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12 Masters. 12 Desires. 12 Fantasies Come to Life. Meet the Masters of Blasphemy

About Bound to Submit:

From the ruins of an abandoned church comes Baltimore’s hottest and most exclusive BDSM club. Twelve Masters. Infinite fantasies. Welcome to Blasphemy…

He thinks he caused her pain, but she knows he’s the only one who can heal her…

Kenna Sloane lost her career and her arm in the Marines, and now she feels like she’s losing herself. Submission is the only thing that ever freed her from pain and made her feel secure, and Kenna needs to serve again. Bad. The only problem is the Dom she wants once refused her submission and broke her heart, but, scarred on the inside and out, she’s not looking for love this time. She’s not even sure she’s capable.

Griffin Hudson is haunted by the mistakes that cost him the only woman he ever loved. Now she’s back at his BDSM club, Blasphemy, and more beautiful than ever, and she’s asking for his help with the pain he knows he caused. Even though he’s scared to hurt her again, he can’t refuse her, because he’d give anything to earn a second chance. And this time, he’ll hold on forever

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Tidbits from a few Spicy Latte Heroes Round Two

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Ten Thermal Tidbits from Kellan Walker (Skin Deep by Kimberly Kincaid)

1.You could have chosen any profession, why a firefighter? I’m not a suit and tie kind of guy. I’m good under pressure, so I figured I’d play to my strengths. After being an Army Ranger, it felt like a good fit.

2. What’s the most challenging aspect of being a firefighter? Besides having to stomach our rookie Slater’s cooking? Probably dealing with the stuff we see. Calls can get really intense. But a lot of them turn out okay, so that makes it a lot easier.

3. Boxers or briefs? Boxer briefs. Best of both worlds.

4. Would you pose for a pin-up calendar, if it was for a good cause? And get the crap that goes with that? No way! I’d make a donation for the good cause, though.

5. What’s your guilty pleasure? (remember we have a PG-13 audience Kellan 😉 PG 13, PG 13…okay, then I’ll go with action movies. Isabella and I will sometimes stay home and marathon a whole bunch of them back to back. Then we make our own action 😉

6. Hard Rock or Country? Mostly hard rock

7. Favorite Movie? I’m going old school. Die Hard. Bruce Willis is a badass!

8. Most romantic thing you’ve done? I’m not really a hearts and flowers kind of guy, but lucky for me, Isabella’s even tougher than I am. I surprised her with a trip to the gun range last week. She loved it, and I loved that she did. Everybody won.

9. You open up your ipod, top five songs in your playlist? Moth Into Flame, by Metallica, Animals, by Maroon 5, Sucker for Pain, by Lil Wayne, Radioactive, by Imagine Dragons, and Til the Love Runs Out, by One Republic

10. It’s Sunday and Baseball is on the TV, who are you rooting for? I’m not much of a baseball guy. But if I had to pick…the San Francisco Giants.


Kellan made his way up Washington Boulevard, where he’d parked yesterday morning before shift. Funny how quiet the city could be before things like rush hour and regular workdays kicked in, all soft sunlight and clean storefronts. He slid in a breath of cool air, scanning the sidewalk and the two-lane thoroughfare where Station Seventeen was situated.

He saw the woman leaning against his ’68 Camaro from forty feet away.

Kellan’s pulse flared even though his footsteps never faltered. Long, denim-wrapped legs leading to lean muscles and lush, sexy curves. Loose, confident stance that spoke of both awareness and strength. Long, caramel-colored hair that she tossed away from her face as soon as she saw him coming, and God dammit, that was the second time this week he’d been blindsided by Isabella Moreno.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, wincing inwardly as the words crossed his lips. Not that he didn’t feel every inch of the attitude behind them, because after her f#&k-up had put his sister’s life in danger three months ago, he so did. But slapping his emotions on his sleeve wasn’t on Kellan’s agenda, good, bad, or extremely pissed off. Of course, Isabella already knew he was chock full of the emotion behind door number three, anyway.

