Here’s what one reviewer has to say about Vengeance Hammer:

Midnight Attic Reader:
All three brothers and their wives are reunited for this last adventure, and it was great to see all of them together. Xara, rendered mute by a witch, is slow to reveal her secrets to Dráddør, but Dráddør has secrets of his own and I thought it was great to see those few moments of vulnerability, making him a much more complicated and engaging character. The epilogue includes a little glimpse into all three brothers’ happily ever after. Great series!!
Here’s a short excerpt  from Vengeance Hammer:

Xára could not lift a finger. She sprawled over Dráddør all limp and boneless. Never could she have imagined such sheer ecstasy. Had the chamber warmed? Or did the heat come from within her?

She had never been so aware of her woman parts. They pulsed and vibrated and fisted around his thick shaft buried deep inside her. She had touched him. There. ’Twas all so surprising, this intimacy ′tween them, his fingers, his mouth. Was all allowed? Cert, it seemed too wicked to be right.

He trailed a finger up her spine. The gentle caress sent tingles to parts not connected. Her nipples hardened, the nub ’tween her legs ached, and she yearned to rub against him.

“Wife now you are in all aspects.” He nuzzled her neck. “Know you how bairns are made?”

A wash of fire blazed through her and she knew a hot pink color dusted every piece of her skin. She peered up at him. Blinked away the embarrassment and wrote, ’Tis what we just did?

Distracted by the golden hair around his male nipples, she studied the tight peaks, the circle of color around his and then looked at hers. Why were hers pink and his brown?

“Aye. A bairn catches when I spill my seed inside you.” He flicked a finger at the tip of her nose. “Why is Evie so concerned about bairns?”

Mouth pursed, she traced. She is lonely. The keep’s children fear her.

“Know all of Lady Jennie’s tryst with Ard Greimme?”

War braids suited him, Xára decided. He had a wealth of long, wavy golden locks and the four thin plaits at his temples seemed to draw his cheekbones taut. She liked the way he focused on her fingers when she wrote the letters on his chest. They suspect somewhat is amiss.

 He outlined her lips with his thumb. “Methinks on the morrow, I must needs speak with your mother. She must have been bereft when Arnfinn sent you to the abbey.”

Dare she tell him? Would he reject her when he found out the whole truth? In a short time she had come to love him and he seemed to care for her. Could she be content with his affection and not his heart when she had given hers?

“Nyssa will insist on healing you.”

She circled her hand around her neck and shook her head.

“Aye. I have asked her to try. Thrice now I have heard you make sounds. What harm can it do, Xára?” He pressed kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, and nipped the lobe of her ear.

She waved a finger at him. Do not distract me.

He chortled and the tiny creases at the corners of his eyes deepened. “’Tis my duty to keep a smile on your face, mit sváss. ’Tis amusing and rewarding.”

All the warriors she knew were dour of mien, angry in their words, and rough with their hands. How blessed she was to have this man to husband. She vowed to make him proud of her. All at once she needed him to know of her training.

I am trained to run a castle. She wrote the letters slowly. How she longed to tell him of her other talents, but dared not.

“I am well content with my bride, Xára.”

He fingered the slight scar in the center of her throat. “How did this happen?”

Xára worried her lower lip. This secret she could share without worrying he would cast her aside. Mayhap ’twould even serve to protect Evie if he knew the all of Magnhildur. The other secrets, for now, she would leave to fate. She traced Magnhildur’s name on his chest. He jerked into a sitting position, captured her wrists, and set them to his heart. “Tell me.”

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Contest Questions:
What is one of  Xára’s talents?
Why is Evie obsessed with bairns?

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Cheers,

Jianne

Here’s what one reviewer has to say about Vengeance Hammer:

Midnight Attic Reader:
All three brothers and their wives are reunited for this last adventure, and it was great to see all of them together. Xara, rendered mute by a witch, is slow to reveal her secrets to Dráddør, but Dráddør has secrets of his own and I thought it was great to see those few moments of vulnerability, making him a much more complicated and engaging character. The epilogue includes a little glimpse into all three brothers’ happily ever after. Great series!!
Here’s a short excerpt  from Vengeance Hammer:

“Look to me, Xára. You and I are the only ones in this chamber.”

She glanced to the right. Two Vikings stood on either side of the doorway. Olaf, Earl Tighe, Egron and Ghazi and a few other warriors had entered the room and now formed a circle around the bed.

“Look to me,” Dráddør commanded in a tone that brokered no quarter. “Close your—nay wait. Can you hear me without seeing me speak?”

The frantic concern puckering his forehead made her lips curve. He looked nonplussed and panicky.

She nodded.

His relieved sigh tickled her cheek and she smelled the cinnamon from the sweet apple pudding served to end the meal. “I will make this quick. First we will kiss. Then I will stroke your…your woman parts to prepare them for my…my shaft. After that I will thrust inside of you. There will be pain when I breech your maidenhead. I know not how much, but immediately I will withdraw. Then I will have them take the sheets to be hanged and order everyone out.”

