What’s a Viking to do when he ends up on a Florida beach, surrounded by a world he doesn’t understand, with a hyperactive stockbroker as his only guide? Go back to Chase’s hotel, naturally. Chase thinks Bjorn is eccentric at best, a lunatic at worst, or just maybe the real thing: a Viking from the days of yore. It isn’t easy for Bjorn to admit, but he needs Chase’s help to navigate the confusing modern age. While Chase is trying to clean Bjorn up and help him fit in, Bjorn’s sworn enemy also makes the trek through time. Jorund is eager to plunder this new land and finish the job of killing Bjorn’s family line, all in one blow. Bjorn and Chase will have to set aside their vast differences and work together if either of them wants to survive.
First Edition published by Torquere Press, 2007
Tams gives this one 5 Stars...
|Chase is on a mandated vacation after his doctor ordered him to do so due to some high blood pressure issues and the hectic pace he keeps at work. What better place to vaca than the beach? His blissful time off is rudely interrupted when Chase stumbles across a very large, very cranky guy passed out on the beach. It doesn't take long for Chase to figure out that Bjorn, the sexy guy with an odd way of speaking and a knack for taking everything very literally, is literally out of time.|
Okay, this book cracked me up! Seriously, I could not stop laughing. Bjorn is this larger than life, headstrong Viking... but he has the common sense of a child. Misplaced due to a ripple in time, Bjorn doesn't understand things like television, showers or common courtesy. It's left to Chase to first figure out that Bjorn is out of time and not just some crazy person with the manners of a goat. Once he does, Chase does his best to help Bjorn with all the modern advancements, like showers.
I would LOVE to have a full length novel for these two. The few pages I read had a lot of content. Thoroughly explaining who Bjorn was, where he came from and why he was catapulted some 1500 years into the future, roughly. And the connection between these two was palpable and believable. Seriously though, hysterical, I was laughing so hard at Bjorn misconceptions of things that Chase would say. If you're looking for a fast, fun read with a great deal of content, grab a copy of A- Viking!
GREAT WAVES crashed over the sides of the longboat and sent frigid sheets of foam sluicing across the deck, drenching the men who fought to keep her afloat. The storm had come up suddenly, nearly without warning, its thick blue-black thunderheads moving in swiftly from over the horizon, pushing wild froth in front of them.
Bjorn stood at the helm and squinted, as if the heat in his glare alone could pierce the gloom of the storm, into the rain that pelted his skin with icy needles. Behind him, sixty-four men bent their backs to the oars, their voices raised not in prayer, but in curses against the fickleness of luck, against their enemies, against the gods themselves for seeing fit to cast them headfirst into the maelstrom. Thunder boomed and the wind shrieked, the bellows of the storm drowning out what cries the men might have made.
The wind whipped the water ever higher and rocked the Dragonslayer from side to side like a fragile leaf caught in the white waters of the Sjoa River. The great watery hands of the sea lifted the boat up high, then dropped it to crash back with bone-jarring impacts. Jagged lightning breached the sky grown as black as night, spears of the gods slicing through the gloom only long enough to illuminate the angry sea for a heartbeat.
How, Bjorn thought as a particularly violent crash brought him to his knees, has it come to this? By what curse of which god have I been branded outlaw? I flee from my homeland like the Fenrir’s hounds are at my heels!
He knew, of course, that there was something snapping at his heels—or rather, someone. Someone from whom the Fenrir himself might very well run and hide. Bjorn would have spat had he not known the wind would only whip it back into his face.
The answer to his silently asked question came in the form of a name.
Jorund Blood-Axe. Jorund the Vanquisher.
Jorund the Mealy-Balled Horse-Fucker, Bjorn thought, baring his teeth to the gale.
About the Author...
I write m/m fiction because, while one hot guy is enough to curl my toes and melt my underwear, two together leaves me drowning in a puddle of my own drool which is probably the same reason you read it! Kiernan Kelly lives in Florida among the alligators and palmetto bugs with her husband and a Shar Pei-Labrador puppy who thinks she's a person (the dog, not Kiernan. Kiernan knows she's a person. At least, she is after she's had her daily dose of caffeine). Kiernan spends most of her time writing gay erotic romance while chained to a computer in the dark recesses of her office, which her children have dubbed, "The Gay Cave."
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