Viking King (The MacLomain Series: Viking Ancestors, Book 1) Read Online Free PDF

‘heard’ the Viking’s name on the wind. Heck, when she even thought about him.
    A faceless man.
    It was almost as if she had forgotten about someone she’d been in love with and was only just remembering him. The bouts of arousal were intense but the growing sense of heartache more so. She didn’t get emotional often if ever so what Sean saw last night in the garage was a rarity. But in her defense, all that had been happening was getting to be a bit too much.
    And if she was going to be truthful with herself, that her ex had bought a house across the bay didn’t help things any. Getting as far away from Nathan as she could was a good move. But now he was close again. That definitely threw her off kilter. Add the manuscript and Naðr to the whole mix and forget it; she was working hard to keep  mentally stable.
    In record time she’d showered, pulled on jeans, a white turtleneck sweater, practical boots and headed downstairs. The smell of bacon already wafted through the house, a cozy addition to the pinks and purples of the sun cresting the bay. Guardian bounded over and danced around her as she accepted a steaming hot mug of black coffee from Amber.
    “Morning, sister,” Veronica said from behind her newspaper.
    Megan shook her head and slid onto a barstool at the kitchen island. “Wow, you’re both up. Amazing.”
    “How could anybody sleep in this house last night?” Veronica lowered the paper and rolled her eyes before sipping coffee.
    “Say no more,” Megan murmured into her coffee mug.
    Amber issued a wide, toothy grin. “Not my fault Megan’s million dollar house doesn’t have sound proof walls.”
    “Like I said, say no more,” Megan reminded then gave Amber a pointed look. “There’s a loft above the garage. If you and Sean are keeping Veronica up all night, consider it yours this visit.”
    Amber scrunched her nose. “It’s drafty and smells like the stuff you use to tarnish your boat.”
    “Varnish.”
    “Whatever.”
    Megan arched one brow while lowering the other, a look that no sister dare challenge. “If you’re set on being inconsiderate then that’s your new home away from home, Little Dove.”
    “When you whip out that nickname you’ve got me by the throat.” Amber hung her head then continued cooking. “Done. I’ll take the loft.”
    Veronica smirked then hid behind the newspaper again. The three of them were settling into being around one another as easily as they always did.
    “I’m not used to seeing you read the newspaper,” Megan commented to Veronica.
    Veronica shrugged one borderline bony shoulder, folded the newspaper and set it aside. “Oh, just catching up on the local news.”
    Megan hadn’t been so successful for no good reason. A bit of the ‘old her’ kicked in as her eyes flickered between the two. Amber was flipping the pancakes before the batter bubbled and Veronica’s OCD, obsessive compulsive disorder , was lacking in her not-quite-perfect folding of the paper.
    They were hiding something and she’d bet it had to do with what Veronica had been reading. Megan stood and wiggled her fingers at her sister. “Give me the newspaper.”
    Veronica breathed heavily through her nose. “Bad idea, sis. Why not do breakfast first?”
    “Newspaper.” Megan nodded at it. “Now.”
    “Hell,” Amber said and shut off the griddle.
    Megan took the paper from Veronica. No need to flip it open. Everything she needed to see was right there on the front page. Nathan shaking hands with who-the-heck-ever. The caption above it read… “Local billionaire buys Winter Harbor oceanfront property.”
    She’d no sooner released a steady stream of curses when a knock came at the front door and Guardian started barking. Tongue in cheek, furious, Megan strode down the hallway fully expecting to see Mema Angie. A dear friend eager to explain what was going on and how they might fight it. Yet when she swung open the door, ready to vent on someone who would sooth her