The lord almighty had interceded on her behalf. Relief loosened her bunched shoulder and neck muscles. She had not realized the tension holding her limbs in paralysis until that very moment. The reassurance and confidence he radiated seeped under her skin, warmed her icy nose, fingers, and toes, and sucked away her rigidity. She smiled and traced the strong line of his jaw marveling at the slight scratchiness of the stubble.

“Close your eyes for me now, mit sváss. Do not open them until I tell you.”

She did not understand the Norse words he’d spoken, but he said them like an endearment, and Xára guessed them the equivalent of dearling or sweetling. For some peculiar reason, the notion soothed her, and she nodded.

 He brushed lips to her brow and, when she obeyed his order, to her lids.

The brief grazing caress left her skin sizzling. His mouth, hot and wet skipped over one cheekbone. She gasped when he lowered his hips to hers and nudged her legs apart.

A languor, compelling and bewitching, stole across her limbs. She now understood how men seduced maids into abandoning their virtue, the feel of searing skin on searing skin more enthralling and delicious than anything she’d experienced afore.

He lowered onto her and his legs, the thigh muscles hard as steel, forced her knees wide. His groin, heated and forged with sharp planes and angles, settled on her, hipbone grazing hipbone.

The long, turgid length of his organ shifted on her belly when he caged her in an embrace so intimate all she heard, felt, and smelled was him. Blazing heat, a heady spice, and a sinewy strength she was cert had been carved in a blacksmith’s glowing furnace covered her in his embrace.

Her breasts became the center of the world when his chest scraped her nipples. She ached all over and the need to touch him surged through her.

All restraint vanished in a flash when he sucked on her lower lip.

She set her palms to his neck, slid them down to his collarbone, trailed them down over the dip between his shoulders and ribs, and rubbed them back and forth, delving her fingers into the surprising softness of the downy hair dusting his flesh.

He shifted and his shaft abraded her tender woman parts. The secret nub she had explored during the long, lonely nights at the abbey throbbed and burned. His mouth claimed hers and she was lost.

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Contest Questions:
Are  Xára & Dráddør alone in the chamber?
What dish ended the evening meal?

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Cheers,

Jianne

Here’s what one reviewer has to say about Vengeance Hammer:

Midnight Attic Reader:

All three brothers and their wives are reunited for this last adventure, and it was great to see all of them together. Xara, rendered mute by a witch, is slow to reveal her secrets to Dráddør, but Dráddør has secrets of his own and I thought it was great to see those few moments of vulnerability, making him a much more complicated and engaging character. The epilogue includes a little glimpse into all three brothers’ happily ever after. Great series!!
Here’s a short excerpt  from Vengeance Hammer:

Xára could scarce draw a breath.

The man walking alongside her held her fate, Jennie’s, and that of Evie’s in his hands. Dráddør, the man who had dedicated his life to killing Arnfinn, Earl of Caithness, thought she was dull-witted no matter what Jennie had told him. She had considered pretending to be such, but ’twas not her nature to cower to anyone.

Jennie.

She swallowed her tears.

Locked her jaw and grappled for control.

If only she had known that Jennie had resolved to end both her life and Arnfinn’s. She would have stopped her from drinking the poison.

What had caused her to make such a sacrifice? And why did Jennie refuse to speak of it? What terrible threat had Arnfinn used? Or had it been another?

Hatred, raw and grating, boiled her blood to thundering in her ears. She despised the man all thought her father. She loved the woman all thought her mother.

Blinded by her fury, she bumped into a side table and would have tumbled had not Dráddør grabbed her by the waist. His aroma enveloped her at once, veiling her other senses as she inhaled the mingled aromas of male sweat, leather, and the sea. So different from the female perfumes of lavender and rose she had grown accustomed to at the abbey.

He wore no gloves and an inferno danced over her skin where his fingers gripped her through the threadbare habit. She could not recall the last time any but a woman had touched her with such gentleness. ’Twas intoxicating and exciting and dizzying.

And yet she sensed naught of him. ’Twas her gift, her strength, to touch someone and catch a brief memory playing in the present, an oath taken, a port visited, mayhap even such trifle as a thirst quenched. Yet naught escaped from this man.

He steadied her. “Are you ill, lady?”

The wonder of his voice. Deep, like low thunder vibrating through clouds. Dense, rich, strong, and heated like a boulder baked in the sun. Mesmerized by his low rumble, she yearned to press her fingertips to the corded veins in his thick neck, and learn from him how to speak again.

“Lady Xára, are you faint?” He gave her a little shake.

She dared not look at him, too afraid her confusion and the secret, delicious thrill coursing through her showed plain on her face. Ducking her chin, she nodded, shifted out of his hold, and picked up her pace.

Now her awareness of him, of the warrior manliness leashed beneath those powerful muscles and his immense size, bubbled through her veins. Her nape grew damp and she had to choke back a nervous tickle scratching at her throat.

