A LONG-AGO TIME WHEN THE WORLD WAS NEW AND UNDISCOVERED, AND PASSIONS RAGED AS WILD AS THE STORMY SEAS . . .
“I TAKE WHAT I WANT. AND I WANT YOU."
Kelda had never seen any man as magnificent as the barbarian who had taken her captive. She had sailed to this faraway shore to repay a blood debt to the powerful Norse chief who'd raised her as his own. Then she had been enslaved by this arrogant leader known as Brander -- a man undoubtedly part Norse, judging by his height, his broad, powerful shoulders, and the reddish hue of his hair. As his slave, Kelda could expect no mercy. But anything he got from her, he'd have to take by force, for she'd never give in willingly. And though his embrace, as he pulled her roughly toward him, filled her veins with pure fire; she swore he'd never touch her proud Viking heart . . .