A Viking Holiday
The MacLomain Series
Viking Ancestors’ Kin
by Sky Purington
Date of
Publication: November 29th 2016
Cover Artist: Tamra Westberry
Genre: Time-Travel Fantasy Romance
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . A
Viking Holiday: the MacLomain Series: Viking Ancestors’ Kin. . .
A
quickie Viking Holiday. You could feel the festive air around you or at least
you wanted to. This holiday season
kicked off with the return of a friend, but she is not alone and she has
changed. This time Sean will get no break. No anything. Or at least that was
how it worked for a bit. Svala was one irritating, overly spoiled, temperamental
pain. She thought of only how she was feeling and what she wanted. The only
exception seemed to be her Megan but that was a bit debatable. I have to say the ride was fun but maybe Sean
needs to look elsewhere. I felt the twist. I was wondering if they were the
ones needed for Sean. He was my focus. Svala just got under my skin.
BLURB
Having time travelers in your life isn’t
always easy. Given that he’s said goodbye to several of them over the past few
years, Sean O’Conner knows that better than most. Now his best friend Megan has
returned from tenth-century Scandinavia to modern day Maine. Not only has she
aged over twenty-five years, she hasn’t traveled through time alone. Her
troublesome daughter Svala is with her.
Of dragon blood and proud to be Viking, Svala
Sigdir has no use for the twenty-first century and makes it evident to all
around her. Even so, she will protect her mother at all cost. Meanwhile, she
needs a man. Sean to be exact. Despite his aversion, she is determined to make
him hers.
Svala might be after him, but Sean wants
nothing to do with her. At least that’s what he tells himself as the holidays
arrive and he struggles to keep peace in what’s become a battleground instead
of a festive Winter Harbor home. At his wit’s end, he finally calls on an old
friend’s help. Or so he had hoped. Cast beneath the spell of a powerful
Scottish wizard determined to protect his Viking Ancestors, Sean and Svala go
on an unexpected yuletide journey. As it turns out, there’s only one way to
break free from the spell. A life-altering choice that might very well cost
Sean both his sanity and his heart.
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Svala wrapped her fur cloak around her
shoulders and started to breeze past them as she eyed his crew mate. “So you’re
New England’s finest, are you?”
“Naw.” Nick chuckled and nodded at Sean.
“Most ladies think he is.”
“Hmm, I’m not sure about that,” she
said before she started down the hallway.
“I don’t think so.” Sean grabbed her
wrist and stopped her. “Nick, go make sure none of the guys head this way. Tell
them I’m catching a rat or something.”
Svala winked. “Or a dragon.”
“Where you gonna hide her, Cap?” Nick
kept grinning. “She don’t look like the type of woman who’ll keep hidden if
she’s decided otherwise.”
Svala cocked a grin at Nick. “I think
I like you.”
“I know I like you, beautiful,” he
returned.
“Just make sure no one heads this way,
Nick,” Sean reiterated. “And I’ll make sure Svala stays hidden.”
“I betcha will.” Nick chuckled as Sean
pulled her toward the meager sleeping quarters.
“I am not staying down here.” Svala
started to fight him. “I want to be on deck. I want to help you fish.”
“Hell, no.” Sean grabbed her before
she could bolt in the opposite direction. “My men won’t be able to concentrate
on work with you around.”
Her eyes met his. “Then you must not
lead them well if they are so easily distracted.”
It felt as if the narrow hallway only
grew smaller as her eyes pinned his…as he remembered with vivid clarity how
she’d felt against him last night. “You know damn well the effect you have on
men.”
“I did not dress in modern day
clothes.” She pulled the cloak off her shoulders. “See, I am dressed like a
Viking again.”
His eyes fell to the fur-trimmed,
leather tunic. To her unmistakable curves. He swallowed and tore his eyes away.
“What difference does it make? You’re still trouble.”
“Only when I dress like a modern-day
woman, yes?” Svala cocked her head. “That is why you fought for me last night,
is it not? Because you desired me in those clothes?” She frowned. “Now I am not
wearing them. You will not desire me so they won’t either. There will be no
trouble. You will not be ashamed of yourself.”
Sean had no idea what to make of her
logic. “I’m not ashamed of myself.” But he had been when he overreacted last
night. “And trust me, sweetheart, it doesn’t matter what you’re wearing. You’re
gonna distract my men.”
She didn’t press closer, but her words
made the hallway seem even narrower as she murmured, “Am I distracting you now,
Sean? Is that why you seem so convinced?”
When they hit a small swell, he braced
his hand against the wall beside her head and bit back desire. “Just do as I
ask, Svala. I don’t need any trouble, okay? Not with my men.” He ground his
jaw. “This is my livelihood. Please don’t screw it up.”
Shockingly enough, Svala looked as
though he’d slapped her. “That’s not why I’m here, Sean…” She trailed off,
clearly upset before she gathered herself. “I just wanted to see you fish.”
“Commercial fishing isn’t like normal
fishing.” He shook his head. “There’s not much to see, really.”
Except when the nets came up. That feeling
of excitement and expectation before they found out how big a load they’d
caught.
He had no idea what to make of the
look on her face. She was vulnerable in a way he’d never seen her. “I’m sorry,”
he murmured, not sure what to say, still confused about why she hadn’t already
traveled back in time. “Maybe I can take you out fishing another time?”
“Maybe,” she said softly, her eyes
alarmingly gentle as she stepped close. “So how are you going to keep me
entertained while you hide me away?”
Ah, there she was. The little Viking
he knew so well. Except he wasn’t doing what he always had.
He wasn’t stepping away.
Something about having her on one of
his boats, on his turf, on the high sea…was different. Somehow, though it was
on his territory, they had found common ground. The sway of a ship. The pulse
of the ocean beneath them.
“Sean,” she whispered, clearly sensing
a crack in the wall he’d kept between them. Slowly, inch by inch, she unzipped
his jacket. “If I understand things correctly, you aren’t needed for hours yet.
Why don’t we fill in that time in a pleasurable way, yes?”
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Author Info
Sky Purington is the bestselling
author of over twenty-five novels and several novellas. A New Englander born
and bred, Sky was raised hearing stories of folklore, myth and legend. When
combined with a love for nature, romance and time-travel, elements from the
stories of her youth found release in her books.
Purington loves to hear from
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