Naughty
in Norway
Nordic Lights Series
Book One
Christine Edwards
Christine Edwards
Genre: Erotic Romance
Publisher: Fanny Press
Date of Publication:
November 1, 2013
ISBN: 978-1603815420
Number of pages: 174
Word Count: 50,950
Cover Artist: Sabrina Sun
Book Description:
Vail Fillion has left her
home in Huntington Beach, California, to study Scandinavian Culture
in Oslo, Norway. But she gets her first real taste of culture shock
when she goes along with her friend Lisetta to a wild party at her
cousin's biker bar. Vail is surprised to find such a large group of
motorcycle enthusiasts in this often snow-bound country. She is even
more stunned to discover that the bikers are normal guys, if perhaps
even more physically imposing than your average Viking. Alreck
Falstad--a 6'6" blond, tattooed stand-in for a Norse
god--catches her eye but also scares her to death.
Just as Vail is starting
to enjoy herself at the party, something truly frightening occurs.
The evening is abruptly cut short by a brutal crime, and she is the
lone witness. Before she can make it to the cops, Vail is drugged,
loaded into Alreck's truck, and transported to his remote cabin in
the Lofoten Islands.
Why has Alreck kidnapped
her, and what are his plans for her in his snowy haven? Is he her
savior, her nemesis, or both? Even if she could escape, would she
truly want to?
Short Excerpt:
Alreck
hovers just outside the bathroom as I pull the door open, his legs
spread wide and his arms crossed in front of him in a dominant
stance. He watches me warily.
“Choose
a drink,” he says before stepping out of the doorframe.
“Go
find my wallet and I will,” I sass back at him with hands on my
hips.
He
leans down within inches of my face and says in a harsh whisper,
“Enough, woman. We’re not stopping again until the fuel runs out,
so pick something to drink or you’ll go without.”
Okay,
what’s with the excessive alpha-ness?
“Whatever.”
I mumble to myself as I trudge past him and grab a giant bottle of
Voss water.
He
slips the bottle from my fingers and stalks up to the register to
pay. I see that he’s also purchasing a coffee along with another
bottle of water. The forty-something female attendant bats her
eyelashes at him and giggles as she gives him the total. If he
notices at all then he’s not letting on. With his looks, women most
likely hijack his cell on a regular basis to program their digits
into it for him. Ugh!
He
takes my hand once again while carrying the bagged drinks in the
other. We rush through the bitter cold toward his truck and this time
he doesn’t attempt to help me get in.
It is
a struggle to climb into the cab, but once I’m seated I reach out
and slam the door in his face, making certain that it’s left
unlocked.
Please
let this plan work.
My
breathing is out of control as the adrenaline begins to course
through my veins.
I
watch cautiously as he hauls his big frame up into the cab, and just
as he reaches into the bag of drinks I lurch my door back open and
jump down, falling hard onto my knees in the snow. It stings like a
beast and I bite back a groan as I lurch to my feet and begin to run
back, hell bent, toward the tiny store.
I ran
track throughout college and know that I’m quick, but my knees are
killing me from the impact and the snowy ground is a far cry from a
proper track. When I’m halfway across the parking lot, someone
passes me in a sprint. Alreck?
Before
my brain can register how to evade him, he turns around and faces me
with rage in his eyes before charging at me. He hauls me up and over
his giant shoulder before I can so much as pivot away from him.
Speechless,
I look up in terror at the attendant who’s watching us from inside
the window in stunned surprise.
Like
a complete Neanderthal, he locks a hold across my suspended legs and
prowls right back to the station. He says something to her in
Norwegian that, to my complete dismay, makes her laugh and wave to me
as I’m carried away.
“Call
the …!” I wail, yet before I can complete the sentence a hard
slap lands without mercy right on my ass cheek, effectively silencing
me after I let out a startled, “Ooh!” as the burn spreads across
my rear.
The
attendant gives me cheeky smile. What did he say? She seems to
have zero clue what I’m desperately trying to convey to her.
I’m
doomed.
Too frightened to
struggle, I let my body go slack as I’m carried to the truck.
About
the Author:
Christine Edwards grew up
in the Deep South on Hilton Head Island, SC. At an early age she
developed a passion for the arts that led her to earn a bachelor's
degree in Art History from the College of Charleston in South
Carolina.
Christine has a special
place in her heart for reading and writing erotic tales. She
continues to publish stories that immerse readers in exotic and
realistic geographic settings amid interesting subcultures of adult
life. Within the vein of BDSM romance, her main focus is on loving,
multi-faceted relationships involving intense alpha males and feisty
heroines.
She adores snow skiing,
traveling the world, and spending time with her amazing family.
Christine currently resides in the sleepy coastal town of Beaufort,
SC.
www.christineedwardsauthor.com
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