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Her Rock Hard Viking: A Paranormal Romance: Her Viking's Desire, #4
Her Rock Hard Viking: A Paranormal Romance: Her Viking's Desire, #4
Her Rock Hard Viking: A Paranormal Romance: Her Viking's Desire, #4
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Her Rock Hard Viking: A Paranormal Romance: Her Viking's Desire, #4

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ATTENTION READERS: This is a sexy SHORT novella. Bite sized for your reading pleasure. 

A once-proud Viking stripped of his humanity. A botanist racing against the clock to save a life. Can these two unravel an ancient secret before time runs out?

Over a thousand years ago, Carr and his Viking brothers were cursed. Carr has spent over a thousand years punished to exist as the very island he once invaded. Driven near to madness from isolation, everything changes when a gorgeous woman parachutes into his life.

Becca never thought to pack lingerie for this trip. She's a botanist desperately hunting for a last-ditch miracle cure for her dying nephew. The clock is running out when she realizes the island is more than it seems. What's a woman to do when she discovers her remote island is actually an extremely passionate Viking? 

Go with it.

Her Rock Hard Viking is a short, hot paranormal romance novella. If you like smoldering love stories with some rocky twists, then you'll love this standalone installment from the Her Viking's Desire series. 

Buy Her Rock Hard Viking to feel the earth move today!

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJun 10, 2016
ISBN9781533711755
Her Rock Hard Viking: A Paranormal Romance: Her Viking's Desire, #4
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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: ajtiptonauthor@gmail.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/AJTiptonAuthor Twitter: twitter.com/AJTiptonAuthor Blog: ajtiptonauthor.wordpress.com  

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    Her Rock Hard Viking - AJ Tipton

    Her Rock Hard Viking

    Her Rock Hard 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 a.j.tipton.author@gmail.com

    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.

    Cover art photos provided by BigStock.com, Morgue Files, Flickr.com, and Upsplash.com. Graphic Design by Chameleonstudio74.

    Becca didn't notice she was screaming until she gagged on a bug. Spitting and choking, she braced against the intense rush of air billowing around her as she plummeted towards the island .

    Oh god, oh god, oh god, Becca panted. I'm not trained for this!

    Parachuting out of a helicopter seemed like such a good idea on paper. Terror tightened its grip around her throat as her destination--the small Scottish island, a mere dot at this altitude--weaved back and forth beneath her dangling feet.

    Time seemed to slow. Each second felt like an eternity. The rocky green dot grew as she descended.

    Images of broken limbs and snapped spines flashed through her mind. She tried not to imagine herself crawling out of the surf with broken legs, unable to search for the sanare. All she had done to get this far would be for nothing.

    Just remember, don't panic. Lola's words shouted from the cockpit just before Becca moved to leap out the helicopter echoed like a mocking tune in Becca's mind.

    Don't worry, I'm not the panicking sort, Becca had said, her hands on her hips in what her leadership books called a power pose. The gesture was supposed to increase confidence, but the shaking in Becca's knees showed how little it was working.

    Sure, honey. Lola's raised eyebrow above her flashing violet eyes quite eloquently expressed how seriously she took Becca's posturing. Lola's bright red lips curled up in a familiar all-knowing smile. Safe landing, were the last words Becca heard before she forced her feet to jump out of the helicopter.

    Don't panic, don't panic, don't panic. The words became a chanting mantra in Becca's head. Lola's advice really wasn't working.

    Oh god, oh god, oh god, Apparently I'm the panicking sort after all, she thought. An especially strong gust of wind blew Becca off course, and she bit back another scream. She'd only been falling for a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity.

    The parachute’s harness was clipped in so tightly around her shoulders, the buckles dug into her armpits. If it wasn't for the air rushing past her face, she could have imagined she was floating, but it was hard to forget the plummeting of it all when the tiny island target seemed to purposefully dodge out of her way.

    Just remember, don't panic. Lola's husky voice might as well be coming from right next to her. Becca could have sworn--even in the midst of the whipping wind--she could feel the warmth of Lola's breath on her ear.

    Shut up, Lola, Becca said toward the departing helicopter.

    She could hear Lola's chuckle like the woman was floating next to her in the air. The helicopter was a small orange dot vanishing into the clouds. Watch out for puffin poop, Becca heard Lola's voice whisper before it faded away.

    The helicopter was gone, along with Lola and her ghostly presence.

    Becca didn't know whether to feel relieved or not. Lola was a good friend, an amazing bartender, and a decent pilot, but she was also more than a little terrifying.

    Becca was on her own.

    When am I supposed to pull the chute? Becca couldn't remember. Ten seconds? Thirty seconds? Sixty seconds? The downside of conducting a probably-illegal search for a probably-mythical plant--It's real! She told the doubting voice in her head for the hundredth time--was she didn’t have the luxury of a tandem instructor with her for her first jump. If she screwed this up, she'd be dead.

    But if she didn't find that sanare, someone far more precious would be dead.

    The island was getting closer. It was shaped like some enormous hand had pulled it off the side of a mountain and placed it in the middle of the ocean. One side of the island was flanked by high cliffs of jagged black rock, and the rest of the island gradually sloped down from the cliffs, covered with trees and dotted with boulders and tiny peaks. A flash of silver between the trees hinted at a river or a lake weaving through the forest. At the far end of the island, at the bottom of the slope, a beach curved around like a giant sandy smile.

    Becca had spent hours reading about the island in the old diary and what

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