He muttered something she did not catch and she swept him a surreptitious peek. His mouth had canted into a grim line and she knew his patience with her, Jennie, the whole lot of it, was nigh at an end.

“’Tis pointless.”

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Contest Questions:
Where did  Xára smell lavender?
Who poisoned Arnfinn?
What is Xára’s gift?
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Jianne

Here’s what the reviewers have to say about Malice Striker:

The Long and Short Reviews:
This was awesome book! It was a multidimensional story-and not unlike a delicious Oreo cookie – I couldn’t say which part I liked best. The love scenes were scorching hot and OMG! Delicious. Malice Striker is a top notch historical romance . This story grabbed my attention and kept me flipping those pages well into the night. I just couldn’t put it down until the end and it still left me wanting more. Just like that delicious Oreo cookie. LOL! I’m giving Malice Striker five flying stars and my highest recommendation. Reviewer, Tulip.
For The Love of Reading Reviews:
Oh, I’m in love! This book made me all giddy! It had everything I love, a tall big Viking with scars on the outside and inside, a woman with powers she doesn’t know yet, her weakness alluring multiple evil characters to benefit from her gift of being born from a Goddess. I was hooked from the very beginning to the very end – so many great plot twists and interesting turns of events. The romance was exciting, hot and very romantic in the Christian lady and barbaric Viking way. It was delicious discovering Skatha’s passion and fire when Brökk was around and finding Brökk’s softer feelings and love for the first time. Now that makes for such great romance! Mix in some Goddesses and Gods for extra flavor and espionage and murder plots and you really cannot put this book down! I couldn’t. Highly recommending this to all who love Vikings, Romance.

Here’s a short excerpt from Malice Striker:

“Hurry. Shed the blanket, climb into the bed, and lie under the linens. Remember what I told you. Do not fight him.” Lady Gráinne gave her a slight push.

Skatha nodded. Her mouth too dry to form words, she clambered into position. Her limbs froze, and her hands refused to obey the command to pick up the bowl with the lard.

“I will ensure the bed curtains remain closed.” Lady Gráinne brushed a kiss on Skatha’s temple. “God be with you, my little dove.”

’Twas only when she heard his voice that the paralysis shattered. She shoved the linen down below her waist.

Brökk spoke Norse, assuring some warrior he would prick her well. The assembled men burst into a raucous limerick.

She grabbed the bowl of grease and slathered the gooey paste all over her private parts.

Push the grease inside as far as you can. Lady Gráinne’s instructions thundered in her mind. Skatha braced herself and thrust her finger into her sheath again and again and again.

The men’s singing halted.

She stuffed the bowl under a bed cushion.

An icy draft blasted her bare shoulders.

Skatha jerked the sheets to her chin and curled her fingers into a fist when she felt the mattress dip.

He smelled of forest, leather, and ale.

She couldn’t breathe, her whole body as stiff and unyielding as a cold slab of marble. Skatha squeezed her eyelids shut. Was he looking at her? She tried to relax her facial muscles, to attain the serene expression that had served her well with visitors to the abbey.

The straw sighed under his weight.

She slid sideways and grabbed the linens to remain in place.

His hand, warm and rough, cradled one cheek. “Look to me, wife.”

Touch him oft. Caress his sword of penetration and ’twill be over in a thrice. Had she the courage to follow Lady Gráinne’s astonishing advice? Aye. Naught would stop her. Too much had been stolen from her. ’Twas time to take back.

She turned her head in the direction of his voice, opened her eyes, and laid her palm on his flesh. Hard. He was so hard. No give to his skin. And hot. ’Twas like touching a boulder that had been lying under a blazing sun.

He stilled.

She whisked away her hand feeling like she had been burned.

“Nay.” He captured her wrist, pressed his mouth to the vein throbbing on the underside, and licked the spot.

With his tongue.

Too stunned to react at first, Skatha tried to wrest from his grasp when he nipped the heel of her palm.

He kissed the top of her breast.

She gasped.

His mouth covered hers and his tongue plunged inside.

What madness this?

He stroked her teeth, touched the tip of her tongue with his, and then suckled.

A heated, prickling sensation gripped her insides. Of their own accord, her toes curled, and her fingers dug into his arms. He moved to cover her completely and nudged her legs apart with first one knee, then the other.

His breath came hard and harsh, the hot exhales swooshing over her ear and feathering her cheek. Skatha felt as if she had drunk too much mead; she was fevered, dizzy, and impatient. Though for what she knew not.

He settled between her legs, and she stiffened when his sword pressed down on her belly. Long, rigid, and throbbing. He moved side to side and his manhood slipped easily in the lard she’d swabbed over her woman’s flesh.

“Odin’s balls,” he muttered. “You are slick and ready.”

She opened her mouth to tell him about the grease.

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Contest Questions:
What did Brökk say in Norse?
Where did Skatha hide the bowl of grease?
What was Lady Gráinne’s astonishing advice?

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Cheers,

Jianne