(Valiant Vikings Book 2)
By Jennifer Ivy Walker
Valiant Vikings
Book 2
Publisher: Green Mermaid Publications
Print Length: 357 Pages
Genre: Historical Romance / Norse Mythology / Fantasy
Named after the Norse God of the Sea, Njörd grew up sailing, swimming,
and fishing the fjords of Norway. Endowed with extraordinary senses, speed, and
strength, he became known as Wolf of the Nordic Seas, leading lucrative Viking
raids from the Baltic shores to the Black and Caspian Seas. When a Viking völva
foretells his future through a seidr vision, Njörd learns that his fate and his
mate—the siren with the sea goddess eyes—lie on the alabaster coast of Normandy
in the distant Land of the White Chalk Cliffs.
Elfi Thorfinnsdóttir is a skilled shieldmaiden who seeks vengeance
against the ruthless Frankish count who killed her brother and abducted her
father in an attempt to seize her clifftop castle. But rather that submit to
the count’s relentless demand for her hand in marriage, Elfi allies with
Richard the Fearless—the Viking Duke of Normandy— and the Danish Jarl of Ribe
known as the Wolf of the Nordic Seas.
As Elfi and Njörd discover startling secrets about their respective
pasts, they find that the three Norns have entwined the threads of their fates
not just as political allies, but as mates destined to fulfill a divine
prophecy.
Wolf of the Nordic Seas— book 2 of the Valiant Vikings series set in
tenth century Normandy— is a sizzling, scintillating blend of historical
fiction, Norse mythology, paranormal fantasy, and steamy Viking romance!
Praise:
“This thrilling tale promises to sweep readers off their feet and take
them on an unforgettable journey into the heart of Viking lore.” Five Stars Yarde Book Promotions
“…Walker's textured history and atmosphere, whether it is a sacred grove
or ethereal caves, create a world that feels both mystical and real, pulling
readers into another unforgettable journey. Very highly recommended.”
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Author Bio:
Jennifer Ivy Walker
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
From the oceanfront
cliff upon which le Château Blanc had been built, the grassy hill sloped
at a steep, steady incline down to the flat, sandy beach two hundred feet
below. Elfi descended the path, escorted
by two of her father’s castle guards.
When she arrived upon
the shore, a beaming Richard—accompanied by a buoyant Bjarke and the
bearded brute in white wolfskin that she had seen from her bedroom window—strode
briskly across the sand to greet her.
“Lady Elfi of Étretat, may I present your betrothed, Njörd Ívarrsson.
The Danish jarl of Ribe.”
Elfi shivered as the
mammoth Viking took her hand and lowered his massive head, brushing bristled
lips across her sensitive skin while the lupine eyes of the wolfskin observed
her with a lurid, otherworldly glow.
Gilded by the golden
sun, Njörd’s thick chestnut hair gleamed, radiating the salty scent of the sea.
“I am honored to meet you, Elfi of Étretat.”
A current flowed up Elfi’s arm at his unsettling touch.
“Ribe is a vital Viking
trade center on the western shores of the North Sea,” Richard continued,
oblivious to Elfi’s distress. “Njörd is
known throughout Denmark as Wolf of the Nordic Seas.” The deep timbre of
Jarl Rikard’s voice magnified the menace of the name. And the thick white fur
and haunting eyes of the monstrous wolfskin further intensified her unease.
Njörd rose to his full, towering height—still
clutching Elfi’s trembling hand.
She looked up into his
deep blue eyes, caught in the maelstrom of his mesmerizing gaze. An
inexplicable, immutable bond linked her soul to the Wolf of the Nordic Seas.
Mouth parched, heart racing, Elfi’s unsteady legs shook under her grey woolen
gown.
“On behalf of Harald
Bluetooth, King of Norway and Denmark,” Njörd boomed, his thunderous voice
crashing over her like tumultuous waves against the craggy cliff, “I offer a
formidable Viking army of a thousand valiant warriors.” He swept a majestic,
wolfskin-clad arm across the horde of men hauling the flat-bottom dragon ships
up onto the shore. “And a fearsome fleet of drakkar and skeid
warships to defend le Château Blanc.”
Gallantly folding his white lupine cloak across his expansive,
armored chest, he bent at the waist, honoring Elfi with a reverent bow. “A
regal bride price for your prized hand in marriage. A royal gift from my
magnanimous king to bless our Yuletide wedding.”
While Elfi stood
speechless, overwhelmed by the size, sight, and scent of her betrothed, Njörd
bellowed to the boisterous, busy army who worked efficiently and tirelessly to
secure the Danish fleet. “Vikings of Denmark!”
A collective hush
settled over the shore where gentle waves of the Narrow Sea lapped at the soft
white sand.
“Pay homage to my
betrothed. Châtelaine of le
Château Blanc. Lady Elfi Thorfinnsdóttir.
Heiress of Étretat.”
Hundreds of humble heads
bowed before her, fixing her with fascinated, curious stares.
Elfi inhaled deeply to
regain her composure. Shoulders back, standing tall, she greeted the men who
would fortify the castle, salvage the autumn harvest, and protect the Pays
de Caux. “I bid you all welcome and thank you for coming to our aid. Le
Château Blanc will be well defended against future attacks by the Frankish
Count of Soissons!”
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