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To Find a Viking Treasure
Survival’s in his blood…
Rough-souled Brandr’s ready for a new life far from Uppsala, but the Viking has a final task —protect the slave, Sestra. Her life's full of hardship…until she learns the location of a treasure. With war coming, stealing the enemy's riches will save lives, but only one man can defend her —the fierce Viking scout, Brandr.
The two have always traded taunts, now they must share trust. Passions flare as secrets unfold, leading one to make a daring sacrifice on their quest To Find a Viking Treasure
To Find a Viking Treasure by Gina Conkle is all the steamy and sexy that you could ever want from a viking story.
“Growing up a slave of Frankia formed her differently. Sex was her currency. Survival was all she knew.”
Sestra was one of those characters that brought the spunk and sass to this otherwise Medieval setting. Viking settings always seem dark to me. All that pillaging and burning down of villages are always prominent during those times. Well, expect to get that with this story. I also enjoyed reading the teasing dialogue between her and Brandr. There was a fierce sexual undercurrent between them; trust me when I say that their love scenes are smokin’ hot.
“This is what happens when courage demanded action.”
The one thing that stood out to me was the theme of courage. Both characters’ resolve and mettle are tested throughout the story. They run into adversaries, and are also given the choice to choose life over the greed of coin and jewels. That was especially hard for Sestra because she was a slave. It was either buy your freedom or get bought. But in the end she chose courage, both when it came to fighting and her will.
A little note…
-This can be read as a standalone. It was mostly about Sestra and Brandr. Even though characters from the previous book made appearances.
-Not a lot of action. The majority of that takes place towards the end of the book.
-This was my first Gina Conkle read. I found that there was an easy flow to her words and storytelling.
Icy water drenched her, the cold droplets prickling tender skin. Blood flowed like hot honey through her sluggish limbs. She slipped one hand under Brandr’s muddy tunic, and hard male flesh pebbled against her fingertips.
Brandr broke the kiss, his breath hitching sharply. His mouth hovered over hers as if the enthralling inch between their lips fed a deep need.
He didn’t move, save his shaky grip on her arm. “Your hand…”
His firm flesh twitched under her palm.
Was the hard-souled warrior starved for touch?
Foreheads and noses brushed as she pushed his tunic up determined to have her way. They still stood in the waterfall’s mist not caring that they mere steps from the cliff. Dirt smeared Brandr’s furrowed midline. Taking her time, she wiped it off and a weave of muscles and smooth skin clenched against her hand. Enveloped in darkness, her senses came alive, touching a ridged scar on his chest, smelling pine on his skin, the uneven cadence of his voice as he whispered her name against her lips.
A fresh grew, the want to be closer. She sought the curve of his ribs, sliding her hands to his back—
“Sestra. No.” Brandr jerked away, his voice ragged. He held her at arm’s length.
“Why…why’d you stop?”
It was all she could do to form the question. She still tasted him on her tongue when he let her go. The waterfall crashed behind her its blast matching the uproar inside her.
Brandr tugged down his tunic. “This isn’t safe.”
“Dead men don’t care that we’re kissing.”
He chuckled dryly and picked up his sword from the mud. “No,” he said, wiping the weapon clean before sheathing it across his back. “You’re soaked. Those clothes of yours need to come off.”
“Most men say that come nightfall,” she teased. “The clothes coming off part.”
He went still. “I’m not most men.”
Wet black hair fell around his face, the jaggedly cut ends grazing his jaw. Though it was nightfall, she saw Brandr clearly. The rough-hewn Viking stood like a wild beast in a rare tame moment. His tarnished silver eyes pierced her, left her tongue-tied because she put him with other men who used thralls for their pleasure.
What stopped him?