After her father’s death, Alfild’s life will change forever...
Being born blind in the time when Vikings had reached the shores of England, she has little to look forward to but a lifetime of service as a nun unless she can find a man to marry and take over the family farm—until she discovers two men with strange accents in her stables.
Who are these two men, and why does her body respond in such a confusing but arousing way when she feels them near her, when their voices carry to her ears, or their scent to her nose? Will she find a new life with Jorgen and Aldric, or will they abandon her to her fate?
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“I wish to ask you something,” I said. “May I touch your face, to feel what you look like?”
His hand took one of mine and brought it to his face.
I felt the rough wiriness of a long beard. I followed it up toward his face, my fingertips tracing a hooked nose, broad cheekbones, and a strong brow. I traced back down toward his lips, hidden beneath the scruffy beard he bore. I felt him kiss my fingertips before he took my index finger between his lips and gently sucked, his teeth grazing my fingertip before his tongue flicked the nip away. A hand slid up my side to caress the underside of my breast, while the other wrapped around my hips, pulling me closer against his body. Beneath my bottom, I felt something harden and rise. I shifted, unsure of what exactly was happening. He groaned softly, as if he was being tortured.
“Those men of the village were fools,” he muttered. “You are a woman as glorious as Freyja herself.”
My body shivered again with that unnamed desire. “Who is she?” I asked, and Aldric moved his head to nuzzle at my throat. “She is a goddess, of love, sex, fertility, war, and death. She is everything wonderful in life itself.”
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