She pushed herself off the Camaro’s cherry red quarter panel, sliding one hand to her unnervingly voluptuous hip while the other remained wrapped around a cup of coffee. “Waiting for you.”

“I got that.” His tone left the what-for part of the question hanging between them, and Kellan had to hand it to her. Moreno wasn’t the type to mince words.

“I need a favor. I want you to walk me through the scene of Monday’s fire.”

Jesus, she had a sense of humor. Also, balls the size of Jupiter. “You want me to take you back to the scene of a fire that gutted a three-story house just to give you a play by play?”

She nodded, her brown eyes narrowing against the sunlight just starting to break past the buildings around them. “That about sums it up, yeah.”

“It’s a little early for you to be punching the clock, isn’t it?” he asked. Most people weren’t even halfway to the door just shy of oh-seven-hundred on a weekday morning. 

Moreno? Not most people, apparently. “What can I say? I’m feeling ambitious.”

Kellan resisted the urge to launch a less-than-polite comment about her work ethic, albeit barely. “I already told you and Sinclair everything I know.”

“Okay.” Her shoulders rose and fell beneath her dark gray leather jacket, easy and smooth. “So humor me and walk me through it again anyway.”

His sixth sense took a jab at his gut, prompting him to give the question in his head a voice. “Is this part of the investigation?”

“Why do you ask?” she said, and yeah, that was a no.

“Because you called it a favor, and you just answered my question with a question.”

Moreno paused. “I’m a cop. We do that.”

Nope. No way was he buying this. Not even on her best day. “And I’m a firefighter who’s not interested in putting his ass in a sling just to humor you with an unsanctioned walk-through.”

The RFD might offer a little latitude on firefighters revisiting scenes—a fact Kellan would bet his left nut Moreno damn well knew—but just because he’d worked the job didn’t mean he had carte blanche to prance through the place like a fucking show pony now that the fire was out.

Not that a little thing like protocol seemed to bother Isabella in the least. “Your ass will be fine. I’ll take full responsibility.”

“I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that one from you before.”

The words catapulted out before Kellan could stop them. Moreno flinched, just slightly, but it was enough. “Look, I need to get back onto that scene,” she said. “Are you going to help me or not?”


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Ten Tantalizing Tidbits from David Cavill (Bind Me Before You Go by Harper Kincaid)

RL: 1.  How long have you lived in NYC and what are your top five must do’s?

DC: I’m all Brookyn – born and raised. Except for college and my deployments, the city has always been home. 

As far as my top five must do’s? It really depends on the company. But since you’re a kick-ass romance blogger, I’m going to assume you want to know where I take Cassidy. Going anywhere with Cassidy is a top five experience, but that said, here’s my list, which – btw – also describes my perfect day:



69 Grand St

Brooklyn, NY 11249
Hands down, the best coffee in New York and I’m convinced it’s because they’re the only farm-to-table coffee joint in the world. That means they get their beans fresh and direct from Bogota, Colombia every ten days. Sometimes I think gentrified Williamsburg is too far up its own ass for its own good, but in this case, the hype is justified. Cass and I are here almost every day.

4. EarWax Record Store

167 N 9th St, Brooklyn, NY 11211 (Cross street: Bedford Ave)

I’m a music fan – mostly low-fi, indie rock and jazz. And everything is better when it’s played on vinyl. I’ve been coming here since they opened in 1990. There’s just something about getting lost in a record store, taking your time and flipping through the stacks, and finding something you didn’t even know you were looking for. Now, if Cass and I have a lazy Sunday on our hands, we head here.

3. Brooklyn Museum of Art

200 Eastern Pkwy, Brooklyn, NY 11238

Gotta admit – I’m not usually into art museums. But Cass dragged me here recently because she heard they’re dedicated to women artists, especially one of her favorites, Judy Chicago, so I went along for the ride. The place was mind-blowing. I’m not telling you anymore – just go for yourself.

