by Celeste Hall
Devil’s Thrall
Viking Hearts Series, A short prequel story
A Norse Viking erotic romance
“I have at last seen the rise of a new king in Isafjor and you will stand at his side as a seer, healer and adviser.”
Raen is both confused and horrified by the seid-witch’s prediction, because she is not a seer, nor a healer. But above all else, if she does as the crone commands, she will lose whatever chance she might still have to find Rao and become his wife. A king’s advisor must marry whomever the king decrees.
Should she follow her heart and sacrifice the lives of hundreds to be with the man she longs for? Or should she do as the witch commands and give up all that she loves to serve and protect her people?
This is a sexy short story of love, desire, battle, magic and passion. A prequel to my new Viking Hearts series, historical erotic romance novels written for everyone who fantasizes about the dark but sensually rich world of the old Norse Warriors.
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Excerpt:
“You are mine, Raen. You always have been. I was only waiting for you to show some sign that you were interested in marriage, as you did tonight, because that is what I require. I will not allow any other man to touch you, daughter of Joren. This body will be mine and mine alone.”
A morass of conflicting emotions shattered across her heart.
Her lips parted as she fought to find words, to even breathe beneath the firestorm of excitement and wonder that now threatened to consume her. She was forced to close her eyes and shake her head in a last attempt at understanding.
“You never spoke to me. Not once even looked into my eyes,” she scowled, but he gently soothed the expression away with a caressing brush of his fingertips.
“I knew that if I ever allowed myself to draw so close, I would never be satisfied until I was holding you, touching you, tasting you…”
