Medieval Monday ~ The #Vikings

If you’re familiar with my work, you know I write Paranormal Romance, mostly set in the Middle Ages, or the Medieval period. I’ve only recently ventured into the contemporary and am still finding my way. My heart is in the Middle Ages. I’m sure I lived there in a previous lifetime. I’m fascinated with everything about it. But what you may not know is that I also write Viking…shhhhh…Erotica.

I was first published in the genre back in 2011. I released three books with that publisher: Wrath of the Fire God, The Valiant Viking, and Broken Armor.  After starting the Gods of the Highlands series, I missed my Vikings. I became hooked on the Vikings television series (History Channel) as soon as it began, but wanted more in between episodes and (worse) seasons. The Valiant Viking is still one of my best-sellers, so I thought, why not a series of erotic shorts that feature Vikings?

If you are a fan of the show (or maybe even if you’ve never seen it) you know that Rollo was the first Duke of Normandy. After invading Francia (present-day France), he was granted that title as payment to the Norsemen (Normans) to stay and protect the coast from future invaders. 

My erotica series, The Vikings, is centered around a group of Vikings who take over the small island fortress of Jeufosse, outside of Paris intending to hold up for the winter. One after another, they — to keep this post suitable for all audiences, let’s say — fall for a local woman they have claimed as a thrall, or slave. They accept this Danegeld (payment), along with Rollo and many others, to become the first Normans. 

If you’re looking for an intricate plot and deeply developed characters, please don’t read this series. But if you like a quick, hot romance this is just the series for you. Episodes I and II (Gunnar and Wulf) are currently on sale — 2 for the price of 1. You can get them by clicking here. There is also a third episode, Bron, and episode IV, Thorleif, will be out in just in just a few weeks.

Thanks for stopping by. Skál!


#SexySaturday ~ Serving My Viking Masters

Serena Starling has done it again. Finally, a 4th installment in her Viking Erotica series about an Irish beauty captured and kept as a slave by the Viking king, Barak. If you’re looking for a Happily Ever After, keep looking. But if hot sex with very, virile Vikings is your thing, look no further than this HOT series. Book 4 is titled, Passion’s Price and is now available on Amazon.

BLURB: Kira, the beautiful Irish bed slave of a powerful and possessive Viking king, realizes she and her lover Drengr will face a dire future if caught by Barek, her king and master. Crushing the massive warrior’s heart in order to spare his life, Kira resigns herself to an empty existence as a pleasure vessel for the king, and nothing more. Fate has another plan for Kira, however, as the ruthless king of a neighboring land plots with her master to trade her supple flesh as repayment for old debts. Will Kira be able to withstand the unflagging onslaught of lusty, strapping men as she is shared by Mogr and his twin sons? Finally given over to Mogr’s barbaric warband to take their pleasure as they please, the lovely bed slave fears for her life. Bound, gagged, and completely defenseless, Kira struggles helplessly against the assailment of hard, brawny warriors intent on using her body for their enjoyment. Will Kira’s former lover Drengr intercede to save her, or will his bitter heart urge him to join the depraved gang of men brawling for her tender flesh?

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Sexy Saturday ~The Valiant Viking

I’m just devastated that History’s Vikings had ended for this season. I love that show so much! I’m considering going back and watching again from the beginning. After four seasons, surely there are things I’ve forgotten.  Those rough and rugged barbarians have inspired me since I first began writing, so today I’m giving you a peek at one my first books, The Valiant Viking.

the-valiant-viking-cover-200-x-300EXCERPT:  At the sound of approaching footfalls, Rolf closed his eyes, slowed his labored breathing. His senses, keen despite his injuries, detected the approach of a female. He knew by the sound her feet made upon the earthen floor. She squatted next to him. He felt her gaze on him even before she nudged his shoulder. He made no response. Better to wait and discern her intentions.

The woman prodded him, with more force this time. She dropped to her knees. Her bare thighs brushed against the bruised flesh along his ribs as she knelt next to him and placed her hand on his chest. He struggled not to wince at the pain, relieved though it was by the feel of her warm flesh against his.

When he again made no response, her touch became gentler, almost caressing. His heart hammered against her palm, but as she traced his wounds with her fingertips, he almost lost control. Many a full moon had come and gone since he had felt the soft stroke of a woman.

