Bought for his vengeance
But claimed for his bed!
Battle-scarred Viking Alarr is a broken warrior who expects to die carrying out his oath of blood vengeance. He saves maiden Breanne Ó Callahan from slavery only with the intention of getting close enough to kill her foster father. Until their spark of passion ignites a desire to keep her close...and presents Alarr with a gut-wrenching choice—his revenge or his heart?
Sons of Sigurd
Driven by revenge, redeemed by love
When Sigurd, King of Maerr on Norway’s west coast, was assassinated and his lands stolen, his five sons, Alarr, Rurik, Sandulf, Danr and Brandt, were forced to flee for their lives.
The brothers swore to avenge their father’s death and now the time has come to fulfill their oath. They will endure battles, uncover secrets and find unexpected love in their quest to reclaim their lands and restore their family’s honor!
Join the brothers on their quest in
Stolen by the Viking by Michelle Willingham.
And the journey continues with stories from
Harper St. George, Michelle Styles,
Jenni Fletcher and Terri Brisbin.
Coming soon!
Author Note
Stolen by the Viking is the first book in the Sons of Sigurd series. Alarr Sigurdsson is about to enter an arranged marriage when he and his tribe are attacked on the day of the wedding. He is badly wounded, and he doubts that his fighting abilities will ever be the same. He intends to kill his enemy, but a brave Irishwoman, Breanne Ó Callahan, won’t allow him to threaten her foster father. He is torn between vengeance and his own desire for a woman who sees past his scars to the man within.
This series is a five-book continuity, and I thoroughly enjoyed working with four other authors whose books will follow mine. You can look forward to Rurik’s story by Harper St. George; followed by Sandulf’s story by Michelle Styles; then Danr’s book is by Jenni Fletcher; and the final book in the series is Brandt’s story by Terri Brisbin. We had a wonderful time brainstorming plot and character ideas, and I hope you’ll try all five books!
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MICHELLE WILLINGHAM
Stolen by the Viking
RITA® Award finalist and Kindle bestselling author Michelle Willingham has written over forty historical romances, novellas and short stories. Currently she lives in southeastern Virginia with her family and her beloved pets. When she’s not writing, Michelle enjoys reading, baking and avoiding exercise at all costs. Visit her website at michellewillingham.com.
Books by Michelle Willingham
Harlequin Historical
Sons of Sigurd
Stolen by the Viking
Untamed Highlander
The Highlander and the Governess
Warriors of the Night
Forbidden Night with the Warrior
Forbidden Night with the Highlander
Forbidden Night with the Prince
Warriors of Ireland
Warrior of Ice
Warrior of Fire
Forbidden Vikings
To Sin with a Viking
To Tempt a Viking
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To Kat Schniepp, for your daily encouragement, words of wisdom and for being my friend all these years. You have walked a difficult road and come out stronger. And with your help, so have I.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Epilogue
Excerpt from The Tempting of the Governess by Julia Justiss
Prologue
The kingdom of Maerr, Norway—ad 874
It was the morning of his wedding. Although most men would have welcomed the day, Alarr Sigurdsson had the sense that something was not right. The shadowed harvest moon last night had promised an ill omen, and the wise woman had cautioned him to delay the marriage.
Alarr had ignored the volva, for he was not a man who believed in curses or evil omens. The union would bring a strong alliance for his tribe. He had known Gilla Vigmarrsdottir since they were children, and she always had a smile and was even-tempered. She was not beautiful in the traditional way, but that didn’t matter. Her kindness made him amenable to the match. His father, Sigurd, had negotiated for her bride price, and the mundr was high, demonstrating their family’s wealth.
‘Are you ready to be chained into the bonds of marriage?’ his half-brother Danr teased. ‘Or do you think Gilla has fled?’
He didn’t rise to Danr’s bait. ‘She will be there.’
Alarr had worn his best tunic, adorned with silver-braided trim along the hem, and dark hose. His black cloak hung over his shoulders, but it was the absence of his weapons that bothered him most. His mother had asked him to leave them behind, claiming that they would only offend the gods. It was an unusual request, and one that made him uneasy, given all the foreign guests.
Her beliefs did not mean he intended to remain defenceless, however. During the wedding, he would receive a ceremonial sword from Gilla as a gift, and at least he would have that. Weapons were a part of him, and he took comfort in a balanced blade. He felt more comfortable fighting than joining in a conversation.
It was strange being the centre of attention, for he had two brothers and two half-brothers. As the second-born, Alarr was accustomed to being overlooked and ignored, a fact that usually allowed him to retreat into solitude and train for warfare. The intense physical exertion brought a strange sense of peace within him. While he practised with a blade, he didn’t have to compete with anyone, save himself. And now that he had earned his status as a fighter, the men respected him. No one challenged him, and he had confidence that he could win any battle he fought.
Not that Sigurd had ever noticed.
Although his father tried to behave as if they had no enemies, Alarr was no fool. There was an air of restlessness brewing among the tribes. He had visited several neighbouring jarls and had overheard the whispers of rebellion. Yet, his father did not want to believe it.
Danr shot him a sidelong grin. ‘Are you afraid of losing your innocence this night?’ With that,
