Showing posts with label Viking romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Viking romance. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 17, 2026

Falcon of the Faroe Islands by Jennifer Ivy Walker (Spotlight, review, and GIVEAWAY) GFP 3/17/26




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Jennifer Ivy Walker





GENRE: Paranormal Historical Romance

 

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BLURB:

 

Haldor Falk, fierce warrior and powerful vitki blessed by the Goddess Freyja with the extraordinary ability to transform into a falcon, has been charged with forging Skjöld, grandson of King Harald Bluetooth, into a rugged warlord in the wild north of Norway.

 

With his acolyte’s training now complete, Haldor intends to return to the Viking stronghold of Normandy. But when a vision reveals an imminent attack on a dwarf guarding a hidden treasure trove in a secret cave, Haldor and Skjöld gain Dwarven-forged weapons and an unexpected, invaluable ally.

 

Úlvhild, a völva of formidable seiðr magic and Haldor’s lover of nearly twenty winters, foresees that the Dökkálfar Dark Elves will strike to prevent the fulfillment of a prophecy. When the Norns unveil the terrible price of her fate, Úlvhild must confront a crimson-eyed witch to save her beloved falcon and ensure that the prophesied Son of the Dragon fulfills his destined path.

 

Falcon of the Faroe Islands is the sweeping, epic conclusion to the award-winning Valiant Vikings trilogy set in tenth century Normandy.

 

A sizzling blend of historical fiction, paranormal fantasy, Norse mythology, and steamy Viking romance!

 

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EXCERPT


Tattoos in bluish black covered his rugged face, corded neck, and sinewy forearms. For the past two weeks, Skjöld had undergone the transformative ritual of fasting, isolation, and pain, as the images were carved into his skin. Blackened with ash, bone, and blood, each symbol embodied Skjöld’s ancestral heritage and Sámi spiritual power.

 

On his scarred, bearded face, a trio of droplets beneath his left eye marked the Veil of Vision with which Skjöld would attempt to wield the otherworldly gift of sight through water that he had inherited from his mother Ylva, his grandmother Lova, and his great-grandmother Sprota, a trinity of gifted Celtic priestesses from Bretagne in northwestern Francia.

 

An enormous dark blue dragon—emblem of Skjöld’s heritage as the prophesied son of the Dragon of Denmark and the Celtic priestess mother with otherworldly sight through water—covered his left shoulder and coiled around his thick neck. The fanged maw of the mammoth serpentine beast displayed a trio of Nordic runes.  Uruz, for strength; Tiwaz, for honor and valor; and Dagaz, for the transformation of Skjöld the Viking warrior into a Sámi spirit sorcerer with second sight through water.

 

Upon Skjöld’s sculpted forearms flowed long, fluid patterns of the Nordic rune Laguz, the Norse symbol for water, representing his Viking heritage.  Amidst the river of runes, Celtic triple spirals— symbolic of the trio of female ancestors who had passed their otherworldly gift of sight to Skjöld— covered his burnished skin, bronzed by the strong summer sun. Beneath the waves of runes and spirals were a trio of eyes beneath the water, evoking the Áhkká—the ancestral spirits and deities who would grant Skjöld the ability to wield his gift of sight through water.

 

After two weeks of isolation, fasting, pushing his body to the physical limits of pain and endurance, Skjöld would now face his final test—to enter the spirit world of water and wield his inherited gift to see beyond the human realm.

 

The rhythmic beat of Jaskka’s drum and the cadence of his slow, deep chant called Haldor’s attention back to the spirit leader of the Láhpi tribe. Haldor rose to his feet in solemn silence and strode toward Skjöld, who waited at the edge of the assembled tribe gathered around the fire.

 

A contradictory blend of courage and fear blazed in his fierce blue gaze.

 

 Haldor led his acolyte toward the frosty shore of the starlit fjord where the long, narrow boat that he and Skjöld had skillfully crafted from pine was waiting upon the smooth white sand. As part of Skjöld’s preparation for tonight’s ritual, the two of them had felled the tall tree, hollowing and smoothing the sturdy wood. Skjöld himself had shaped the vessel for tonight’s voyage to the spirit world by carving soft curves along the sides, like the protective waves of the sacred fjord. He’d etched Sámi sigils, Celtic symbols, and Nordic runes into the hewn wood, carving a mermaid at the prow, to symbolize his female ancestors—the Áhkká—guiding him on the monumental spiritual journey.

 

As Haldor now helped Skjöld into the vessel, he glimpsed the mermaid shimmering in the moonlight. Her long, flowing hair and slender arms blended with the curved waves along the sides of the vessel.  Intricate Celtic spirals and the Nordic rune Laguz wrapped around her limbs and elaborate tailfin, connecting her to the essence of the fjord and to Skjöld’s heritage as a spirit walker into the sacred realm of water.


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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

 

Jennifer Ivy Walker is an award-winning author of medieval Celtic, Nordic, and paranormal romance, as well as contemporary romance, historical fantasy, and WWII romantic suspense.

 

A former high school teacher and college professor of French with an MA in French literature, her novels encompass a love for French language, literature, history, and culture, including Celtic myths and legends, Norse mythology, Viking sagas, and Nordic lore.

