Her soul is what he needs to break his curse.
Viking warrior Ragnvald Hallvardson was devastated when his fiancée was killed. In desperation, he sought help from the local witch. But instead of being reunited with his love, he was cursed with immortality. For over a thousand years, he has roamed the earth looking for that special person who can help him break the curse. And now, he may have finally found her.
After a disastrous relationship, Julia Williamson is reluctant to open her heart again. The barrier around her heart is hard to break, and she's not foolish enough to give her love to just any man. But she finds Ragnvald hard to resist. Something about him calls to her, but can she risk another broken heart? Then things become even more complicated when her former fiancé threatens her life.
Content Warning: contains sensual sex scenes
"I want you," Julia murmured.
Ragnvald turned her around and cupped her cheeks. "Say it again."
She lifted her chin. "I want you."
A corner of his delicious lips curled upward. As he glided his thumb along her mouth, she tingled all over. Her knees melted. She anchored her hands on his chest. His strength and heat penetrated her fingers. He pulled her into his embrace and kissed her neck. Her head swam. She had no idea how much she liked his touch against her skin until now. He intoxicated her, and she couldn't form a complete thought. She couldn't get enough of him and wanted him to touch her all over. When his mouth left her neck and traveled to her lips, her head spun with a hunger she'd never felt before. She drank him in, hoping he knew how much she wanted him.
She held his square jaw. He tasted of coffee and whiskey and raw masculinity. The tip of his tongue begged for entrance. She accepted, then their tongues twirled in a dance she didn't want to stop. Before she lost herself, Julia stepped back and touched his face again. In the light of the hearth, his flesh was warm and exciting. She glided her fingertips along his skin, feeling him, burning the sensation in her mind. Then he brought her fingers against his mouth and nibbled each, one by one.
He pressed his lips to her palm. "You have nothing to fear from me. We'll go at your pace."
"I know." As she said the words, Julia knew they were true. He might be almost a stranger to her, but there was an inner goodness and honesty in him. "I don't fear you."
He pressed his mouth against her cheeks and brow. Little nibbles that made her feel alive. She arched toward him, encountering his hardened arousal. He wanted her too. She felt so alive and on fire. But she not only wanted to receive his kisses, she wanted to make him burn with desire. This time, her tongue traced the outline of his mouth, demanding entrance. He let her in. She tasted and explored.
"I've dreamed of you, of this moment," she confessed.
"Good or bad?"
"Good." She blushed.
"Then we should make your dream come true." He pulled his sweater over his head. His skin was sunkissed, and far better than any of her dreams.
Several scars decorated his torso. She ran her fingers along them, tracing their shape. Each muscle she touched felt firm but pliant, making her want to explore more. His nipples puckered. She ran her palms over his chest, marveling at how his skin felt. Masculine yet soft. She was amazed about such a detail, one she never noticed until this moment. Her breasts ached for his touch while her depths burned for him. As her fingers continued their exploration of his firm body, she stepped behind him and finally saw the rest of the tattoo on his back. A Viking sword lined the middle, with the hilt on his neck and the edge pointing down, reaching the top of his round buttocks.
"Do I match your dreams?" he asked with a husky tone.
"You will do," she jested.