A Preview: Chapter Three of To Find a Viking Treasure

A Preview: Chapter Three of To Find a Viking Treasure

    Chapter Three         Skalds claimed Odin fashioned the earth from the remains of defeated giants. He tossed their broken bones aside, the fragments forming islands. This morning the Norse god dressed Uppsala and her islands in thick, white mist, an innocent color when blood would spill and homes would burn.       The swirling fog kissed Sestra’s skin and messed with her curls, the damp air friendlier than her...

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A Preview: Chapter One of To Find a Viking Treasure

A Preview: Chapter One of To Find a Viking Treasure

      Chapter One         AD 1022      Uppsala, the throne seat in the Viking kingdom of Svea                 “You’ve been sold.”     “What?” Sestra’s pitcher plopped into a barrel of ale.       “To a man of Uppsala.” Lady Mardred raised her voice above the din and rescued the bobbing vessel. “Or Gotland. I’m not sure.”   The matron set the pitcher on a table where leeks...

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Tuesday Teaser: “Because you cheated death.”

Tuesday Teaser: “Because you cheated death.”

          Brandr let go of her when he came to his weapons in the grass. He knelt down, his profile severely set. “We need to get you to Hakan’s farmstead quickly. One of the women can tend you there.” She rubbed her arms briskly. “Your warming me sounds like a better idea,” she said in her sauciest voice. “If you kiss me like you just did, I promise my tunic won’t get in your way.” The Viking turned...

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Tuesday Teaser: “Try me”

    “I know why I like working alone,” he said. Her wide mouth stretched in a flat smile. “But today you’re looking for the treasure with me.” He almost laughed at having his own words tossed back at him, except his eyes itched and his body ached. Lack of sleep weakened him. His hand gripped and re-gripped his shield’s leather strap. It was all he could do to stop himself from dragging Sestra off to a soft grassy place, laying...

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Tuesday Teaser: “You ask a lot of questions.”

  His fingers slackened on the buckle. “You don’t want your freedom?” “I do, but you’ve pushed for it more than I have. It makes me wonder.” She eyed the dead Viking, his body pummeled by the waterfall. “Actually, I’ve a good many questions this morning.” “Such as.” Sestra’s shaky hand swiped wet curls from her face. “What did you say to me last night…those foreign words when you were inside me?” Her arms...

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