Andrea and Cnut weren’t sure where they would be living. She’d quit her job, figuring she could work on her cookbook, or not. She had all the time in the world to decide. Literally.
They’d decided not to go anywhere for their honeymoon, but would be staying in her Philly apartment. They’d both had enough of travel for the moment. Besides, there was nothing he could do in the Bahamas that he couldn’t do in the City of Brotherly Love, Cnut told her with a wicked Viking gleam in his eyes.
They’d already made love once at a rest stop between the city and Transylvania, between their two weddings. They could barely make it back to her apartment later that night. In fact, Cnut took her against the closed door with her gown hiked up around her waist.
“Have I told about a new sex spot I heard about? It’s called an Angel’s Kiss.”
“That’s nothing,” she said (although she really didn’t mean it, it was definitely something!). “I read somewhere that if a woman eats enough peppermint sticks, she will taste like peppermint . . . you know . . . down there.”
Sometimes life was good for a vangel, Cnut decided later.
And for his mate, Andrea agreed.
And the story continues . . .
In a place, far, far way, deep inside a hidden cave, Zebulan the Hebrew lay stretched out on a rack, hunks of his flesh hanging here and there from the metal flails of the whips. He had no toenails or fingernails. One eye was swollen shut.
And Jasper gloated with glee. “Suffer, Zeb. See how I repay those who betray me. And no one cares about your fate. Except for Satan, the master, who is taking a special interest in you. Do you hear me? No one in your human or vangel world is going to rescue you. You are mine for all eternity.”
Reader Letter
Dear Readers:
Whew! Seven Deadly Angels books! Never thought that would happen. And now that all seven Sigurdsson brothers have had their stories told, what next? Well, if you’ve read to end of The Angel Wore Fangs, you’ll know that there has to be a story for Zebulan the Hebrew. And there will be. It’s titled Good Vampires Go to Heaven. And that one’s got to be the best of all. A tortured hero with a sense of humor deserves no less. And after that, who knows? Maybe there will be some others.
On the other hand, there are still more Viking historicals to be written. Tykir’s two other sons. Alrek the Clumsy Viking. Jamie the Scots Viking. And then there are those Viking Navy SEALs Jam and Slick and Geek. And don’t forget Tante Lulu, who can’t keep her busybody Cajun mouth shut for long. So many choices!
I have a long backlist of books available now in both print and e-book, and even audio, formats. Sometimes there are huge bargains for them, especially in bundles. Check the online bookstores and my website occasionally for details. Or sign up for my newsletter, which only goes out a few times a year, I promise. I can be reached from my website at www.sandrahill.net or my Facebook page at SandraHillAuthor.
As a side note, The Angel Wore Fangs is the first of my Deadly Angels books that turned into a time travel, which prompts the question: How could a modern person understand the language spoken more than a thousand years ago? We all know from Canterbury Tales and such literature that medieval English is almost incomprehensible to the contemporary reader. Add to that the fact that Andrea, in my story, would be in a country that spoke Old Norse, not to be confused with modern Norwegian. In fact, the closest we have today to Old Norse is Icelandic.
Well, here’s one explanation. Old Norse and Saxon English were similar. They shared many of the same words. Thus, they were able to communicate with each other, at least on a basic level. For example, these are some words that could be equally understood: anger (angr), cake (kaka), club (klubba), fog (fok), give (gefa), and outlaw (utlag). In fact, many of the concepts and terms in today’s English and American legal systems came from the Vikings. No kidding! But that’s another story.
As always, I love to hear from you readers. Wishing you smiles in your reading, and in your life. Until the next book . . .
Sandra Hill
Glossary
A-Viking—A Norse practice of sailing away to other countries for the purpose of looting, settlement, or mere adventure; could be for a period of several months or years at a time.
Aioli—A Provençal sauce made with garlic, olive oil, egg yolks, and seasoning, similar to mayonnaise.
Birka—Viking era market town located where Sweden is today.
Braies—Slim pants worn by men.
Burqa—Enveloping outer garment worn by women in some Islamic traditions to cover their bodies when in public.
Cassoulet—A rich, slow-cooked casserole containing meat and white beans.