Her Fiery Viking: A Paranormal Romance: Her Viking's Desire, #1

By AJ Tipton

A thousand-year-old Viking with a curse. A feisty vixen with a fiery passion. What happens when they turn up the heat? 

A thousand years ago, Mikkel and his family were cursed. The Viking has spent all that time with a temper that gets so hot, he literally bursts into flames… and he's learned to cope with the tragedy of the results. Now he's working as a demolition specialist by day and a playboy by night, never letting anyone get too close. 

Joanna is a smart, sexy engineer who's had it with all the sexual harassment she's received on the job. When she practically explodes into Mikkel's life, the heat they feel is undeniable. But just when things begin to sizzle between them, they're faced with a challenge neither of them saw coming. Will their passion lead to blazing romance, or will they both go down in flames? 

Her Fiery Viking is a short, hot paranormal romance novella. If you like smoldering love stories you can read in a day, then you'll love AJ Tipton's standalone installment from the Her Viking's Desire series. 

Buy Her Fiery Viking to start the scorching hot romance today!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Savvy Storytelling, LLC
• Release date: May 17, 2016
• ISBN: 9781533784070

AJ Tipton

AJ Tipton is a writing team: Annie and Jess (Get it? "AJ"). Based in Brooklyn with the greatest dog in the world as our mascot, we love to create fun romances that astound, amuse and arouse. Our romances are steamy and paranormal, with strong heroes saving the day through extraordinary adventures.   Check out our FREE novella, Coaching the Bear, for a taste of what our magical worlds have to offer! We are huge proponents of informed consent, and love to wind cheeky pop culture references into our works. Let us know which ones you catch!  Please say hello! You can get in touch with us through: Email: [e-mail] Facebook: www.facebook.com/AJTiptonAuthor Twitter: twitter.com/AJTiptonAuthor Blog: ajtiptonauthor.wordpress.com  

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Her Fiery Viking

Her Fiery Viking

A Paranormal Romance

AJ Tipton

Copyright © AJ Tipton 2015-2017 The right of AJ Tipton to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 (or other similar law, depending on your country). All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise) without the prior written permission of the author, except in cases of brief quotations embodied in reviews or articles. It may not be edited, amended, lent, resold, hired out, distributed or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s written permission. Permission can be obtained from [e-mail]

This book is for sale to adult audiences only. It contains substantial sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.

This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and incidents appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, organizations, events or locales is purely coincidental.

All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older.

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The new secretary was turning out spectacularly--her fists pounded rhythmically against the top of his wide mahogany desk as he thrust into her hard from behind. The most recent in a string of secretaries--Sissy? Sally? It was something innocuous and forgettable like that--talked way too much for his taste. Mikkel resisted the overwhelming urge to roll his eyes at her breathless demands .

More! Give it to me! Oh God, harder! More! More! God! Oh yes! More! He reached forward and covered her mouth with his hand, dampening her screams before the entire office figured out what they were up to. After waiting a few more seconds for her bucking orgasm to subside, he pulled out and came onto her flawless ass. Bored, Mikkel yawned. He had heard it all before.

Taking tremendous effort to stifle the second yawn trying to force its way past his lips, Mikkel ran his fingers through his short blonde hair. Centuries of misbehaving had allowed him to enjoy women of nearly every variety--young and old, royalty and commoner. He honed his sexual prowess on priestesses and princesses, pharaohs and peasants, but for some reason he couldn't resist the indefinable allure of his company’s secretaries. It certainly didn’t hurt that these women took one good look at his chiseled features, ironclad abs, and rippling biceps and threw themselves at him.

This newest secretary--Mikkel was now nearly certain her name was Samantha--accepted the box of Kleenex he passed over as she cleaned herself up. She blinked at him rapidly with a poor approximation of a pin-up’s sultry smile plastered on her face. It would have been more effective if the rest of her expression wasn't so...vague. He helped her clean up and he guided her through the office door as quickly as he could.

That was great, Stephanie. He said, giving her a quick peck on the lips. Even Cleopatra knew to not write him back when he called her Livia. It was a really... He deliberately paused, waiting for her to expect the complement, "...special time."

The woman barely glanced at him. Mikkel couldn't help feeling slightly miffed. She'd had three orgasms--surely some reaction made sense. This chick already had her phone out and was playing a fairly intense game involving matching tiles.

She finished a level and put the phone away, glancing around, obviously waiting for something. He couldn't imagine who she was waiting for. She'd only started at Firewall Demolitions a few days ago, and she hadn't bothered to get to know anyone but him. Most of the employees had dispersed for lunch, and the hallways leading to Mikkel’s office were nearly deserted. A tall brunette man in navy plaid pants, matching suspenders, and a white button up rounded the corner of the taupe-painted hallway flipping through a stack of reports.

It’s Lizzie! she shrieked, thrilled an audience had arrived at last. She stomped her heeled foot so hard Mikkel worried about her shoe's lifespan. God, you are like the worst boss ever! she spat hatefully, pointing a meticulously-manicured nail accusingly at his face.

Sorry to break this to you sweetheart, but he’s not the boss, Nick shifted the reports into a neat stack under his arm, his light blue eyes following the red nail to Mikkel. Oh no... he chuckled, "Did you go and waste all that enthusiasm on a low level demo guy? I certainly hope he ‘gave it to you’ all right."

Jesus, Nick, ‘low level?' You cut me deep! Mikkel chuckled with mock outrage. He swiftly ducked as Lizzie’s nails raked the air where his face had just been. Thousand-year-old Viking reflexes had their uses sometimes.

YOU AREN’T THE BOSS?! Another well-clawed swipe barely missed Mikkel’s broad, muscled chest and her pink bedazzled cell phone went flying.

"Trust me, tiger, you do not have a chance with the boss, Nick said with a sly smile. He picked up the flung device and handed it over with a quick wink. He’s my husband."

Lizzie’s face turned into a mask of pure disgust as she processed this information.

Come on ‘boss man’ let’s get going to the noon meeting, eh? Nick punched Mikkel's shoulder, laughing. Lizzie's exquisite ass huffed away in the opposite direction. We mere minions would be lost without your wisdom and leadership, oh great one. They walked together through the labyrinth-like office building.

Shut the hell up Nick-erbocker. He'd once drunkenly bet Nick he could make him a new nickname every day for a full week and had won; afterwards the habit just stuck. I didn’t tell her I was the boss. But how can I deny a sweet sexy thing-- Mikkel gestured up and down, encompassing his broad shoulders, chiseled abs, and perfectly rounded ass, all of this?

Truly it would be a crime against womankind, Nick said with fake reverence, bowing his head and placing his hand on his heart. "Although, you couldn’t wait a week? Your Little Miss Claws has only been here a hot second, and I’m like 90% sure her crazy ass is going to quit or burn the place down. You know how I hate paperwork and towering infernos. Although firemen-" Nick was cut off mid-sentence by the short, greasy