Viking

The first time he saw her she was clad in nothing but moonlight and mist and the midnight cloud of her lustrous hair. And from that moment, Thorne the Relentless knew he had been bewitched by the maiden bathing in the forest pool. How else to explain the torrid dreams that haunted his nights, the fierce longing that kept his hard-muscled warriors body in a constant state of arouse? Thorne knew of only one way to combat the witches spell - to capture her in a Viking raid and make her his own. But once the deed was done, he found himself, still more enchanted by his lovely thrall. Could Fiona…