Enslaved by a handsome Viking who believes in a ancient prophecy. Chained by hidden pleasures of of the flesh. Is Shannon strong enough to conquer the bonds of desire, or will she submit to the lust that lies within ?
Shannon's life is turned upside down after a band of Vikings kidnap her from her village.She is whisked away into a world of forbidden desire filled with danger and mystery. She decides to do whatever it takes to find her way back home--even sacrifice her virginity.After a handsome Viking beds her, she is torn between submitting to her enemy or finding her way home.
Strange things start happening when Gunnar Ravenshield returns to Dublin with his new captive. After discovering she bears the mark of Freya, goddess of love and war, he is determined to unlock the meaning of an ancient prophecy that promises power and riches. He will not rest until Shannon, the Valkyrie of Fire, is his--body and soul.
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Shannon has visions--dark visions of the future.She dismisses them as memories from the last Viking raid that happened years ago.After seeing the dreaded dragon's head appear from the mists, she knows that the barbarians have returned to rob her village once again.Her life will change forever when she is captured by a handsome Viking, Gunnar Ravenshield.
Ravenshield captures a strong-willed Irish woman from her village and whisks her away to Dublin, a Viking stronghold.He discovers a strange mark on her body, branding her the "Valkyrie of Fire".According to an ancient prophecy, any man who possesses her shall possess great power and wealth.He is determined to seduce her sexually using any means necessary.
Night after night, he awakens the unbridled lust that had been dormant in her body.She falls under his spell, giving him what he wants.Though he is a pagan and her sworn enemy, she cannot help but to submit to the one who ignites the passion inside her.
Things get more complicated when Ravenshield's previous sex slave swears to seek revenge on Shannon.Kiera wants Gunnar all to herself and plans to get rid of Shannon.She joins forces with Magnus, a Viking warrior, who will do anything for power and riches.
Gunnar Ravenshield has what it takes to conquer Shannon sexually, but can he conquer her heart?If he fails, then he will lose much more than lands and riches. He will lose his life.Can love conquer all?
Excerpt
She’s gone, Shannon thought. There was no one around to stop her from escaping. Damn, she cursed. Kiera had taken all of her clothes. She certainly could not sneak out of the bathhouse naked. There had to be a towel or wrap lying around somewhere. The only way to find out was to go and look.
She started to ease out of the water when the door creaked open.
“Enjoying your bath?”
Shannon looked over her shoulder and saw Ravenshield standing at the rim of the pool. Her stomach rippled in fear. She submerged herself deeper into the water.
“Get out of here,” Shannon commanded, wading to the other side.
“Why should I leave when this is my private bathing quarters? You are the outsider here,” he replied, peeling off his shirt.
“Outsider?” she huffed, “I’m here against my will. Get out.”
“Who are you to make such demands? Feel free to take your leave whenever you wish.”
“Me? Demands?” Shannon huffed, “I’ll leave when Kiera brings my clothes.”
“Why should you wait until then?” Ravenshield teased as he stripped off his trews.
Her eyes fluttered, trying to focus on something other than him. But like a moth drawn to a flame, she could not help but look. A faint mist enveloped his form and accented every muscle. The firelight played on his skin, teasing her. His body glistened with a mix of sweat and steam, each corded limb swelled with masculinity. Light brown hair peppered his chest—the same brown shadow trailed down to his nether region. He was more handsome than what she cared to admit.
She cleared her throat, realizing that she studied him too closely. Heat rose in her cheeks as her heart thudded against her ribcage. It was so hot, so incredibly humid. Pressure built within as tensions grew.
His eyes filled with lust. It was obvious what he wanted—it was written all over his face. Apprehension poured over her as she pressed against the side of the basin. She sucked in a breath and felt the rough stone scrape against her back.
“Just stay away,” she whispered.
“Why are you troubled?” he asked, stepping into the bath, “You should feel privileged that I’m giving you a chance to stay in Dublin.”
“Giving? Ye and yer barbarians raided my village and kidnapped me,” she huffed, “Yer kind certainly didnae give me anythin’.”
With one swift plunge, he disappeared under the fragrant water. Her stomach tingled in anticipation. Sweat trickled down her forehead as tiny droplets fell into the pool. Where did he go? She watched the light play on the tiny ripples splashing against the edge and wondered where he was going to surface.
Without warning, he burst from the water in front of Shannon with such powerful force that it almost knocked her back. She gasped loudly and shrank into the water.
There he was, towering over her, hair slicked back and chest shimmering with oil. She gazed up at him and watched his skin glow in the torchlight. Th water droplets that gathered on his thick arms slid downward as he flexed each muscle. His broad shoulders glistened with every move.
Something carnal stirred within her, but she refused to give in. Kiera must have put something in the water to dull her senses, she thought. Her head felt heavy—it was difficult to focus.
Whatever happens, she would not submit willingly—that’s what he wanted. She could not give in to temptation no matter how powerful it was.
“Did I startle you?” he asked as a sly grin curled his lips.
“No,” she whispered, dropping her eyes, watching the tiny waves lap against the sides of the basin.
“Why won’t you look at me?” he asked, reaching out to rub an auburn lock of hair between his thumb and forefinger.
Dear God, she prayed as her pulse quickened. This was going to more difficult than she imagined. She had never been this close to a man before—stark naked and vulnerable. Sensing his intentions, she caught her breath. Every muscle in her body froze—she was paralyzed, unable to move.
“Your face is flushed,” he said, showing a row of pearly-white teeth, “Are you well?”
“I-I’m…”
“I should fetch you something to drink.” He got out of the tub and exposed more of his body.
“No!” she exclaimed, catching a glimpse of his manhood. “Stay. Och, I mean, go.”
He turned and grinned. “Your requests change like the wind. First you demand I leave, then you wish for me to stay. What will it be?”
“I want to be left alone,” she whispered, looking away.
Silence blanketed the room. If only she could evaporate like the mist rising up through the rafters, then she think clearer. The pressure was too much to handle—he was toying with her, seducing her slowly. She prayed that the bottom of the pool would open up and swallow her….
“Look at me.”
Shannon glanced down at the rippling waters that splashed against her flesh. Do not do it, she thought. Whatever may happen, she had to stand strong and resist temptation.
“My lady,” he whispered, cupping her face, “Look at me.”
She hesitated then succumbed to his command—his eyes blazed with savage passion. His features grew darker as he caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. She shivered in spite of his burning touch.
“You’re trembling.”
She caught her breath and looked away. “I know what ye want.”
“So you will submit,” he said, grinning from ear-to-ear.
“No.”
“Would you rather be sold to the highest bidder?” he asked, drawing closer.
“No,” she whispered.
“Then what are you willing to sacrifice, my lady?”
She felt something rub against her thigh. She recoiled and said nervously, “So, this is the way ye negotiate.”
“I’m certain we can come to some sort of agreement.” He tenderly traced a faint bruise left behind from the yoke, “What’s your name?”
“Shannon.” She swallowed hard as her stomach began to tingle.
“Shannon of Bennetraige,” his voice deepened with desire, “Will you submit to a Viking?”
