To Find a Viking Treasure, Book 2



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Survival’s in his blood 
Rough-souled Brandr’s ready for a new life far from Uppsala, but he can’t stop thinking of a certain flame-haired thrall named Sestra who gets under his skin. Before he leaves for good, the Viking has one final task —Protect her at all costs. 

Saving others is her purpose 
A slave since birth, Sestra’s life has been filled with hardship…until she learns of a treasure hoard. With war coming, claiming the riches will save lives, but only one Viking can help her on this journey —Brandr, the fierce silver-eyed scout. 

Chasing more than silver and gold 
Brandr and Sestra have shared taunts and barbs. Now they must share trust in what becomes a desperate bid to survive. Passions flare as secrets unfold, leading one to make a daring sacrifice that changes everything on their quest To Find a Viking Treasure… 

Uppsala’s saga continues…

Norse series, book 2



An Excerpt~ 

He stifled a smile when her brown eyes flashed hot and peevish. If they weren’t careful, she’d set fire to them both. Their little sparring matches took on a life of their own. And now they were alone.

Truth trickled through his brain, bait leading him through dangerous waters.

Sunlight bounced off her coppery hair, the island’s strong breeze twisting free more curls.  Sestra’s russet bodice strained over ripe curves. Her crossed arms was no coy move but distracting all the same. After what she’d confessed about her breasts on the boat, he taxed himself to keep his vision at eye level. Keeping his favorite redhead riled would keep her mind off the danger and away from him.

“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. He wanted to drag Sestra off to a soft grassy place, lay her down, and free her breasts for his pleasure. He’d kiss lazy circles over plush curves and make her purr. Then, he’d wrap her cloak around them and sleep with her body flush to his.

“I gave an oath to see to your safety,” he said gruffly.  “I can’t watch over someone I can’t see. Understand? We stick together.”

Sestra’s arms hugged tighter all while red curls wrapped around her neck. They stood toe to toe in silence with a flock of curious seagulls watching. No warrior would question him, only a mouthy woman not used to battle. He didn’t need to explain himself to GinaConkle_ToFindAVikingTreasure_HRher. They’d stick together because he said so.

“What about all your fine talk of choices?” Her chin tipped high. “Don’t I have some say here?”

A slow smiled formed. “Sometimes a woman just needs to be biddable.”

Her eyes burned a darker shade of brown. “You want complete obedience.”

On the windy beach, a glimmer of understanding dawned. Sestra the thrall would get feisty and grudgingly do what was expected of her, but the woman before him stepped into new waters. Sestra the would-be freewoman tried her sea legs at full-fledged independence by standing up to a man.

Warmth burst under his breast bone. Not just any man. She tested her independence by standing up to him.

“You want choices? Here’s one for you,” he said, nudging the shovel on his shoulder. “If you don’t stay with me, you can do the digging when we find the hoard.”

Her jaw dropped. “You wouldn’t.”

A deep chuckled rumbled in his chest. “Try me.”


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