Saturday 14 September 2019

Forgotten Sons Series Tour and Giveaway!

Kept by the Viking
Forgotten Sons Book 1
by Gina Conkle
Genre: Historical Viking Romance

Loyalty to the Brotherhood comes before all. Including women.

Formidable Viking leader Rurik knows the law. His loyalty to the Forgotten Sons is his bond, and no woman will threaten what he’s built from the ground up. But the Sons are a roving band of Vikings, and Rurik is growing restless—so when Normandy’s chieftain offers land, the proposal intrigues him. And the sultry Parisian thrall he finds in his tent intrigues him even more…

Safira is cunning and clever and full of secrets. Rurik’s men have no interest in securing her safe passage home, but, piqued with lust, Rurik views Safira’s wiles as a captivating challenge—one he’s determined to conquer, even if lying with her is as defiant as it is inevitable.

Traveling with Safira has been a fantasy come true—what started as lust is quickly turning to the kind of partnership Rurik could never have dreamed. But their arrival in foreign lands marks a new chapter, one that demands a Viking wife. With impossible decisions to be made, Rurik’s alliances are fraying, and past promises may not be enough to save him from having to betray those he’s sworn loyalty to—including Safira.

This book is approximately 83,000 words

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Thick smoke floated sylph-like and mysterious between them. She could almost picture Rurik at her father’s table, but a light breeze cleared the air and the gleaming sword and battle-gouged shield on the ground beside him ruined the image.
Brows furrowing, she knotted the leather bag. “You would have me believe you meant to give the woman your coins? Out of the goodness of your heart?”
“Which one is harder to believe? That there is goodness in my heart? Or that I gave coins to an old woman?” His smile was heart-melting. “Women usually like me.”
“Is that before or after you burn down their house?”
Laughter rolled up his chest. “Depends on the woman. Some, I protect. Some, I steal their gold.” His smile curved higher on one side. “Some, I steal their secrets.”
Ohhhh... A dangerous spangle warmed her inner thighs. With his rough good looks and quiet quality, it was easy to believe women sought the Viking leader for safety and for sex. She set the pouch in the grass and pulled her cloak tighter. Rurik was toying with her. She should have a care. He was older than the rest of his men and by sheer fact of survival, likely smarter. It would not do to underestimate him.
“Stopping so soon?” Rurik nodded at the untouched bags. “What about those?”
“I don’t know...”
“Afraid of what you’ll find?” he taunted.
“Nothing about you frightens me, Viking.” She licked her lips, unable to name the turmoil spinning inside her.
What if she uncovered pleasant things? Likable things. Her mind had neatly placed Rurik on a shelf labeled Pagan. Violence, cruelty, and death cluttered there. But the man beside her brought to light new, fascinating words such as orderly, kind, and—heaven help her—sensual.
“They’re small leather pouches,” he said dryly, his smile fading. “And you are afraid.”

Her Viking Warrior
Forgotten Sons Book 2

When an outcast goes home and meets a woman seeking justice, hearts will clash…

Eighteen years ago, Bjorn was exiled from Vellefold. Honor-bound to return, he’ll fight for the settlement…then walk away. First, he must work with his childhood friend, now a beautiful, high-ranking Viking lady.

Fierce of spirit, Ilsa will do anything to save her people, including convincing the banished son to take the jarl’s seat. But she has her doubts about the stone-hearted Viking, despite the lust between them. It’s only a matter of time before Bjorn discovers that Ilsa is hiding dangerous secrets, secrets that may jeopardize all they’ve worked for.

When the darkest hour comes, the once-rejected warrior must choose: rescue his men, the Forgotten Sons—or Ilsa, the woman he craves, body and soul.

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Ilsa poured amber mead to the brim, gold sparkling against her neck where taut skin covered symmetrical bones like silk pulled tightly over a frame. Her chore done, she set down the pitcher with a firm clunk.
“You know, you weren’t my first choice, but I’m here because I gave an oath to find you.”
Her smoky voice was…different. Testy. Perhaps tired.
He shifted on the bench. “Your choice for what?”
“To save Vellefold.”
“You need saving?”
“I don’t. Vellefold does. We were raided last spring. Twice.”
He whistled softly. Definitely testy. “Things have changed.”
His father’s iron rule must be weakening. No one had dared raid Jarl Egil’s settlement. Ever.
“Now you understand why we need you.”
Forearm planted on the table, he smiled coolly. “We, is it? Then you do need me.”
She bristled at the distinction and sipped her drink. It was a small point to make. A bigger one was coming because Justice looked kindly on him today. Yes, he and Ilsa had been friends once, but they were closer to enemies now. He could live with that. By the impatient twist of her fair mouth, she could too.
Does she really think I’ll run back to Vellefold? After all these years?

Gina's fate was sealed when her mom read 'The Highwayman' for a bedtime story. She was five years old at the time, but from then on, Gina was doomed to love history and romance.

Some days she pens sparkling Georgian romance. Other days, she writes evocative Viking romance full of heat and adventure. Gina spent most of her life in southern California but now lives in Michigan with her husband where snow days are perfect for reading and writing. Her books have won awards and garnered critical acclaim. Poke around her website and you'll run across those accolades.

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