2. Peter Luger

178 Broadway, Brooklyn, NY 11211 (Cross street: Driggs Ave)

I’m all about digging into a perfect steak and Peter Luger is worth the price tag. And they know how to make a Dublin Mule, my go to drink.

1. Barcade

388 Union Ave, Brooklyn, NY 11211 (Cross street: Powers St)

A great place to come for a couple of rounds of 8 ball. I’m teaching Cass how to play, but I have to admit, half the appeal is watching her bend over the billard table, driving the men crazy and knowing I’m the one who gets to take her home. Oh, and they have some of the best craft beers in the city.

RL: 2. Boxers or briefs?

DC: I like keeping my boys close by, so it’s boxer briefs for me. Never in white.

RL: 3. Would you pose for a pin-up calendar for charity?

DC: Hell no, but I’d get my best friend, Leo, to do it. He’s a ham and eats that s#*t up.

RL: 4. What’s your guilty pleasure?

DC: All my pleasure is guilt free. My favorite pleasure is tying my woman up in my ropes and making her beg for it. Hands down, my absolute favorite thing to do.

RL: 5. Favorite place in Central Park?

DC: I have to admit, I’m a fan of the zoo, especially the sea otters. They’re cute as hell and make me smile, even when I don’t feel up to it.

RL: 6.  How did you get into Shibari rope? 

DC: I saw a demo at Club Serve shortly after I first joined and signed up for lessons on the spot. I was hooked right away.

RL: 7. What is the one Broadway show that you want to see?

DC: Hamilton. I got us tickets to go soon though and I’m really hoping the show lives up to all the press it’s getting.

RL: 8. Most romantic thing you’ve done?

DC: I don’t do traditional romance, like Valentine’s Day and greeting cards. I think all that is a big bag of bulls#*t. That said, for her last birthday, I took Cassidy to the airport with nothing but our passports and a carry-on bag of essentials and told her to pick anywhere in the world she wants to go. She went out of her mind over that one. We ended up in Santorini, Greece for 10 days. I think that’s romance at its finest – taking your woman to a place she’s always wanted to go. 

RL: 9. You open up your ipod, top five songs in your playlist?

She’s a Jar – Wilco
Such Great Heights – Iron and Wine
Blue in Green – Miles Davis
Love Supreme – John Coltrane
Feeling Good – Nina Simone

RL: 10. It’s Sunday night and the TV is on, what are you watching?

DC: If it’s football season, I’m watching the Jets. Otherwise, I like 60 minutes. But honestly, not a big TV guy. We’re usually over at my parents’ house for Sunday dinner. What can I say? I’m half Italian. That’s what we do. After dinner, my go to is a good bottle of red at home with Cass. Preferably with her naked under me.


