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How To Train Your Skjaldmaer

How To Train Your Skjaldmaer

A Viking jarl tricked into marrying a shieldmaiden sets out to tame his fiery bride…

Note: This original 5600-word short story was previously published in Conquests. It may be short in length, but it’s not short in passion!

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ConquestsHOW TO TRAIN YOUR SKJALDMAER is also part of the Conquests anthology.

Edited by Delialh Devlin
Publisher: Story Ink LLC
Genre: Viking Romance
ISBN-10: 1515059235
ISBN-13: 9781515059233
Format: Trade Paperback and eBook
On Sale: July 14, 2015

Vikings. Fierce warriors who terrified all in their path as they raided and marauded, enslaved and murdered during Europe’s Dark Ages.

But these rough men from a rugged land were also sailors, explorers, craftsmen, and highly sought after mercenaries.

Conquests: An Anthology of Smoldering Viking Romance will transport you to the realm of fantasy where such fearsome and loyal men are relentless potent lovers. Whether the lady of the keep demands a few stolen hours of pleasure with a captured Viking warrior or the handsome Northman is the one seducing his captive, you will find plenty of lusty adventures in settings as far-flung as Ireland, Iceland, Norway, Byzantium, Moorish Spain and the New World.

Let your fantasies run wild to a time when men wearing bearskin shirts and shining iron helms could capture a fierce maiden’s heart!

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This anthology includes:

“The Captive” by Lizzie Ashworth — A captive turns captor when the lady of an English keep commands a few stolen hours of pleasure with a captured Viking warrior

“Ásgeirr and the Tree of Life” by Mina Murray — Danger and desire collide when a wounded Viking warrior washes ashore on a remote Irish island

“A Varangian Guest” by Melissa Fuchs — When her brother returns to Constantinople in the company of a warrior from the far north, a widow finds herself drawn to him with irresistible desire

“How to Train Your Skjaldmaer” by Delilah Devlin — A Viking jarl tricked into marrying a shieldmaiden sets out to tame his fiery bride

“The Viking’s Prize” by Emma Jay — Treachery and desire greet a Viking warrior who travels to the coast of Newfoundland to broker peace with the indigenous tribes

“There for the Taking” by Nym Nix — A captive is seduced by her Viking captor as he couples with an amorous shieldmaiden whilst she is left to watch

“Sweet Silk” by Megan Mitcham — A Viking returns to Persia years after saving a merchant from certain death to retrieve the child-bride awarded him—yet never claimed

“Little Warrior” by Evey Brett — A woman braves a pair of daunting shieldmaidens and her father’s wrath in order to take her sister’s place as bride to a Viking warrior

“Protecting Her” by Regina Kammer — A Byzantine noblewoman seeking refuge in a monastery loses her heart to an invader when Constantinople is sacked by the Rus

“Enslaved” by Elle James — A conquering Viking vows to tame his sassy Celtic slave—if she doesn’t kill him first

“The Oak and the Ale” by Beatrix Ellroy — A businesswoman trying to secure trade routes for her family instead finds love with a crippled warrior

“New Words” by Teresa Noelle Roberts — An Andalusian Arab poet learns that her new Northman husband is more than just a handsome barbarian

“The Needle and the Strap” by Bibi Rizer — A young man hasn’t lived up to the Viking standards of his brave and ruthless kinsmen—until he rescues a wild and wicked shieldmaiden from a burning ship

Read an Excerpt

“That creature is a Jarl’s daughter?” Left unsaid in Lothar’s wide gaze was the fact she would also be Torvald’s wife.

Given the sight that beheld their eyes, Torvald might have felt it unfair to chastise his companion, but he couldn’t overlook the disrespect. So he jerked his elbow backward and up, neatly breaking Lothar’s nose. While the man groaned and bent at the waist to keep the blood streaming toward the rushes covering the rough dirt floor, Torvald stepped deeper into the taproom.

The brawl was well underway. His bride seemed to have things well in hand. Something that might have amused him in his younger days, but he had a position to uphold and ambitions beyond his own jarldom. Bringing back such a wife to his holdings could prove a hindrance to his plans.

Not that she wasn’t a handsome woman. Beneath the dirt on her cheeks and the blood smeared on her chin, her face was nicely formed and her eyes a direct and chilling blue. Her hair was such a pale shade as to be nearly white, and so thick it escaped her braids to fly about her back and buttocks like a wild mare’s mane. And she had surprising strength and stamina in her tall robust frame, which admittedly intrigued him.

As he watched, she turned sideways, gripped the edge of a table, and flipped over it, planting her feet in the center of a large, brutish man’s belly to topple him. The man went down with a roar then kicked out his feet, pulling himself to stand in a single, astonishingly graceful motion.

His bride glanced up the big man’s frame then planted both fists on her hips in a fearless stance. “I tipped a bull once. He thrashed a bit, but didn’t get back to his feet nearly as quickly as you.”

Her words were brusque but admiring, and her expression gave away her cheeky lack of contrition.

The red-headed brute glanced down at her, nostrils flaring, his cheeks so flushed Torvald feared he’d pop a vein—and then suddenly, he tossed back his head and laughed.

The sound was large and loud inside the small, ale-saturated room. He clamped his arm around the woman’s shoulders and turned her toward the bar. “Mead for the lady,” he roared.

The brawl ended in an instant. Laughter and loud claps to shoulders filled the room.

Lothar sidled up beside Torvald, a cloth pressed to his nose as he stared through bruised and swelling eyes. “Will you break something else if I say she’s not exactly the woman Hagar promised?”

Torvald blew out a breath and nodded. “It can’t be the same woman. A sister, perhaps.”

Hagar, the chieftain of the neighboring jarldom, had promised a girl so fair roses blushed in dismay. A woman as slender as a reed, as graceful as a soaring falcon, with hair as dark as midnight, skin as pale as snow.

This harridan’s tall angular frame and blonde hair were the exact opposite of what he’d been promised, and her ruddy complexion was berry brown from exposure to the sun and weather.

“Is it a trick to save his treasure for a higher bidder for the beauty’s hand? This one’s more skjaldmær—shieldmaiden—than bride.”

“I don’t know, but this…” Torvald said, pointing toward the sturdy figure dressed in a man’s breeches and kyrtill wasn’t an acceptable trade. “This will never do.” No matter that she appeared strong and would likely birth warriors full-grown. She’d never stand up to the scrutiny a future queen would face.

Taking a deep breath, he indicated to Lothar to watch the door and strode toward the woman who’d raised a full horn of mead and drank it like water. He tapped her shoulder.

Her gaze swung toward him, a scowl digging a crease between her cold blue eyes.

“Are you Solveig, Hagar’s daughter?”