A Tale Of Two Vikings books

Sandra Hill

The whistling was mediocre; the arse was magnificent. Well, son of a sword! I think I have died and gone to Asgard…or is it heaven? Have I sunk so low that I now lust after a nun? Pitiful…I have become pitiful. But not in a million years would Toste inform Lady Esme—or Sister Esme—or Eat-me (don’...