For the umpteenth time today, she took out the card he had given her. The cardstock was thick and substantial, with raised calligraphy that said Cavill Security Group. She’d handled it so much that the edges were curled inward, almost as though if she didn’t call the number printed on there soon, it would fold into itself and disappear. The opportunity for something and someone different? Gone. It made the space in the center of her chest feel heavy, and she let out a breath to try to lighten the load.
The phone rang just then—and it was the customized ring assigned to the doorman downstairs. Allie ran back into the living room and grabbed the phone.
“Hello? And a good evening to you, Deacon…who?” Her eyes widened and then slid off to the side where Cassidy was. “Yes, that’s fine. Send him up.” She placed the phone back on the cradle. “Cassidy? Ca-Sa-DEE?”
“Do me a favor and get the door when it rings. Deacon said we’ve got a delivery coming.”
Cassidy’s eyebrows shot up. “Did we order something?”
She beamed back. “In a manner of speaking.”
“What does that mean?”
Allie smirked and waved her off. “You know me. I take my Ambien to sleep, then order s#*t online and forget about it the next day.”
There was a staccato knock at the door. Cassidy expected Allie to go for the door with the same gusto with which she’d gone for the phone, but Allie crossed her arms and held back.
“Okay…” Cassidy said.
She made her way to the door, and just as she was about to turn the knob, Allie called out, “You can thank me later, by the way!”
Cassidy had a very funny suspicion about where this was going.
She opened the door—
“Holy shit,” whispered Cassidy.
As if conjured from thin air, David stood in front of her, his burnished gaze singeing her skin. He glanced down and smirked when he saw his business card in her hand.
“Glad to see you still have it,” he said.
“What are you doing here?”
“Don’t listen to her,” Allie bellowed while gesturing like the goddamn grand marshall at a parade. “Our home is your home. Okay you two, I’ll see you later. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
As soon as Allie was outside and the door closed behind her, David moved.
He came to Cassidy and surrounded her small frame in his arms. And, without thinking, she wrapped herself around his rock solid middle as well. His body vibrated against hers.
I am so totally screwed.
“Seven days, Cassidy.”
She blinked a couple of times but didn’t respond.
“I’ve never had to wait seven days.”
“What are you talking about?” she balked, still in shock that the man she’d been pondering over was suddenly here, surrounding her with his spicy, masculine scent which made her head swoon more than the wine.
He regarded her for a moment before answering. “It’s been seven days since I gave you that card. I can only wait so long. So here I am.”
He could only wait so long? What did that mean? What if she needed a week? Or two weeks? She moved away from him, crossing her arms in front of her, like a shield. A really weak one.
“Well, maybe I wasn’t planning on calling you. Did you ever consider that?”
His eyes cast an amused glimmer her way. “So why is my card in your hand right now? If you weren’t planning on calling, you’d have tossed it.” He mimicked her wide stance and crossed his arms across his expansive chest.
She rolled her eyes and turned back to David. “Maybe I’m old fashioned. Maybe I want the man to call me. Did you ever think of that?”
“Yeah, I did, so here I am,” he said while dropping his warrior stance and coming closer to her. In a low and sexy voice, he whispered, “I waited for you to make the next move after I met you at the club last week. That was my first mistake, one I’m sure as f#*k not gonna make again. I decided to give you a week, longer than I wanted to, but it’s what I thought you should have considering what I’m asking from you. But guess what, honey. Time’s up. I’m done waiting. I want my two weeks and I want them to start tonight. If that’s not what you want, you need to let me know now and I’ll go.”
She took in all that was him, his deep green eyes, molten and charged for her. But his good looks and sex appeal weren’t what made him dangerous. It was how lightning fast he was able to read her, his effortless ability to get inside her head and under her skin.
His expression softened, with his gentle smile and kind eyes. He appeared almost…vulnerable to her. Like he might have as much at stake as she did. Could that be? Or was she making shit up in her head to make this kind of arrangement okay with her?
“If you don’t want me… If you don’t want this—” he gestured with his pointed finger back and forth between them “—then just say the word and I’m gone. I won’t come for you again.” He took another step closer, his gaze burning into hers. “But I’m really hoping you do want me here.” He placed his hands on his hips and blew out a breath, as if he was trying to keep it together.
She’d always assumed that a connection with another person only came with love and romance, but maybe a sexual connection was its own kind of intimacy. Hell, if her previous encounter with David was any indication, it would be a stronger, more powerful intimacy than anything she’d ever experienced.
And that’s what had prevented her from calling his number. Not the idea of being tied up or trying other forms of BDSM. No, that stuff was the easy part.
She was terrified of finally letting go with someone, of really letting him in, her soul stripped bare and vulnerable. Of actually being seen. He was all kinds of compelling to her, but she had to admit she was also afraid of not measuring up. She might have had a handful of lovers, but most had been clumsy-handed college boys. What could she offer a man like David Cavill?
So she knew she should turn her back on him and say thanks, but no thanks. But at that moment, she also recognized he was worth taking this kind of risk with. That if she walked away, she’d deeply regret it for the rest of her life. This was her chance to discover a side of herself she’d never given a chance to breathe—to live—and to do so without the fear of having her heart broken.
No chance for love meant no chance for loss. No commitment meant no risk.
Just remember, a quiet voice inside her head said. When it all falls apart, when you’re left in a puddle outside his doorstep, remember you had the chance to walk away but didn’t.
Besides moving to New York, going with David Cavill was the biggest calculated risk she’d ever taken. She just prayed it wouldn’t break her.
“Okay, David. I’m in. I’m all in.”


