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“What’s your idea of a hot autumn night?”

My idea of a hot autumn night is the rare occasion in Houston, when the weather is cool enough to snuggle in a hammock with my husband, a blanket thrown over us, and a good book. The kids are taking naps and we have at least an hour to ourselves. And I won’t be reading the book for the entire hour 😉

To in a free ebook of historical romance, Viking Fire:

Post a comment on my blog, and include a valid email address. Winner will be chosen randomly.

 Winner: of The Viking Fire ebook: Joy F.

Congratulations Joy! 

Viking Fire Excerpt:

Outside he released her, but blocked her path to re-enter the hall. The music resonated around them. Leaning against the far wall, she crossed her arms. She was two feet away from him, but he was too close.

“I thought the air would clear your head.” He cocked his eyebrow, examining her.

“My head is fine, thank you.”

“Aye, and the rest of you is fine to look at too.” His thick dialect chased shivers through her.

Her hands smoothed her gown. She caught herself and stopped. At seeing his grin, her frown deepened. “I believe it’s improper for you to stare at a lady so.”

“Would you rather I stare at you on our wedding night?” She opened her mouth to speak, but he continued. “Whilst you are without clothes?”

“I assure you, sir, we will have no wedding night.” Her blush radiated from her chest and spread between her legs.

“You wish to wed during the day then?” He took a step closer. “Very well, daylight will be all the better to see you.”

Music and laughter from inside filtered through the night air. He strode toward her.

She braced for his advances, wondering if she had the strength to inflict enough pain to make him reconsider. Part of her wanting to run, the other part daring him closer in challenge. God’s toenails, how could she have forgotten her dagger?

A breath from her, he stopped. Her heart hammered in her chest.

His fingers brushed aside a strand of her auburn hair that had slipped from her braid. The brief touch sent fire coursing through her. Afraid her legs would give way she leaned farther against the wall.

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