He wore nothing but a leather tunic, spokein an ancient tongue . . . and he was standing in Professor Meredith Foster's living room.
The medieval historian told herself he was partof a practical joke, but with his wide gold belt, callused hands, and the rabbit roasting inher fireplace, the brawny stranger seemed so . . . authentic.
Suddenly Meredith was mesmerized by hisbronzed, muscular form, and her bodysurrendered to the fantasy that Geirolf Ericssonreally was a Viking from a thousand years ago, sent only to pleasure her. But as she tried toteach him to eat spaghetti and use a computer, she realized he knew an awful lot about thetenth century--and so little about this one.And as he helped her fulfill her grandfather'sdream of re-creating a Viking ship, he awakened her to dreams of her own.Until she wondered if the hand of fate hadthrust her into the loving arms of . . . The Last Viking.
About the Author
Sandra Hill is the author of numerous New York Times and USA Today bestselling romances. She worked for more than ten years as a features writer and education editor for publications in New Jersey and Pennsylvania. Writing about serious issues taught her the merits of seeking the lighter side of even the darkest stories. She lives with her husband and dogs in Pennsylvania.