At long last, my lovely readers–a new release from Delilah Fawkes!
Bound by the Viking 4: Corrupted is AVAILABLE NOW in the following stores:
Amazon: BUY IT HERE
Barnes and Noble: BUY IT HERE
Coming Soon to Kobo!
Here’s a sizzling sneak peak:
“Ha! Look at the nerves on this one!” A soldier pointed at her, cackling. “Hope the little thing can still walk after a night with the chief!”
“She’s no spear maid,” another said, chortling. “Maybe he’ll go easy on this soft thing from the green isle.”
“The softer the better! A supple sheath for an iron blade!”
Laughter roared, and goblets thunked on wood, banging out their approval. Her face burned, but she kept standing, her new husband still gripping her, as if worried she’d fall if he let go.
“Enough, enough,” Alrik said, smiling. “Enjoy the rest of the feast and let the mead flow! We must take our leave.”
Denholm winked and downed the rest of his goblet beside them.
“Ah, the bedding! Good luck to you, little one, and Alrik,” he said. “Tell me if she is as good between her legs as she is between her lips.”
He leered at her, and Aislin turned away, swallowing a curse. The memory of their night together played through her mind, the taste of both of them rising up, unbidden, as gut churning as rot, and at the same time, as sweet as sin.
Alrik laughed and shook the man’s hand, then turned to her.
“Come, wife,” he growled.
Without warning, he bent down and scooped her up in his arms, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Her goblet clattered to the floor. He shouted an order in his native tongue to one of the serving girls, who blanched at his words, then Aislin’s hair was in her face, her nose bumping her master’s tightly-muscled back as he strode off with her.
The clan roared behind them, laughter and song rising to the rafters, as they crossed into the chieftain’s room. The door closed behind them with a dull thud, muting the gaiety of the hall. The loudest noise now was the beating of Aislin’s heart in her ears, and the crackle and snap of the flames in the wide, stone hearth.
Alrik threw her down onto the bed, almost knocking the wind from her. She gasped and looked up at him, eyes shining with fear.
What could she do, now that this terrible moment was upon her? Could she run? Fight? Could she scratch and claw, or bite to keep him from taking the precious gift that lay between her legs?
One look at his face, at the set of his jaw and the glint in his gaze told her it would all be for naught. His rough hands flexed, as if waiting for her to try something, just so he could hold her down, pin her, and show her what good fighting would do her.
He would take what he wanted, and there was nothing she could do to stop him. She was his.
The final installment, BOUND BY THE VIKING 5: CONQUERED is coming very, VERY soon! ;)