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When Viking Marauders attack the sleepy village that Esme calls home, she thinks she can bargain with them...
Esme was wrong.
Introducing VIKING THRALL a new Historical Romance from Joanna Davis!
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Magnus could not believe his eyes. He'd enjoyed bantering with the maid through the gate, which was surprising, given his temperament so far that day. Things had not gone as planned in the village. The wealth of the settlement was far less than what he'd expected, leaving him in a foul mood. But when she appeared with the wine barrel he was momentarily stunned into silence.
The girl was a beauty- the fairest he'd ever seen. Her silky dark hair framed a face of indescribable prettiness. High cheeks, full lips and large green eyes that dominated a face of heartbreaking purity. But below her slender neck, things were another matter altogether.
Even bent over as she was, he could see that the maid was all woman. Her firm high tits, narrow waist and graceful hips were made for rutting. His eyes flared as he took in her long, elegant legs. What he wouldn't give to wrap those around him as he-
"Well? Isn't anybody going to help me with this?"
He barked out a surprised laugh. The maid was brazenly admonishing them for not helping her. The other warriors were silent, apparently as astonished as Magnus himself.
She was a spitfire that much was certain.
No one moved to help her so she shrugged and continued rolling the barrel towards them.
"By Odin what a beauty!"
"Aye, look at those tits!"
He glanced sideways at his men. The girl was about to be eaten alive. For some reason this bothered him. He glanced at her and frowned. It's not that he ever stopped his men from having their fun with a girl, but this one was special.
Magnus himself never felt the need to force a woman. But for once, he was thinking about making an exception.
With her.
"Mine."
The softly spoken word brought utter silence to the group. They might grumble later, but that would be the last of it. The girl hadn't heard him but that was alright.
She'd find out that she belonged to him soon enough.
Most likely when he tossed her over his horse.










