Tuesday, April 07, 2015

Welcome Kim Kasch & The Viking Princess

Today it's my pleasure to share the latest by Kim Kasch! 

Hi everyone! Kim Kasch here. I'm a new romance writer and just wanted to take a minute to introduce myself by telling you a little bit about me. 

I've always loved books. . .maybe partly because I never got to pick the t.v. shows we watched. You see, I grew up in a family with 9 kids and 1 t.v.  So I spent my days reading and, later, writing. 

My favorite romance novels are The Hunger Games, the Twilight Books, and The Fifty Shades books. I guess I love series. Oh and Mary Janice Davidson’s books and Charlaine Harris’s books, and…I could go on and on but I also really love paranormal, Horror and even light little books like Dewey the Small Town Library Cat... Mainly, I just love to read. . . and write. And, I've just recently had my first novel published and was looking for ways to share it with the world when Sandra popped into the picture. 

I was inspired to write THE VIKING PRINCESS after visiting Hamlet's Castle and seeing an enormous Viking statue down in the tunnels next to the dungeons. 

THE VIKING PRINCESS is the story of legendary Viking, Holger Danske, and his forbidden romance with King Arthur’s half-sister. This tale has never been told outside of Denmark...until now. 
Morgaine and Holger faced an attraction more powerful than any sword, stronger than any warrior and more magical than all the powers of Merlin.

He laughed at her, making her senses bristle.
She was not amused. “Am I humorous?”
“I have heard you are many things,” he replied, “but humor has never been cited as one of your virtues.” 
“First you laugh at me, and then you belittle me. Is this the way you treat all women?” 
He pulled back on the reins. His horse slid to an immediate standstill. Then, burying his face into her hair, he whispered in her ear, “I have shown enormous restraint. Would you like me to show you how I treat all women?” 
The burning ember inside her flared to a flame. The muscles low in her belly tightened, as she clenched her legs tighter, wrapping them around his steed. Sucking air into her lungs, she felt the immediate pulse of desire race through the core of her body. She wanted to reach back over her head and wrap her arms around his neck, to pull him even closer. 
It was all she could do to hold her tongue and keep from begging him, when all she wanted to say was, “Yes, yes, please show me.” 
Her body motionless, she could feel the warmth of him as his hands grew bold, slipping beneath the soft linens covering her, his fingers gently gliding up over her stomach, travelling beneath her breasts and edging up… 
A voice whispered inside her head. What are you doing? This man is your enemy. He intends to kill you, your brother, everyone you love… 
She grabbed his wrists, holding him still and steady. “You have caught me, kidnapped me, and dragged me here. I may be your prisoner, but do not think that I am interested in your advances.” 
His body tensed and he pulled back his hands, gripping her firmly about the waist. “I, Holger, the prince over all the Norse lands, have never had a woman decline the privilege of being my lover.” 
“Prince or pauper, it matters not to me what rank you hold, for I, too, am highborn and accustomed to many privileges,” she snapped back, unwilling to let him bask in his own conceit. “And being your lover is not a privilege I would prize.” 
“Perhaps,” he said, softening his touch. Slowly he ran his finger down the length of her neck, taunting her. “But are you accustomed to this?” He swung her around to face him; his mouth moved to her neck, gently caressing her throat with his lips and tongue. 
The warrior with the devil’s horns was surprisingly gentle and tender with his affections. Morgaine could not contain her pleasure. A small sigh moved up from her throat, over her lips, unexpectedly escaping into the night air. “This is nothing,” he whispered against her flesh, his hand moving down over her navel. Travelling to the valley between her thighs, he pressed his fingers into her apex and she gasped at his touch. 
He pulled his hand back. “After your shrill tongue and insults, the next time you will have to beg for my attentions.” 
His tone shocked her back into the present. No man had ever spoken to her in this manner. He had no idea of her power. She was not some peasant he could toy with. Morgaine Le Fey was a princess, the sister of King Arthur. It was her turn to laugh…and it came out of her loud and hard. He must not know of her talents. She was the most powerful sorceress in Camelot and perhaps a dozen other kingdoms. 
“Me? Beg? To think you will ever witness such an act from me,” she started to say but then shook her head and continued, “You must be more than foolish.” 
“We will see,” he said, sounding more arrogant and insolent than ever. 
“Yes, we shall see,” she replied, as he gave his horse a nudge and they continued riding.

Kim Kasch grew up in a family with nine kids. She graduated from Portland State University with a B.S. in psychology and has written dozens of articles for publications like romantic homes, Our Family, bird & blooms and more. 

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