Her touch soothed him. Despite the calluses of a hard life, her tiny hand felt soft against the ragged planes of his body. As she stroked his skin with a feather-light touch, he imagined her loving caress could take away all his pain. She continued her scrutiny of him, sliding her hand across his stomach and charting a path from his chest to his…

By the gods. She was a bold wench. She stroked his tight curls with the tips of her fingers, tickling him beyond what a mere man should be able to tolerate. Her tantalizing caress tortured him, almost more than he could stand. His cock stirred, awakened and sought attention from the brazen wanton who knelt at his side. She jerked back with a gasp at the sudden growth of him.

If the woman realized he no longer slumbered, she did not show it. He struggled to control his breathing, not yet wanting to alert her. He dare not risk a peek, more than curious now, anticipating her next move.

His cock stretched to its full length. The sweet pain almost chased away the hurt of battle. He listened to the woman’s heavy breathing and resisted a knowing smile. Back home, the size of his cock had become legend amongst the women of the surrounding clans.

Instinctively, he knew he was not in Ulfrik’s kingdom. He had probably washed up on the coast of Angleland. He had engaged in many an onslaught along these shores, but he had yet to sample any of the dark beauties he had encountered, choosing instead to claim his reward from the wealth of gold and silver piled high after each raid. He had taken note of the ripe farmland, the settled villages that flourished. He had dreamt of a life less…debauched.

While his comrades violently relieved themselves on the unwilling slaves they captured, he preferred his women compliant. He took nothing they did not offer freely.

So far, none of the local women had offered.

As he lay there struggling to remain motionless, he considered taking a slave of his own. He almost laughed. Here he lay, naked and injured, and all he could think about was taking a slave. When she took him in her gentle grip, his ruse drew to an abrupt end.

In one swift movement, he flew at her, flipped her onto her back, straddled her thighs and pinned her arms to the floor.

BLURB: Can a foundering seaside village survive the onslaught of marauding Vikings bearing down on them?

Desperate to save her village from a band of Norsemen sweeping down the coastline, Kaylla catches her first ray of hope when she discovers one of the pillaging heathens washed ashore. Perhaps they can use this captive to bargain for the safety of their village. Rolf Bloodhands, sole survivor of a traitorous attack on his king’s fleet, assures her that his kinsmen will not spare the easy conquest of their waning village for the life of one man. Instead he teaches them the basics of defense and combat with the meager weapons they have available. If they fail to stave off the invaders, the few villagers left will either be killed or enslaved.

With only two days to prepare for an invasion sure to decimate her village, Kaylla is shocked by her attraction to the hunky Norseman she has enslaved. Who knew fear of imminent death could drive an innocent woman to explore the oldest sins known to man.


Sexy Saturday ~ The Vikings

I can’t do it. I’ve tried. I have writer friends who are cranking out novels every couple of months. But I need more time. I feel productive if I can get a full-length novel out every six months. How to compete? Most readers are voracious and are devouring books as fast as they come out. My next book is not scheduled for release until June 1st, but never fear. The Vikings are here!
That’s right. I LOVE Vikings. AND I love erotica (shhh ~ that’s a secret). So to feed my passion and keep my fans interested between books, I’ve started an erotic series of Viking shorts. These are quick reads: 25-40 pages. The first two, Gunnar and Wulf, have been well received. I’ve gotten some great feedback. If you have half an hour or so, give one of them a try. But be warned: these stories are HOT, HOT, HOT!


gunnar-cover-200-x-300Gunnar ~ Gunnar Sigurdsen needs a place for his band of Norsemen to hold up for the winter. An unguarded stronghold at the mouth of the Seine River is the perfect target. Oliana du Fossé waits helplessly for her brute of husband to claim her. She doesn’t realize she is being seduced by an invader from the north until it is too late. Will Gunnar and Oliana set aside their differences long enough to create a safe haven that just might last longer than a season?


wulf-cover-200-x-300Wulf ~ When her village is overrun by vicious barbarians from the north, Farin becomes a bed slave to the most savage of them all. Will her growing affection for her master’s friend get in the way of the revenge she has planned? After losing his wife and infant son, Wulf let his friends convince him to give up the life of a simple farmer and become a raider under the leadership of Gunnar Sigurdsen. Now they’ve captured a stronghold in Francia, fat with treasure and slaves. One slave in particular, a haunting image of Wulf’s wife, threatens to drive a wedge between him and his friend, a breech he cannot afford.