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Born in California and raised in South Florida, Harper Kincaid has moved around like a gypsy with a bounty on her head ever since. She’s gotten to suck the marrow out of life along the way and is only banned from entering a handful of countries these days.


She loves writing stories about sexy, complicated people and giving her readers a literal and figurative happily-ever-after. When not writing the sexy, she’s got her nose in a book, spending time with her family and friends, and making people laugh ’til they snort. She’s tickled hot pink to be featured on Rae’s blog.Stalk her on social media and look forward to her latest release, Girl Breaker, on January 17, 2017.


Tidbits from a few Spicy Latte Heroes Round One

In honor of the WRW Readers and Bloggers Luncheon this weekend I’m highlighting a few authors today on the blog.

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Ten Tantalizing Tidbits from Ferrara with Love

1. How does it feel to be called an International tycoon?

low chuckle* It has a nice ring to it. Wouldn’t you agree? Though, The Dragon, is much more effective.

2. After reading about pastries and baked goods I think it’s fair to say that women will never look at a biscotti the same way again. Any comment?

Well, De Luca biscotti is known for giving women great pleasure. Though the only woman I prepare my biscotti for these days is Chase Huntington. Nonna would have my hide if she thought I was baking for someone else.

3. Boxers or briefs?

My absolute preference? No clothes at all and with my beautiful woman in my arms.

4. Would you pose for a pin-up calendar for charity?

I would be delighted. Art is beauty, and beauty is to be celebrated. And when we’re finished, I’d make a donation to the cause. My Nonna taught me the value of community, so I’d be happy to help in any way I can.

5. What’s your guilty pleasure? (remember we have a PG-13 audience Drago 😉

*rubs chest with a chuckle* My guilty pleasure would be a well aged Scotch and a great book by the light of a fire. Or…see question #3.

6. Hard Rock or Country?

Hard rock…with a mix of classical and techno.

7. Favorite Movie?

One of Italy’s classics… La Vita è Bella or “Life is Beautiful” .

8. Most romantic thing you’ve done?

I think, a slow, hot, cleansing massage in the shower for the woman I love for no other reason than to take care of and cherish her. But Chase might mention a trip to Rome on my private jet to see Rome by the light of the moon. As a matter of fact, I think both happened in the same evening.

9. You open up your ipod, top five songs in your playlist?

Something by Tiesto
Nessun Dorma by Pavarotti
One by Metallica
Sound of silence by Disturbed
Por ti Volare by Andrea Bocelli

10. It’s Sunday night and the TV is on, what are you watching?

Lucifer with Tom Ellis. He reminds me of someone. *wink, wink*

Thank you for having me, Miss Rae. I love spending time with a beautiful woman.

You are welcome Drago, I had a fabulous afternoon.



“Oh come now, that’s no way to start off as the new kid in town, is it? Perhaps I might be of some assistance.” A miracle came in the form of a familiar voice that skimmed down her spine for a second time that day. Her glance at his shoes was nothing more than a reflex. Immediate silence followed. “You’re my translator?” Chase looked over the heads of her motley crew and took in her tall, dark, and handsome she’d been sparring with only minutes ago. She could look at this man all day, but right now she needed his voice. “Thank God.” “No, thank Drago.” He flashed a devastating grin, then extended his hand. As she slid her much smaller one into his firm grip, she couldn’t help but feel like she were shaking hands with the devil. Because there was no way God would ever make a man this sexy on purpose.


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Fans of Robin Covington get to know her charming Doc Beck from Southern Nights and Secrets.

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Readers want to know…

Beck insisted that he meet you in his favorite booth at the Southern Comfort Diner. When you walk in, he stands and flashes the sexy grin that every woman in the restaurant between the age of 18 to 78 responds to with smiles, shakes of the head and heavy sighs.

