A
Deadly Angels Book #7
by Sandra
Hill
a Paranormal Romance
Description:
New York Times bestselling author
Sandra Hill delivers a sizzling new entry in her Deadly Angels series, as a
Viking vangel’s otherworldly mission teams him with a Navy SEAL who’s more than
his match-she’s his predestined mate . . .
The fact that vampire angel Harek
Sigurdsson was a Norseman in his mortal life doesn’t make thawing out after
exile in Siberia any easier. But things heat up when his search for evil
Lucipires connects him with Camille Dumaine, a human who thrums with sensual
energy that can mean only one thing: she’s the mate Harek’s been seeking for
centuries. . .
The SEALs call her “Camo” for her
ability to blend into a crowd-yet Harek’s intense blue gaze singles Camille out
like a white-hot spotlight. The security wiz was hired to help bring down a
ruthless band of international kidnappers, but Camille senses an unspoken
agenda-besides Harek’s bold declaration that she’s his “destiny”. Just
Camille’s luck that the sexiest man she’s ever met may also be …a vampire!
Excerpt
Everything he touched turned to gold,
or leastways a considerable profit, and
thank the gods for that, because Harek
Sigurdsson
was
a brilliant Viking with an insatiable hunger
for
wealth and all its trappings.
It didn’t matter that he had
vast holdings in the Norselands,
an estate
in Northumbria, several hirds of warriors who served
under
him when called
to battle by one grab-land
king or another (Harek was
a much-sought battle strategist), amber fields
in the Baltics,
trading stalls in the marketplaces
of Hedeby, Kaupang,
and the Coppergate
section of Jorvik, a
fleet of twelve
longships and two knarrs, and
numerous chests filled with coins, jewels, and rare spices. It was never enough! Not to mention three wives
and six concubines …
or was
it seven?
Not that he wanted or needed any more wives or concubines. Like
many Viking
men (hah! men of all lands, truth
to tell), he was betimes
guided by a body rudder
known for its lackwittedness
when it fancied a woman. The Wise
Ones
had the right
of it when they proclaimed: A cock has
no brain. Well, at
the
ripe old age of twenty and nine, he had
finally taken
a sip from Odin’s famed
well of knowledge. In future, when he came upon
a comely
woman,
he would bed her, not wed
her, then send her on her
merry way with
a pat
on the rump and a pouch
of gold coins. Cheaper that
way and
lots less trouble!
Harek had just
completed a meeting with
Toriq Haraldsson, his agent
here in Hedeby.
Toriq had once been a hersir overseeing Harek’s Norse housecarls. Unfortunately, the fierce
swordsman had lost an arm
in battle. Harek
had no qualms about
hiring the handicapped man as
his business representative. Loyalty and
honesty were more important in
that role than fighting
skills. Besides, Toriq had once saved Harek’s
life
in battle at a time when
Harek had
been young and
not yet so adept
in fighting. A berserk Dane had
been about to lop off
Harek’s very head.
Suffice it to
say,
the
wergild for a highborn
man’s head was enormous.
As they walked side by side
on the raised plank walkways
that crisscrossed the busy
market center,
men and women
alike glanced
their way, not just
because of their impressive Norse height
and finely sculpted features. Their attire—fur-lined cloaks, gold
brooches fastening
shoulder mantles, soft leather half boots—could support
a tradesman’s
family for years.
Unaware or
uncaring of
the
attention, Toriq scowled and grumbled
under
his breath. Toriq was not happy with Harek today.
“Spit
it out, man. What troubles you?”
“This latest venture
of yours … it ill-suits a man
of
your stature,” Toriq
said, but then he had to step aside to accommodate a crowd that had
gathered to watch a craftsman blowing blue glass into a pitcher. Other
artisans were hammering
gold and silver into
fine
jewelry. In
fact, Harek noticed
an etched armband
he might purchase later. In other
stalls, workers could be seen carving wood and
ivory, or firing
clay pots in kilns behind the trading tables.
Hedeby was an
exciting
city, always something
going on. To Harek,
the bustle of commerce, the sounds of money being made, were like music to the ears. There wasn’t anything that couldn’t be purchased here, from
the prized walrus
rope that was cut
in a single
spiral
strip from shoulder to tail, to—well—to his
latest venture.
About
the Author:
Sandra Hill is a graduate of Penn
State and worked for more than 10 years as a features writer and education
editor for publications in New Jersey and Pennsylvania. Writing about serious
issues taught her the merits of seeking the lighter side of even the darkest
stories. She is the wife of a stockbroker and the mother of four sons.https://www.facebook.com/SandraHillAuthor
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