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Elli Thorson, displaced Nordic princess, was used to an occasional reminder of where she came from. But even she was surprised at the sight of the handsome if hulking man in her apartment. He said he'd come by order of her father, the king--to bring Elli home by any means possible. And though she didn't want to go, the idea of a journey with this "warrior" was strangely appealing....
Hauk FitzWyborn, the king's right-hand man, knew what His Royal Highness really wanted from his daughter--to marry the man who would be king. And that man was most assuredly not Hauk, he knew, even as he struggled to resist the beautiful princess. Still, as her loveliness reminded him, they were in California now--where even the wildest of dreams could come true....
Product Details
| ISBN-13: | 9781426862199 |
|---|---|
| Publisher: | Silhouette |
| Publication date: | 05/01/2010 |
| Series: | Viking Brides , #1 |
| Sold by: | HARLEQUIN |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 224 |
| Sales rank: | 881,902 |
| File size: | 599 KB |
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The Reluctant Princess
By Christine Rimmer
Harlequin Enterprises Ltd.
Copyright © 2003 Harlequin Enterprises Ltd.All right reserved.
ISBN: 0-373-24537-8
Chapter One
A Viking was the last thing Elli Thorson expected to find in her living room on that sunny afternoon in early May.At a few minutes after five that day, Elli parked her little silver BMW in her space behind her building and got her two bags of groceries out of the trunk.
She'd had the checker bag her purchases in paper because she was short on paper bags. Possibly, if she'd gone ahead and taken plastic, everything would have turned out differently. With plastic, she would have been carrying the bags low, by the handles. There'd have been nothing in the way of her vision. She'd have seen the Viking before she shut the door to the landing with both of them on the same side of it.
Maybe, with the door standing open, there would have been at least a chance of escaping him.
When she got up the stairs to her apartment, she was carrying the bags high in her arms, with her purse looped over her left elbow and her key ready in her right hand. Maybe if she hadn't been ready with the key - if she'd set the bags down, dug around in her purse, and opened the door before picking the bags up again ...
But she didn't set the bags down. She had her key ready. And on such small choices, the course of a life can depend.
Elli braced the right-hand bag against the door. That freed her hand just enough to work the top lock. Then, by bending her knees and twisting sideways a fraction, she was able to slip the key into the bottom lock and get it open, too. She pushed the door inward, juggling the bags back to where she had a firm grip on them from underneath.
Her apartment had a small entry area - a square of floor, really - between the living room and the kitchen. Elli spun over the threshold. A quick nudge of her heel as she turned to the right and the door swung shut and latched. Her cute little butcher-block kitchen table was right there. She slid the bags onto it.
"Ta-da!" With a flourish, she dropped her keys and purse beside the bags and spun back toward the living area.
That was when she saw him.
He stood in her living room. A man dressed all in black - black slacks, black boots, muscle-hugging black T-shirt. He was blond and scarred and stone-faced - and big. Very, very big.
Elli was no midget herself. She stood five-eleven in bare feet. But this man topped her by several inches. And all of him was broad and hard and thick with muscle. The sheer size of him was scary, even if he hadn't been standing right there in the middle of her living room, uninvited, unexpected and unwelcome in the extreme.
The sight of him so shocked her that she jumped back and let out a shriek.
The man, gazing so calmly at her through piercing gray-blue eyes, fisted a hand and laid it on his chest, right over his heart. "Princess Elli, I bring greetings from your father, King Osrik of Gullandria." His voice was deep and sonorous, his tone grave.
It was then, when he called her Princess Elli, that she realized he was, in reality, a Viking and not some buff burglar she'd just caught in the act. He was a Viking because that was what they were, essentially - the people of Gullandria.
Gullandria. Though Elli had been born there, the place had always seemed to her like something from a fairy tale, a barely remembered bedtime story told to her by her mother.
But Gullandria was real enough. It was an island shaped roughly like a heart that could be found between the Shetlands and Norway, in the Norwegian Sea - a tiny pocket of the world where the ways of the legendary Norsemen still held sway.
Elli's mother, Ingrid Freyasdahl, had been eighteen when she married Osrik Thorson, who shortly thereafter became king of that land. Five years later, Ingrid left the king forever, taking her tiny triplet daughters and returning to California where she'd been born and raised. It had been a big scandal at the time - and now and then the old story still cropped up in tabloid magazines. In those magazines, her mother was always referred to as the Runaway Gullandrian Queen.
Elli's heart was beating way too fast. So what if her father had sent this man? She had no memory of her father. She knew only what her mother had told her and what she'd read in those occasional absurd scandal-sheet exposés. Osrik Thorson seemed no more real to her than the mythical-sounding country where he ruled.
She demanded, "How did you get in here?"
The intruder opened his fist and extended his massive hand, palm out, in a salute. Tattooed in the heart of that hand was a gold-and-blue lightning bolt. "Hauk FitzWyborn, the king's warrior, bloodsworn to your father, His Majesty, King Osrik of the House of Thor. I am at your service, Princess."
She resisted the urge to shrink back from that giant hand and boldly taunted, "Was that my question? I don't think that was my question."
The huge man looked somewhat pained. "It seemed wiser, Your Highness, to be waiting for you inside."
"Wiser than knocking on my door like any normal, civilized human being?"
In answer to that, she got a fractional nod of his big blond head.
"Here in America, what you did is called breaking and entering. What's wise about that?"
This time the fractional move was a shrug.
Elli's mind raced. She felt threatened, boxed in - and at the same time determined that this oversize interloper would not see her fear.
She looked at him sideways. "You said you were at my service."
"I am bloodsworn to your father. That means I serve you, as well."
"Great. To serve me best, you can get out of my apartment."
He had those bulging, tendon-ridged arms crossed over that enormous chest and he didn't look as if he was going anywhere. He said, "Your father wishes your presence at court. He wishes to see you, to speak with you. He has ... important matters to discuss with you."
This was all so insulting. Elli felt her cheeks burning. "My father has made zero effort over the years to get in touch with me. What is so important that I have to drop everything and rush to see him now?"
"Allow me to take you to him. His Majesty will explain all."
(Continues...)
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