As you slide into the booth opposite him you catch a whiff of his spicy aftershave and his own warn scent, unsure whether he smells more delicious than the peanut butter pie and steaming coffee waiting at your place. You realize your staring and shake it off, open your notebook and ask . . .

1.You could have chosen any profession, why a Doctor?

I kind of fell into it. I was huge fu . . .uh . . screw up in school until I went to live with the Landons and then when I finally had someone giving a shit about me doing my homework, I realized that I was really good at science and math. They insisted, along with the Cantrells and Elliotts, that I apply to college and I happened to get a full-ride academic ride to the University of Virginia. Once there, the faculty pushed me towards pre-med and I got a job interning at the hospital. I loved the action and excitement and that I could help people and I figured “why the hell not?” I ended up being very good at it and I love so . . . yeah, that’s it.

2. What’s the most challenging aspect of being a Doctor and working for a woman who you have history with?

Oh man. It sucks and it doesn’t. She’s ready to bust my balls at every turns when I all want to do is have her do something else with them, if you know what I mean? She’s made work a challenge and ruined me for any other woman in my own time. Let’s just say that I’ve done a lot of airplane jumps since she arrived . . .

3. Boxers or briefs?

Probably commando but I’ll let you check if you want.

4. Would you pose for a pin-up calendar if it was for a good cause?

Uh yeah, no problem. Hell, I’d do it even if it wasn’t for a good cause. I’ll do anything once especially if I think it’s going to piss off the stuffed shirts at the hospital.

5. What’s your guilty pleasure?

Other than sex? No – scratch that. I’m never guilty about sex.

I don’t have one. I do what I want and when I want to do it. I never apologize for it and I don’t ask permission. Life is way too damn short to deny yourself pleasure.

6. What is the one thing you need to start your day?

I run. I’m addicted to the adrenaline and its better than coffee.

7. Motorcycle or Car?

I have both so . . . both!

8. Most romantic thing you’ve done?

When Ginger and I were in school together I sweet-talked the librarian into opening up her study carrel for me and I put flowers and her favorite study candy in there. She loved it . . . and showed me how much in the middle of the stacks in the back of the library. Great memory. I’ll have to see if I can get her to do that again . . .

9. You open up your ipod, top five songs in your playlist?

1. Come As You Are by Nirvana
2. Do You Wanna Know? By Artic Monkeys
3. Weird Fishes/Arpeggi by Radiohead
4. I’m Not the Only One by Sam Smith
5. Already Gone by Puddle of Mud

10. It’s Sunday and the TV is on, what sport are you watching? What team are you rooting for?

I don’t sit on my ass and watch sports, I get out and do it. So Sunday afternoon I’m BASE jumping or climbing or something else.

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A USAToday bestseller, Robin Covington loves to explore the theme of fooling around and falling in love in her books. Her stories burn up the sheets. . .one page at a time. When she’s not writing she’s collecting tasty man candy, indulging in a little comic book geek love, hoarding red nail polish and stalking Chris Evans.

A 2016 RITA® Award finalist, Robin’s books have won the National Reader’s Choice and Golden Leaf Awards and finaled in the Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice, and the Book Seller’s Best.

She lives in Maryland with her handsome husband, her two brilliant children (they get it from her, of course!), and her beloved furbabies, Dutch and Dixie Joan Wilder (Yes – THE Joan Wilder)

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Falling For You

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Cartoonist and hopeless romantic Sage Mathews has moved home to St. Helena to find her happy ever after. And why not? It’s happened to everyone else in the town where love grows on the vine. She’s even landed the perfect job, head cartoonist for the St. Helena Sentinel—her late grandfather’s newspaper. The only thing more important than finding love is keeping her grandfather’s legacy alive. A hard task when the paper’s sexy and irritating new consultant is determined to digitize her dreams.

