Viking & Pirate Romance Bundle (11 ebooks)

From Viking-age Norway to pirate-ruled seas, experience passion, danger, and destiny.

Immerse yourself in eleven scorching romances, where modern women tumble through time into the arms of fierce warriors, notorious pirates, and irresistible Viking kings. Plus, dive into the complete Fated Trilogy, where ancient prophecy collides with modern crime in a paranormal Viking saga that will leave you breathless.

Orlando, Florida, May 3, 2019

“Holly, sweetheart, are you sure it’s the wisest thing to go to Scotland two weeks before your big merger? You’ve been working so hard.”

Holly clenched the handle of her suitcase harder as she walked through the departure area with her parents to drop off her luggage. Mom’s brown eyes were worried—as always. The lines around her mouth deepened.

“Mom, really, everything is done. We’re just waiting for the final paperwork to come through. In two weeks, we sign. I’ll be back by then.”

“A responsible person wouldn’t leave right before closing an important deal,” her mother said. “This is not how I raised you.”

Holly suppressed a sigh and stood at the end of the baggage drop line. Mom meant well. It was just hard to see that sometimes behind the criticizing comments. Holly turned and faced her parents. They were so different from her—her mom, a petite, sweet-looking woman with a mane of curly gray hair; her dad, tall, handsome, and broad-shouldered; a true army man.
Of course, Holly didn’t look like either of them.

“Mom, I haven’t taken a vacation in three years. The genealogy researcher in Inverness has a very long waiting list, and her next opening is in two years. It’s a rare chance to find out about my roots.”

“But why do you need to find out about them when you have us?” Mom said. “Haven’t we given you everything?”

Dad hugged her. “Gemma, let her do it. You don’t know what it’s like…”

Holly flashed a grateful smile at her dad. He was a man of few words, but when he said them, they were the right ones. Holly was more like him than her mom, who had a lot to say on many subjects.

The line moved and Holly went to check in her luggage and get her boarding pass. Once she was done, she returned to her parents.

“Should we go for a coffee?” Mom asked.

Holly flashed a polite smile. “Mom, I better get going. I still need to send a couple of emails before the flight.”
Her mom sighed. “I suppose.”

The three of them proceeded towards the security check.

“I just keep thinking I forgot to tell you something,” Mom said. “I have this uneasiness in my heart about your trip. As if I’m seeing you for the last t—”
She cut herself off, tears gathering in her eyes. Holly squeezed her mom’s shoulder.

“Everything will be fine, Mom.”

Holly’s dad hugged her mom. “Gemma, she’s traveled the world. It’s Scotland, not Siberia. And she’s a grown, successful woman.”

Mom cocked her head. “A successful woman doesn’t date a sperm bank.”

Here we go.

“This is why you wanted to go for a coffee, Mom? To berate me about my wish to have children?”

“It’s unnatural, honey. You need a husband first.”

“And what if I don’t have one, huh, Mom? What if men literally run in the other direction after they get to know the real me? Should that stop me? Nowadays, a woman doesn’t need a man to raise—”

“Those men are idiots. And yes, a woman does need a partner to raise a child. How many times have you tried? Five? Six?”

Holly’s eyes watered. Why was it that people closest to her had the capacity to hurt her the most?

“Last month was seven,” Holly said. “You’re right. It’s probably not meant to be. Something must be wrong with me.”

Mom grimaced and hugged Holly with one arm. “I know very well how it is, dear. God never gave me the chance to give birth, but he gave me you. In preparation for when the right man comes, maybe you need to try eating healthier or cut out coffee. You know I raised you to achieve things despite your flaws.”

“I guess this flaw is too big to be overcome,” Holly said, wiping her eyes and leaving black smudges of mascara on the backs of her hands and undoubtedly on her face.

From the corner of Holly’s eye, she saw a flash of movement. She glanced to her left and noticed a big tall man with a cart full of suitcases marching towards them at full speed. He was looking at his phone.

Holly barely managed to jerk her mother out of his path, steadying her to keep her from falling.
“Sir, please watch where you’re going,” Holly said.
The man glanced over his phone, raised his hand without stopping. “Sorry, sorry, late for my flight.” He continued marching, his eyes glued to his phone.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” Mom said. “You’ve always protected me, ever since you were little—even from spiders.”

Holly chuckled. Her mom could seem harsh at times, but she was terrified of spiders.

They stopped at the end of the line to the security check, which, thankfully, had only three people waiting…