 

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List of Books by Jennifer Ivy Walker

 

The Wild Rose and the Sea Raven

The Lady of the Mirrored Lake

The Emerald Fairy and the Dragon Knight

Winter Solstice in the Crystal Castle

A Celtic Yuletide Carol                                                                                                                  

The Witch of the Breton Woods

Flames of Flamenco

Amour in Avignon

Dragon of Denmark                                                                                                                                           

Wolf of the Nordic    Seas                                                                                                                                              

Falcon of the Faroe Islands



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My review:

3.75 stars

“Falcon of the Faroe Islands” by Jennifer Ivy Walker is the third book in the ‘Valiant Vikings’ series and features Haldor, who has been given the ability to shapeshift into a falcon, Skjöld, the male he has been tasked with mentoring, and respective females each becomes entwined with.

 

This lush adult historical paranormal Viking romance creatively portrays the struggles for supremacy by those who would rule that part of the world. The author paints very vivid word portraits of the society and its intersection with the gods that take interest in their actions and rule. I was drawn into the intrigues and harsh lifestyle and impressed with the depth of research that obviously went into the descriptions, but they became a bit repetitious after a while, and I definitely became convinced that juniper berries were used for everything! There is an odd cadence to some of the sentences for me, so it interfered with the flow of the story, and at first, I thought that Skjöld was the main character, not his mentor. The fantastical creatures that participate in the vicious struggles gave this story a unique twist, and I did enjoy the blend of paranormal and history, so I think fans of this genre will appreciate the care that went into the crafting of this story.

 

 

A copy of this story was provided for review



 

Friday, May 8, 2015

VIking for Hire by Jo Grafford (Spotlight, Excerpt, Review and GIVEAWAY) Goddess Fish Tours






by Jo Grafford

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BLURB:

Branwyn O’Tyre’s estranged brother summons her for a healing ritual. Fearing he actually plans to arrest her for witchcraft, she drinks a protection potion before he arrives.

Eirik, a Viking sea captain pretending slumber in the tavern corner, witnesses Branwyn’s magic and offers her safe passage from Exeter if she will reverse a curse that plagues him. Alas, every woman who touches him falls madly but falsely in love with him.

There’s only one hitch: If she fails, Branwyn’s heart will fall prey to the same madness...forever!

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EXCERPT

Two of the knights separated themselves from the group and rushed forward. Alas, the one on the left slipped on a puddle of ale and crashed into his comrade. Their helmets collided with a dull clanking sound that made Branwyn wince. Then they crumpled to the floor.

The Viking stranger emitted a muffled guffaw and appraised her carefully. “Methinks I can guess the nature of the potion now. Come, lass. ’Tis getting late. We’d best be on our way.” The rogue actually crooked an arm at her as if preparing for a stroll in the park.

Branwyn could only gape.

With a sigh of resignation, he reached down to clasp her hand and drew it through his arm. She gasped as a powerful awareness sizzled through her. ‘Twas sharp and immediate, stopping just sort of pain. Branwyn’s shocked gaze locked with the stranger’s. When the clarity of his blue gaze took on a slightly dazed sheen, she realized he felt it, too.

Lord help her, but she was instantly drawn to his scent — a mixture of smoke and salt and mystery — as well as his strength. The pulse of his heart, the hum of blood through his veins, the aura of power and danger surrounding him. The air around them fairly crackled with the potency of their contact as skin brushed over skin.

Alarmed, Branwyn tried to tug her hand free, but the stranger clamped his arm tighter to his side, imprisoning her. She nearly cried out from the sensations flooding her. Light. Heat. Joy.

“Pray forgive the liberties I take with ye, lass,” he muttered in her ear. His breath on her lobe brought her just shy of the point of collapsing. “I will explain as soon as we are clear of this arse.” He steered her towards the door.

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AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Jo writes high stakes romance. Her favorite books contain layers of intrigue with alpha males and strong-minded women who are willing to risk it all for love.

From St. Louis, Missouri, Jo holds an M.B.A. and has served as a banker, college finance instructor, and high school business teacher. She is a member of Romance Writers of America, From the Heart Romance Writers RWA Chapter, and the Writers Group of Ansbach/Katterbach/Illesheim.



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GIVEAWAY
(SO sorry, didn't get this posted with the rest!  Jo is very generously offering a giveaway...)

Jo Grafford will be awarding a $25 Amazon/BN GC to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour


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Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here

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3.5 out of 5 stars

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Viking For Hire by Jo Grafford is a historical fantasy romance novella that gives a glimpse of the challenges faced by Branwyn O’Tyre, who is being persecuted by her brother for the practice of witchcraft and is rescued by the irresistible Eirik, Jarl of New Dorset. This manly Viking has been cursed and Branwyn must decide whether she can trust him enough to reveal her abilities and, more importantly, whether she has enough power to protect him and his men from all of the dangers that they face.