Parker Edwards has never measured up in his grandfather’s eyes. So when the opportunity arises to consult for a small town newspaper where the old man sits as a board member, he’s determined to prove his grandfather wrong. Step one, digitize the paper to keep the sinking ship afloat. Step two, get his tiny town tour guide, who happens to be the cute and curvy cartoonist, on board. With the glitz covered cynicism of L.A. in his blood, he can’t wait to do the job and get back to the city. That is, until his sweet new friend with her sexy assets and chocolate brown eyes colors her way into his heart one comic at a time and makes him feel things he doesn’t think he can live up too.

Can small town and big city find their Happy Ever After in St. Helena Vineyards or is love just another romantic notion that is dying on the vine?

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I am delighted to join you today to chat about one of my favorite things: Vikings! Being born and raised in Sweden, I was introduced to Norse mythology through childhood picture books. I loved the stories of Odin and Freya and the other gods who lived in Asgard. And later on, my seventh grade history teacher noticed my interest and shared his favorite books with me. In my Viking Warriors series, I combine my love of Norse mythology with my love of paranormal romance to write about brave immortal warriors who have been sent back to Midgard—where mortal humans live—to protect contemporary humanity from Loki and his evil minions. And they of course happen to fall in love in the process.

Vikings and Valkyries have inspired a slew of story tellers, from Tolkien’s The Lord of the Ring trilogy to the History Channel’s TV show Vikings, Norse mythology and history is showing up in a lot of our pop culture. So why don’t we dish about our favorites?

Nïx the Ever-Knowing aka Nucking Futs Nïx in the Immortals After Dark series.

Kresley Cole’s paranormal series is an auto-buy for me in large part because of Valkyrie Nïx who alternately charms, confuses, and frustrates the other characters with her prophesies and unsolicited advice. I love the comic relief the character supplies, but also the mystery and increased tension she brings to the page.

Who are your favorite Vikings and Valkyries?

If you are a fan of Viking stories, I hope you check out my Viking Warriors series and also Tales of the Valkyries, an anthology of Viking short stories I collaborated on with Gina Conkle, Harper St. George, Anna Marklund, Emma Prince, and Lisa Hendrix. The anthology is free right now across all ebook retailers.

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Title: Viking Warrior Rebel%name Happy Book Birthday Viking Warrior Rebel
Author: Asa Maria Bradley
Series: Viking Warriors, #2
ISBN: 9781492618874
Pubdate: October 4, 2016
Genre: Paranormal Romance

She can’t let him discover…
Immortal Vikings are among us

Astrid Irisdotter is a Valkyrie—a fierce warrior fighting to protect humanity from the evil god Loki and his brutal minions. She’s on an urgent mission for her queen when everything goes hideously sideways. Undercover agent Luke Holden arrives on the scene just in time to save her life—and put his own on the line.

Luke may have saved her, but that doesn’t mean Astrid can trust him. Tempers flare as they hide secret upon secret from each other, but Astrid’s inner warrior knows what it wants…and it will not take “no” for an answer.


Astrid’s boots echoed against a shiny marble floor as she crossed the Denver hotel lobby. The male clerk on the other side of the check-in desk watched as she approached, appreciation glinting in his eyes. The man’s gaze dipped low and swept up her body before meeting her eyes again. Astrid sighed at the predictability of the mortal male, but still increased the wattage of her smile.

The man’s eyes widened. “Welcome. Are you checking in, Miss…?”

“Idrisdotter, but call me Astrid. It’s probably easier.” She gently lowered her large duffel bag to the floor. Her smallsword was in its scabbard, wound up in layers of clothing. It wasn’t likely to make a sound as the bag hit the floor, but the weapon was her favorite and had been with her for a long time.

The clerk’s glance moved to her cleavage as if pulled by a magnetic force. “Ah, let’s see what type of rooms we have available.” He swallowed loudly.

One free upgrade and a short elevator ride later, Astrid unlocked the door of a luxury suite. The expansive windows covered one whole wall and offered a splendid view of the Denver downtown skyline and the Rocky Mountains beyond. Snowcapped peaks rose dramatically against a clear, blue spring sky. It reminded her of the mountains at home, although their tops were more rounded, more worn down. The Scandes, the mountain chain between Sweden and Norway, had been old even when she was a little girl thousands of years ago. And still, they had appeared gigantic to that little orphan thrall girl who had almost no one looking out for her.

