Must Love Kilts
“Margo stared at Magnus as he pounded across the strand toward her, his drawn sword glinting lethally. Hot fury burned in his eyes. And his scowl was fiercer than any she’d ever seen. She clapped her hands to strategic places and backed away, shaking her head as her sweetest dream turned into a nightmare. “You don’t want to use that.” Her gaze didn’t leave his sword. The blade glistened red, fresh blood staining its length and dripping from the tip. “I don’t like violence.” She prayed she’d wake...n any minute. Her stomach lurched. Magnus was almost upon her. He didn’t look very sympathetic. If he noticed she was naked, or afraid, there was no indication. He appeared ready to toss her over his shoulder and carry her to the nearest bonfire. “What devilry is this?” he roared, sweeping his bloodied sword in a huge arc that took in the sullied, Viking-less strand and his white-faced, gog-eyed men. “Speak.” He pointed the blade at her. “Now, before I lose patience.”MoreLess
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