Viking
Warrior Rising
Viking Warriors, #1
by Asa Maria
Bradley
Pubdate: October
6th, 2015
ISBN: 9781492601968
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This November Asa
Maria Bradley releases the first in her exciting new Viking Warriors
series, Viking Warrior Rising! To celebrate, Asa’s here to play a game
of Marry, Kiss, Kill with three names we provided. For this round we gave her Dean
Winchester of "Supernatural", Angel of "Buffy the Vampire
Slayer", Ricky Ricardo of "I Love Lucy".
I'd
choose Gideon Cross as my husband, because he's so intense and so damaged.
Plus, there are all these rumors that Henry Cavill will play him in the TV
version. I love, love, love HC! That makes it hard to choose between Christian
and Kellan for kissing or killing. In the end, it's the bad boy musician that
wins a make-out session. I'm very sorry, Mr. Grey, that means you will have to perish. No hard
feelings.
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Immortal Vikings are among us
Leif Skarsganger and his elite band of immortal warriors
have been charged to protect humanity from the evil Norse god Loki.
Under attack from Loki’s minions, Leif is shocked to
encounter a dark-haired beauty who fights like a warrior herself. Wounded and
feverish, the Viking kisses her, inadvertently triggering an ancient Norse
bond. But when Naya Brisbane breaks away and disappears before the bond is
completed, Leif’s warrior spirit goes berserk. If Leif doesn’t find her fast,
he’s going to lose himself to permanent battle fury.
But Naya doesn’t want to be found...and he’ll do anything to
find her. Because they’re both running out of time.
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An Excerpt:
Leif strode toward her, stopping a few paces away, concern on his
face. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” she croaked. The air between them crackled, making the
hairs on her arms stand up. Was she the only one feeling this?
He took a step closer and cupped her cheek in his palm. “Are you
sure? You look a little pale.”
She resisted the urge to rest her head in his hand. “No, I’m
fine.” She took a step back.
He frowned.
“We found one more bug in the game room.” Her voice sounded rough.
“Ulf told me.” He stepped toward her, eyes blazing.
“We’re working on the computers tomorrow,” she whispered, taking
another step back. He crowded her. His body heat confused her, making her want
impossible things. She cleared her throat. “It shouldn’t take us long to
improve your firewall and install a few security checks.”
Leif watched her silently.
“You want to sit down?” She gestured toward the arm chairs.
“Sure,” he said, but didn’t move.
Naya had to step around him. Her skin sizzled when her arm
accidently brushed against his. Relieved, she sank down in one of the blue
chairs. A small table created a barrier between her and Leif. “So,” she said.
“You were going to explain what makes you different from regular humans.”
He sat down in the empty chair, elbows on knees, studying his
clasped hands. After a few moments he tilted his head and looked at her. “I’ll
try to answer all of your questions, but some of this may sound a little
crazy.”
“I’ll keep an open mind.”
Leif’s eyes met hers. Whatever he saw in them seemed to satisfy
him. “I died in 1050.” He paused, watching her reaction.
Naya kept her gasp from escaping and instead nodded encouragingly.
“In the Norse culture, warriors who die in battle or die a heroic
violent death are sent to live with the gods in Asgard. The men spend their
time training in Valhalla with Odin. The women are schooled by Freya.”
Naya’s mind reeled. What he described didn’t seem possible, but he
was so sincere. Obviously he believed his story to be true. “I thought there
were only male warriors in the Nordic tradition.”
“Most stories are based on the old Icelandic sagas. They describe
Valkyries as leading the men to Valhalla.”
“And that’s not the way it is?”
Leif smiled. “The sagas were all written by men long after the
Viking age ended. They didn’t know what happened in Freya’s meadow and took
some poetic license.”
“So, typically male, instead of just saying ‘I don’t know,’ you make
up shit instead.”
He smiled, his dimples stealing her breath. Again.
She looked away. “So, this place where the gods live, this is the
Nordic heaven?”
“Not exactly. It’s the warriors’ reward for dying an honorable
death. They are allowed to live on, to fight again.” He studied his hands. “I
don’t remember much of Valhalla. Time flows differently there. All my memories
run together as if they happened the same week.”
She looked up to find him watching her. “I’m sorry, I’m trying to
follow what you’re saying. But—”
“It is a little crazy?” He smiled.
“A little.” A lot.
“Is it any crazier than being abducted and kept in a camp? Any
crazier than enhancement injections?”
“Touché.”
About the Author:
Asa Maria Bradley
grew up in Sweden surrounded by archaeology and history steeped in Norse
mythology, which inspired the immortal Viking and Valkyries in the Viking
Warriors series. She came to the U.S. as a high school exchange student and
liked it so much she never returned home. Asa holds an MFA in creative writing
and an MS in Medical Physics. She lives on a lake deep in the pine forests of
the Pacific Northwest with her British husband and a rescue dog of
indeterminate breed. Visit her at www.AsaMariaBradley.com.
Thanks for featuring me!
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