She shook her head to get rid of the memories of how powerless she had been when she was a slave. Instead, she strolled into the bathroom, humming appreciatively to herself when she saw the large sunken tub with jets. She turned on the hot faucet and dumped a whole mini bottle of bubbles into the bath. It had been a very long time since she was that dirty, little thrall girl who didn’t even own the rags that covered her body.

She didn’t go to excess now, but she made sure to appreciate the simple pleasures in life. At least, that’s what she told herself. There was probably some deep-seated psychological reason why she felt cleaner and prettier if the soap she’d used was expensive, but why waste time figuring that out? It was more efficient just to spend the money. She shed her clothes and sank into the hot, fragrant water.

A contented sigh escaped her lips as the warmth soothed her travel-worn body, easing the ache in her tense shoulders and stiff back. She sank in deeper, fully submerging. As she blew out her breath under water, more tension left her body, but a small knot of anxiety remained in her stomach. She couldn’t afford to relax fully. Couldn’t afford to screw up. She’d been making too many mistakes lately and gone too far over the edge into battle fury. Twice, one of the Vikings had to knock some sense into her before she had her rage under control again.

Then there’d been that night where she almost killed a human. It went against everything she stood for. She had been chosen by Freya to protect the people of Midgard. If she didn’t do this mission right and bring back her queen’s brother, she might as well not return to the Norse fortress.

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A while later, Astrid checked her reflection in the hotel elevator. She planned to visit a well-reviewed French restaurant a few blocks from the hotel. She smoothed down the simple black dress she’d brought especially for the restaurant and turned sideways to see if the dagger strapped to her thigh would show in profile. Twisting a few degrees more, she adjusted the silver belt she wore around her waist. Two throwing blades slid sideways into the back of the custom-made belt, their decorated hilts blending perfectly with the inlays of turquoise and lapis lazuli.

It took only a few minutes to reach the restaurant. The maître d’ assured her the table she’d reserved would be available shortly and suggested she wait in the bar. Astrid walked the few steps up to the bar, which was raised half a level above the restaurant’s main floor. She ordered a glass of her favorite first-growth Bordeaux and inhaled its aroma before savoring her first sip. Sighing contently, Astrid perched on a high stool as she let her gaze roam over the patrons enjoying their dinners.

She went for another sip of wine, but froze with the glass halfway to her lips. One of the men across the room looked familiar. He was in half profile as he spoke with his male dinner companion. It couldn’t be Holden. No way would he be here in Denver. She’d avoided him and his club ever since that night she’d been high on battle fever and, as a result, had gone down a wide road of poor choices due to lack of impulse control.

The memories of Luke Holden’s calloused hands heating her skin had her suddenly blushing.

As if he knew she was looking at him, the man turned and their gazes caught across the room. She’d recognize that blond hair and those steel-gray eyes anywhere. She knew how the one-day stubble of that square jaw felt against her own skin. How those arrogant lips could deliver the most scorching of kisses. Heat spread through her body as other body parts perked up at the memory of their last encounter.

Holden quirked an eyebrow and raised his glass to her in a silent greeting, a cocky smile stretched across his lips.

Astrid turned her head away, tipped back her own wineglass, and drained it.

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2016 double RITA finalist Asa Maria Bradley grew up in Sweden surrounded by archaeology and history steeped in Norse mythology, which inspired the immortal Vikings and Valkyries in her paranormal romances. She arrived in the U.S. as a high school exchange student and quickly became addicted to ranch dressing and cop shows. Asa currently resides on a lake deep in the pine forests of the Pacific Northwest with a British husband and a rescue dog of indeterminate breed. She graduated from the Inland Northwest Center for Writers program at Eastern Washington University with an MFA in creative writing and also holds an MS in Medical Physics from University of Colorado. Visit her at, or follow her on Twitter @AsaMariaBradley.

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