There is a nice combination of mythology and magic in this story that provides a fun read.  I’d like to know a little more about the characters as I wasn’t quite invested in their struggle and would have liked a little more background but there is an entertaining mélange of elements that keeps the story moving along. This is a quick light read that will appeal to lovers of fantasy and Vikings.



Sunday, June 15, 2014

Heart and Angus by Anita Clenney

                            

Heart of a Highland Warrior

Blurb:

A bloodthirsty evil stalks the Connor Clan…

Brave, beautiful, and haunted by her past, demon hunter Anna MacKinley will do anything to help the Connors. Under divine orders, the headstrong warrior travels the world, slaying demons and vampires. When she stumbles upon a hidden stone fortress while searching for her clan’s lost Book of Battles, dark forces swiftly imprison her—and she discovers her cell mate is a gorgeous Scottish warrior who has no memories, but looks strikingly familiar.

And only a secret from the past can win the day…and her heart.

The warriors of the centuries-old Connor Clan search for their missing time-vault and the powerful relic within. What they find is a grave…and a kilt-clad body they fear is the long-lost Tavis Connor. But there may yet be more to the Highland warrior’s fate than a pile of bones. Desperate to save his brother and his clan’s Book of Battles from a demon hell-bent on destruction, Tavis begins a 150-year quest that will end in modern-day New York. But when he wakes, he discovers he’s the one in need of help. His only hope of rescue is a bonny lass who claims to be a warrior. A warrior waging war on demons…and his heart.



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Excerpt:
 
Anna turned to the prisoner. He sat on the stone bench, his arms shackled to the wall above him, his bare feet shackled to an iron ring in the floor. Dried blood smeared his kilt and shirt. He was unconscious, head cradled between his upraised arms and his chest. Who was he? The guards thought he was Faelan, and he did resemble him, but they were wrong.

She touched his arm, and he yanked at his chains and opened his eyes. Anna leaned back. She had no doubt he could be dangerous. 

His dark gaze locked on her, and something zinged along her nerves. “What’s your name?” she asked.

He looked disoriented, but his gaze was steady. “Faelan.”

He couldn’t be. He didn’t have Faelan’s battle marks. “What’s your last name?”

“Last?”

“Faelan what?”

He frowned and shook his head. “I don’t remember.”

Amnesia? They had beaten him so badly it was no surprise. “Where do you live?”

He closed his eyes for a moment. “I don’t know.”

“How do you know your name is Faelan?”

“That’s what they call me.”

“Hold on, I’m going to try to free you.”Anna tested the shackles and chains. They were strong. She needed something to pick the lock. Her hair clip. It had a sharp edge. She touched her head, but the clip was gone. It must have fallen out when she fought the guard. She hurried to the bars and scanned the floor of the next cell. The clip was lying in a corner. She lay on the floor and stretched out her arm. Too far. Blimey. She reached around behind her and unhooked her bra. She shrugged one shoulder free, then the other, and wiggled out of it.

The prisoner watched, his brows drawn together. If he hadn’t looked so broken, his astonishment would have been comical.

“I’m sure it isn’t the first time you’ve seen a bra.” Holding one end of the bra, she knelt and tried to snag the clip through the bars. It was sort of like fishing. It took several tries to retrieve the clip. When she got it, she scooped it up and hurried back to the man. She stuck the pointed end in the lock. She wasn’t as good at picking locks as Ronan, but she wasn’t bad. Her efforts paid off, and she heard a click as the shackle released. She opened it, and the prisoner’s arm dropped. His wrist was raw from where he’d pulled at the chains. The second shackle proved harder. Anna glanced at his face, only inches from hers. She felt a jolt of something, but decided it was sympathy or shock.

His eyes moved over her face. He frowned and shook his head.

“I’m Anna. Anna MacKinley.”

“Anna?” He said the name stiffly, but there was no doubt he was a Scot. And a warrior. Why hadn’t she seen him before? There were some smaller clans who kept to themselves. Perhaps he belonged to one of them. But it didn’t answer the question of what he was doing here and why the guards called him Faelan. A thought was forming in her head, but it was so outlandish, she didn’t give it credit.

“Do you remember how you got here?” she asked.

“No. They’ve taken my memories with their damned potions and needles.”

“An amnesia drug?”

“I don’t know. I woke once, and they were taking my blood. And I think they branded me.”

“Branded?”

“There are marks on my chest.”

Strange that he would refer to them as brands and not tattoos. Maybe they weren’t battle marks. Lots of guys had tattoos on their chests. But he didn’t remember who he was, so it was possible he didn’t remember that he was a warrior. “Can I see them again?”

He looked slightly taken aback. “Aye.” He pulled his shirt aside.

They both jumped when she touched his skin. Her fingers ran over the marks, confirming what she’d seen before. “I don’t know who you are, but you’re not Faelan.”


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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Anita Clenney writes mysteries and paranormal romantic suspense, including the bestselling Connor Clan series. Before giving herself over to the writing bug, she worked in a pickle factory, a preschool, booked shows for Aztec Fire Dancers, and has been a secretary, executive assistant, and a real estate agent. She lives with her husband and two children in suburban Virginia. To find out more, please visit her website.  Anita can also be found on Twitter @anitaclenney, and Facebook.




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