Throwback Thursday ~ The Valiant Viking

They’re rough. They’re gruff. They’re oh so sexy. Getting a Viking naked is like unwrapping a great big present. I had so much fun with this time period. Even though I squirm in my seat every time Thor appears on the screen, I had never considered writing a Viking romance. Life was especially hard during that time period. But, The heroine, Kaylla, can’t count, so imagine my frustration every time she had to know how much of something there was. I loved every minute of it. I hope you enjoy your time with Kaylla and Rolf as much as I did.

The Valiant Viking CoverWhen Kaylla finds a Viking near death washed ashore, she resists the urge to send him to hell, hoping instead to bargain his life for the safety of her village. Rolf Bloodhands is torn between his wavering loyalty to a traitorous new leader and his growing admiration for Kaylla and her people.


Rocking his body from one side to the other, she removed his jerkin. Easing back on her heels, she let her gaze linger over every plane and groove of him. She breathed faster now, her chest rising and falling in rhythm to her pounding heart. Lips parted, tongue between her teeth, she inspected his wounds.

He had several deep cuts on his chest and stomach. Pushing him onto his side, she found similar wounds on his back. She knew these would need to be dressed if she was to prevent them from becoming septic. His cold skin was evidence enough that fever had not set in, but these wounds could not be allowed to fester.

Without thinking about it too much, she unlaced the drawstring at his waist and worked the hide down over his hips, trying as she did to avoid looking at his cock. It was not easy. She had to work his hips back and forth to tug the wet leather over the cheeks of his arse, but soon his man parts were readily exposed to her hungry gaze.

She had certainly seen a man’s cock before. She had grown up in a household full of men, after all. William had taken his out when he tried to get her to put it in her mouth. She shuddered at the memory. But when she looked at the Viking’s cock, the fire that raced down her spine made her more than shudder. She sizzled. Slipping her tongue between her teeth, she moistened her lips, sliding her tongue back and forth across them. The very idea of putting that one in her mouth made her…well it did not make her stomach turn as it had when William suggested it.

Ignoring the fluttering in the pit of her stomach, she continued to work his pants down his legs. She laid them out on the only cot in the room, close to the fire, then returned to examine him further.

He had a nasty gash on his thigh that looked to be particularly gruesome. The wound did not smell any fouler than the rest of him, nor were the telltale red streaks of poison evident along his flesh. She knew from experience, however, it would have to be cleaned and dressed right away before it festered. It might already be too late.

She filled a pot with water and set it by the fire. Gathering clean rags, she returned to kneel by her patient – prisoner, she reminded herself.

She reached out slowly and brushed his hair away from his face. She wondered what color his eyes were and half wished he would open them. She rested her hand on the hilt of the knife tucked into her belt and once again considered binding his hands. But he was now stark naked, had no weapons and would surely be weakened when he eventually roused from his stupor. For now she felt safe enough despite being alone with him.

With the pad of her finger, she touched several of the nasty scars on his chest. Chills raced up her arm at the feel of his skin, warming now that he was out of the cold air. The muscles beneath were like stone. She splayed her hand over one mound, his dark brown nipple pearled against her palm, and squeezed slightly. Reaching up with her other hand, she did likewise with her own breast.

What a difference. She marveled at the contrast between his firm muscles, the roughness of his skin and her soft, pliable mound.

Fingers spread, palm tickled by the dusting of coarse hair sprouting from the indentation between his breasts, she slid her open hand down over his stomach, skimming the pads of her fingertips over the gooseflesh that rose beneath them. The man had more ridges than the board William had made for her to scrub her family’s dirty clothes.

Undeterred by decorum, she continued her examination. The sharp bones of his hips protruded against the tender skin covering them. The nest of blonde hair at the juncture of his thighs sprouted a cock that lay along the length of his uninjured thigh, stretching nearly to the half-way mark even in its flaccid condition. William’s had not been nearly so large, even as engorged as it was at the time.

Amazed at the sheer pleasure she derived from merely touching this Viking, she considered making him her slave.


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