bad combo…mostly cuz I hate the smell
of cigars.” She shook her head and spoke without thinking. “I should’ve known
then we were a match made in Hell.”
“I
don’t smoke anything,” he divulged, wonderfully frank. “But I enjoy drinking.”
“Me
too,” she echoed then relented. “Though I might’ve leaned on it a little too
heavily lately.” She shrugged a shoulder, not about to apologize. “Or not. Who
knows.”
“We
all cope with things how we will.” He sounded unapologetic. “I have barely
spoken to my kin over the past two years and as you know, shut them out
entirely telepathically…until recently.”
“Right,”
she said. “Because of me?”
“So
it seems,” he conceded. “Yours was the first voice I’ve heard in my head in a
long time. Once that happened, it seemed natural to allow my kin back in.”
“Well,
I’m glad to hear that,” she said. “And for what it’s worth, I’m sorry I busted
into your mind without permission.” She met his eyes, guilty though she had no
choice. “I had no control over it.”
“You
mean your dragon took over?”
“I
assume so,” she replied. “Considering we’re supposedly fated mates, right?”
He
nodded and looked at her with hesitation, clearly wondering if he should say
what he was thinking.
“What
is it, Rokar?” she asked. When he started to shake his head, she urged him on.
“You’re the one who said we needed to start somewhere so don’t hold back.”
He
hesitated another moment before he relented. “I did not mind.”
“Didn’t
mind what?” she prompted when he didn’t go on.
Struggling,
he finally said, “You…”
She
almost grinned. Was he being bashful? “Me?”
“Yes,
you,” he stated bluntly.
She
couldn’t help another chuckle as she tried to draw him out. “Me, what, Rokar?”
“You.”
He sighed and looked at her like she should know what he was talking about. “I
was glad you entered my mind without permission.”
He
went to say more but snapped his mouth shut, evidently finished sharing. At
least in this regard.
“I’m
glad too,” she revealed and meant it. “I like the feel of you within my mind.”
The
minute she said it she regretted it mostly because it sounded like she was
undermining Helga and she hadn’t meant to do that.
“You
do?”
His
question caught her off guard. “Of course.”
Had
Helga rattled his confidence that badly? While typically she’d find that
unattractive in a man, preferring a tough-as-nails sort, she knew deep down
Rokar was plenty tough. He was just wounded and vulnerable in a way she
understood. So she stopped and told him something a woman should have told him
long before her. She gave it to him straight.
In
fact, her dragon gave it to him even straighter.
“You
sound amazing in a woman’s mind, Rokar,” she said. “Your inner voice is
wanna-spread-my-thighs-for-you sexy, and your essence is wrap-around-the soul
warm fuzzies, all ‘the feels,’ protective. Not to mention—”
That’s
all she got out before he proved he did, in fact, possess a good deal of
confidence.
He
yanked her close and kissed her hard.
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