A Love Frozen In Time…
Reese Johnson yearns for a life other than the world of drudgery she’s settled for as the manager of a comic book store. What’s that they say? Be careful what you wish for? Well that’s a motto Reese should have tattooed across her forehead. Because Loki, the Norse god of mischief, has just the remedy for the boring life of this woman who denounces his existence.
His recipe for disaster?
Take a 30 year-old woman and send her back in time as a pawn for revenge. Couple her with Eirik Sigurdsson, a Viking Warlord, too arrogant and baggage-laden to be of any use for anything, but battle and bed. Mix thoroughly, folding in a heavy dose of pride, a tyrannical king, and a sympathetic goddess. Bake at high until a white-hot love is unleashed and then forever frozen in time.
NOTE: The Viking Wants Forever was previously published as Frozen in Time. The story has been expanded by 42,000 words.
Was that another growl?
This time Reese didn’t have a chance to appease her curiosity. She barely had the opportunity to open her eyes as she was set aside. Confused and off balance, she slipped to the bottom of the pool. She fought to come up for air, and a foot struck her in the back pushing her back down. Another struck her side. The water thrashed violently around her. In an act of self-preservation, Reese rolled until her back slammed against the side of the pool. Her side smarting and lungs burning, Reese clawed her way to the surface where absolute chaos greeted her.
Magdal, Phee, Elizabeta, and Leika deserted the pool along with the rest of the thralls. Like chickens with their heads cut off, they ran around snatching up their discarded clothing, bumping into one another, while casting a curious eye at the pool they’d just abandoned. Getting out and asking questions later, Reese scrambled over the side. Given clean garments before they’d left the hall, she accepted one of the burlap gowns from Elizabeta.
“You do not touch what belongs to me.” Lips drawn back from his teeth, and Bjarni in a choke hold, Eirik exuded a menace she hadn’t seen since he’d wiped the table with a human dish rag. If it weren’t for his ear-to-ear grin, the dark Viking might have earned her sympathy.
“Just fanning the fires,” Bjarni choked out, but downplayed with a sly wink, “but it was not necessary. She is hot for you.”
He’d noticed! Heat crept up Reese’s neck. With everyone’s laughter ringing in her head, thoughts of poisoning Bjarni’s morning porridge or putting fleas in his bead flashed through her head. Her method of revenge didn’t need to come to fruition. Eirik released Bjarni so fast, the pool claimed another victim.
His comrade forgotten, Eirik crooked his finger at her. Unlike everyone else, his expression was devoid of amusement. “I knew you were fighting an overwhelming urge to tup me. I sometimes do that to women.”
“Why you egotistical, conceited—”
Magdal stepped in before Reese put her foot in it. “Reese would love to gain your favor, jarl Eirik, but we are late. Gurta will have our hide if we do not return in time to help with the evening meal.”
Holding her gaze the entire time, Eirik said, “Go, then. Be assured we will take this up later.” His voice held an ominous tone and Reese shivered in response. Unable to tamp down the anticipation his words evoked, nor the erotic images they elicited, she took a step toward the pool. She felt like a puppet pulled on a string.
“Nay,” Magdal hissed. “Not like this, rutting on the ground like a woman of no worth.”
Hot, bothered and more than a little frustrated, Reese squeezed her eyes shut. Magdal was right. In a momentary relapse, she’d almost forfeited the upper hand. And where would that get her?
Completely and truly fucked and in more ways than one.
Inhaling a deep calming breath, Reese held out her arm toward Magdal. “Lead the way,” she muttered, and then allowed herself to be pulled back down the path to the keep.
Koko Brown is the pseudonym for a quintessential romance junkie who read over 200 Zebra Club novels in less than 30 days the summer before her senior year in high school. Bit by the writing bug at an early, she self-published and made a profit from a newspaper she distributed to her fourth grade classmates. Unfortunately, the school principal didn't appreciate the competition and put her out of business after one best-selling issue.
Undaunted, Koko continued to write and read everything she could get her hands on. She honed her writing skills as a staff writer with her college newspaper and writing obituaries for the local newspaper.
One day back in 2006, Koko came up with the idea for her first erotic manuscript and the rest they say is history. While not writing, Koko loves to travel and shop in thrift stores.