Immortal Vikings are among us
Leif Skarsganger and his elite band of
immortal warriors have been charged to protect humanity from the evil
Norse god Loki.
Under attack from Loki’s minions,
Leif is shocked to encounter a dark-haired beauty who fights like a
warrior herself. Wounded and feverish, the Viking kisses her,
inadvertently triggering an ancient Norse bond. But when Naya
Brisbane breaks away and disappears before the bond is completed,
Leif’s warrior spirit goes berserk. If Leif doesn’t find her
fast, he’s going to lose himself to permanent battle fury.
But Naya doesn’t want to be
found...and he’ll do anything to find her. Because they’re both
running out of time.
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This November Asa Maria Bradley
releases the first in her exciting new Viking Warriors series, Viking
Warrior Rising! To celebrate, Asa’s here to play a game of
Marry, Kiss, Kill with three names we provided. For this round we
gave her Darryl Dixon, Rick Grimes, Nick Burkhardt.
I'll marry the
Sheriff! I love Andrew Lincoln as Rick Grimes and he was adorable in
Love Actually. Plus,
in real life he has a very sexy British accent, just like my hubby.
Nick Burkhardt
and I will have a grand time smooching between hunting monsters in
Portland, but it will mean nothing as I'll always come back home to
Rick. :-)
I've never been
attracted to Darryl, but he's a master of the crossbow and his
survival skills are amazing. I'll have to plan my kill well, because
with Darryl I only get one chance. Plus, Rick really values him and I
don't want to make him mad--he's my husband after all--so the killing
of Darryl will have to be very clandestine. No blame can come back to
me.
Leif
strode toward her, stopping a few paces away, concern on his face.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,”
she croaked. The air between them crackled, making the hairs on her
arms stand up. Was she the only one feeling this?
He
took a step closer and cupped her cheek in his palm. “Are you sure?
You look a little pale.”
She
resisted the urge to rest her head in his hand. “No, I’m fine.”
She took a step back.
He
frowned.
“We
found one more bug in the game room.” Her voice sounded rough.
“Ulf
told me.” He stepped toward her, eyes blazing.
“We’re
working on the computers tomorrow,” she whispered, taking another
step back. He crowded her. His body heat confused her, making her
want impossible things. She cleared her throat. “It shouldn’t
take us long to improve your firewall and install a few security
checks.”
Leif
watched her silently.
“You
want to sit down?” She gestured toward the arm chairs.
“Sure,”
he said, but didn’t move.
Naya
had to step around him. Her skin sizzled when her arm accidently
brushed against his. Relieved, she sank down in one of the blue
chairs. A small table created a barrier between her and Leif. “So,”
she said. “You were going to explain what makes you different from
regular humans.”
He
sat down in the empty chair, elbows on knees, studying his clasped
hands. After a few moments he tilted his head and looked at her.
“I’ll try to answer all of your questions, but some of this may
sound a little crazy.”
“I’ll
keep an open mind.”
Leif’s
eyes met hers. Whatever he saw in them seemed to satisfy him. “I
died in 1050.” He paused, watching her reaction.
Naya
kept her gasp from escaping and instead nodded encouragingly.
“In
the Norse culture, warriors who die in battle or die a heroic violent
death are sent to live with the gods in Asgard. The men spend their
time training in Valhalla with Odin. The women are schooled by
Freya.”
Naya’s
mind reeled. What he described didn’t seem possible, but he was so
sincere. Obviously he believed his story to be true. “I thought
there were only male warriors in the Nordic tradition.”
“Most
stories are based on the old Icelandic sagas. They describe Valkyries
as leading the men to Valhalla.”
“And
that’s not the way it is?”
Leif
smiled. “The sagas were all written by men long after the Viking
age ended. They didn’t know what happened in Freya’s meadow and
took some poetic license.”
“So,
typically male, instead of just saying ‘I don’t know,’ you make
up shit instead.”
He
smiled, his dimples stealing her breath. Again.
She
looked away. “So, this place where the gods live, this is the
Nordic heaven?”
“Not
exactly. It’s the warriors’ reward for dying an honorable death.
They are allowed to live on, to fight again.” He studied his hands.
“I don’t remember much of Valhalla. Time flows differently there.
All my memories run together as if they happened the same week.”
She
looked up to find him watching her. “I’m sorry, I’m trying to
follow what you’re saying. But—”
“It
is a little crazy?” He smiled.
“A
little.” A
lot.
“Is
it any crazier than being abducted and kept in a camp? Any crazier
than enhancement injections?”
“Touché.”
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