Fury of a Viking
The MacLomain Series
Viking Ancestorsâ Kin
Genre: Time-travel Fantasy Romance
Date of Publication: April 17th, 2017
Number of pages: 295
Word Count: 94,000
Cover Artist: Tamra Westberry
Shannon usually prefers the dead to the living. But then running a funeral parlor offers a different perspective. Peace and escape. Or at least it did until the day sheâs summoned by her sister to their Winter Harbor chalet in Maine. Now she knows the truth. The veil between worlds is far thinner than she thought. In fact, itâs so thin she canât prevent her and her daughter, Emily, from slipping back in time.
Of dragon blood, Matthew Sigdir has suffered more loss than most. A wife. Sister. Now, because of a vicious enemy, possibly his son, HÃ¥kon. Infuriated, determined to find his child, he heads north over unforgiving land. What he doesnât expect is a twenty-first century little girl and her beautiful mother, Shannon, to join him on his quest. Nor does he expect Hel to show them favor. And thereâs no turning away Lokiâs daughter when she offers help. Now they have to navigate not only through the elements of a wicked Scandinavian winter but Helheim itself, the underworld of the dead.
While they travel, Matthew and Shannon are forced to face their pasts. What they left behind and all that haunts them. As they do, old wounds heal. Hope grows. Love sparks. Through it all, Emily leads them ever closer to HÃ¥kon. Sheâs the key. But is it already too late? Will they make it in time to save Matthew's son? Or is the enemy one step ahead of them?
He had learned an awful lot today and suffered from years of being haunted. Now his son was gone. So she figured if he wasnât latching on to every little thing she said right away, that was okay. One step at a time. âYou should get some rest, Matthew.â
âYes,â he murmured. Yet the second she went to move, he grabbed her wrist gently. When he spoke, she realized he had, in fact, processed all of what sheâd said. More than that, he must be catching glimpses of what she had seen. âThereâs more to this. More to Uncle Kjar having my son. Somehow, theyâre in that other place. Helheim.â He clenched his jaw as he struggled to come to terms with that. It seemed he had also telepathically caught what she hadnât told him based on what he said next. âDo not put Emilyâs life at risk for this, Shannon.â He shook his head. âAnd donât put yours at risk either.â
She could tell by the way he said it, the emotion in his voice, that he fully understood why she held back. More than that, he agreed with her. He didnât want Emily in harmâs way. Even if she could lead him to his son.
âIâm so sorry,â she whispered, guilt ridden. But she had to put her daughter first. âI just canât put my baby in that kind of danger.â Emotion thickened her throat just like it had his. âPlease forgive me.â
âThere is nothing to forgive.â He cupped her cheek. âI would not allow you or Emily to be put in harmâs way. Not for anything, Shannon.â
âBut heâs your son,â she managed to say into his mind because her vocal chords refused to work. âHow can youâ¦â
The next thing she knew his lips brushed hers. It was brief but so profound she lost her breath as he pulled away just enough that their lips remained centimeters from one another. âOne of our children is already in harmâs way. Another will not be added to it.â
Shannon barely processed his words she was so caught up in his taste lingering on her lips. Had he said our children? He had, right? Yet she couldnât focus on that. All she could do was run her tongue over her lips and relish the flavor. His flavor. It almost felt like she could taste what he was made of. And it wasnât what she expected.
âYou used to laugh and smile all the time,â she whispered before she could stop herself. For a flicker of a moment, she could see his smile. Hear his laughter. Then it faded. Long ago. Shannon closed her eyes and pulled away. He had been taken down a path he didnât deserve all because there was a glitch in the system. All becauseâ¦
Her eyes shot open.
The cave was gone. The water at her feet vanished. Now she stood on a shore with hundreds of men and women coming together. Vikings with their blades drawn and fury on their faces. Battle raged. Matthew, Sigrunn, Freydis and so many more, fought, determined to conquer.
This was the infamous battle that took so much from Matthew.
Seconds later he vanished yet the battle raged on.
Yet she knew where he went.
It all made sense now.
About the Author:
Sky Purington is the bestselling author of over twenty-five novels and several novellas. A New Englander born and bred, Sky was raised hearing stories of folklore, myth and legend. When combined with a love for nature, romance and time-travel, elements from the stories of her youth found release in her books.
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