An Excerpt: To Steal a Viking Bride by Gina Conkle

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An Excerpt: To Steal a Viking Bride by Gina Conkle

  Excerpt from the short story, To Steal a Viking Bride by Gina Conkle (story found in Tales of the Valkyries)   “Please. Gunnar. Wait.” Wind blasted his hair as he charged ahead. Men scrambled around the humble waiting fishing boat. Footfalls raced faster behind him. “Don’t go.” Eira grabbed the back of his tunic. He pivoted on the sand and she let go. “I must.” Light-colored fur framed her face, the tufts shining like...

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