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Kept by the Viking Forgotten Sons Book 1 by Gina Conkle Genre: Historical Viking Romance

Loyalty to the Brotherhood comes before all. Including women. Formidable Viking leader Rurik knows the law. His loyalty to the Forgotten Sons is his bond, and no woman will threaten what he’s built from the ground up. But the Sons are a roving band of Vikings, and Rurik is growing restless—so when Normandy’s chieftain offers land, the proposal intrigues him. And the sultry Parisian thrall he finds in his tent intrigues him even more… Safira is cunning and clever and full of secrets. Rurik’s men have no interest in securing her safe passage home, but, piqued with lust, Rurik views Safira’s wiles as a captivating challenge—one he’s determined to conquer, even if lying with her is as defiant as it is inevitable. Traveling with Safira has been a fantasy come true—what started as lust is quickly turning to the kind of partnership Rurik could never have dreamed. But their arrival in foreign lands marks a new chapter, one that demands a Viking wife. With impossible decisions to be made, Rurik’s alliances are fraying, and past promises may not be enough to save him from having to betray those he’s sworn loyalty to—including Safira. This book is approximately 83,000 words One-click with confidence. This title is part of the Carina Press Romance Promise : all the romance you’re looking for with an HEA/HFN. It’s a promise!Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo

Her Viking Warrior Forgotten Sons Book 2

When an outcast goes home and meets a woman seeking justice, hearts will clash… Eighteen years ago, Bjorn was exiled from Vellefold. Honor-bound to return, he’ll fight for the settlement…then walk away. First, he must work with his childhood friend, now a beautiful, high-ranking Viking lady. Fierce of spirit, Ilsa will do anything to save her people, including convincing the banished son to take the jarl’s seat. But she has her doubts about the stone-hearted Viking, despite the lust between them. It’s only a matter of time before Bjorn discovers that Ilsa is hiding dangerous secrets, secrets that may jeopardize all they’ve worked for. When the darkest hour comes, the once-rejected warrior must choose: rescue his men, the Forgotten Sons—or Ilsa, the woman he craves, body and soul. One-click with confidence. This title is part of the Carina Press Romance Promise : all the romance you’re looking for with an HEA/HFN. It’s a promise!Add to Goodreads Amazon * Apple * B&N * Google * Kobo

Gina’s fate was sealed when her mom read ‘The Highwayman’ for a bedtime story. She was five years old at the time, but from then on, Gina was doomed to love history and romance. Some days she pens sparkling Georgian romance. Other days, she writes evocative Viking romance full of heat and adventure. Gina spent most of her life in southern California but now lives in Michigan with her husband where snow days are perfect for reading and writing. Her books have won awards and garnered critical acclaim. Poke around her website and you’ll run across those accolades. Website * Facebook * Twitter * Bookbub * Amazon * Goodreads

Her Viking Warrior, excerpt 2

He rested both forearms on the table. Someone had gone soft in the head to let a
plan for Vellefold’s safety come to this. “No wonder you’re asking for help. Some
things can only be learned in the doing. Fighting is one of them.” Sex is another.

Beautiful sea-green eyes speared him. The glint behind them was vibrant and
wise, sending a thrum to his core. He’d swear Ilsa sensed his last thought—and
considered answering it. The connection was akin to water rippling through him,
peaceful yet stirring. It made him open his mouth to nurse their conversation when
a smart man would walk away.
“What things have you learned from your dusty scrolls?”
“There is a great deal of strategy.”
“But nothing about how to fight.”
Pretty lips flattened. “No.”
He acknowledged a seed of respect for the lady. She strove to use her brain for
whatever fight was ahead. That was more than most. But, no matter how hard Ilsa
tried, one truth would never bend: Vellefold’s warriors followed the strongest in
battle. It was the Viking way. None would obey someone untested in war. Strength,
courage, honor, and trickery lit a fire in a warrior’s eyes, made him or her thirst to
serve a great leader because great leaders forged a path to wealth and fame.
“The women follow me without trouble,” she murmured.
Who followed his father? The question lingered, but he refused to voice it.
Asking meant caring about the answer. Fingers drumming the table, he’d at least
make sure Ilsa grasped one or two points of war before they parted ways.
“You’re skilled at what weapon? The sword? A Norse hammer? Fighting hand to
hand?”
Her eyes narrowed. “I do well with a bow and arrow.”
“A hunter’s weapon. It works if you’re fighting from a distance, but there’s no
dignity in it. A Viking wages war face-to-face. You know this.”
Ilsa stiffened at him stating the obvious. Good. He was getting to her. Warrior
leaders weren’t born, they were made, tested in battle, rising to their place after
tasting blood and dirt and doggedly coming back for more. To think she could
simply put on a leader’s mantle and fight would only get her and others killed.
He leaned in close enough to see the texture of her lips. “You can’t be a leader
and stand far from battle. You’re in it. Teeth to teeth with your enemy. Only one
gets to walk away.” His voice dropped to barely a whisper. “Sure you’re ready for
that?”
Ilsa didn’t back down. “I need to learn how to fight. Many of us do. It’s why I’m
here.”

Have Vellefold’s people gone lazy? “It’s a crazed plan, and I already have plenty
of reasons to say no. I won’t go back, nor will I take orders from a woman.”
“You have no problem fighting with them.”
“Shoulder to shoulder, yes. But I’ve yet to meet a woman worthy of being a
leader of men.”
Certainty danced in her eyes. She took his words as a challenge. Willful woman.
“I think the sun has roasted your brain. Too much time in southern kingdoms has
ruined you.”
“My brain is fine,” he said through a curt smile. “You can’t accept that I don’t
easily give my var.”
“Yet you and your men have a reputation for selling your vow of service to the
highest bidder.” Her words were as light as spring rain. She was proud and
unrelenting, with color high on sun-kissed cheeks.
“Now you think I can be bought.”
Ilsa traced the rim of her cup. “Can someone…buy you?”