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From bestselling author, L.A. Sartor
Abigail Carswell is an adventure junkie, willing to take risks and thwart death to find the unfindable. But her need for the rush of the hunt is wearing thin on those who love her. Specifically her fiancé, Hermann Weiss, who loves the hunt as well, but as an engineer, does his best to not get into situations he can't engineer himself out of. The opposite of Abby who flies by the seat of her pants.
They are joined on this adventure by her twin Victoria Carswell Hunter and her brand new husband, Reid Hunter, total opposites as well, who met in the Yucatan while searching for the Stone of Heaven...and rescuing Abby.
On this hunt for Viking Gold in the deep fjords and the ancient city of Trondheim, Norway, Abby and Hermann have agreed to take precautions, but in reality those restrictions chafe Abby. Add in Sigurd Thorsen who may not be whom he appears to be and Magnus Jones who definitely isn't who he thinks he is. Then add in ancient gold and betrayal with a touch of mythology and you have Viking Gold. Live The Adventure ~ Love The Romance
L.A.
sets the scene for us:
Norway.
On Hermann Weiss’s research boat the Brizo.
Death
nearly won this round. Abby Carswell’s dive in the dark,
treacherous waters of Trondheim fjord moved quickly from exploring
the unique and otherworldly red of dead man’s fingers coral to
being swept deep into the fjord’s abyss by the tricky currents.
Hermann was able to save her because, knowing Abby’s need to test
death’s door, he’d been vigilant. But now his frustration over
her behavior and his own vulnerability in loving her has passed his
limits, as in the scene below.
Excerpt:
She
was pulling her suitcase from the small closet when she felt a
frisson of electricity spark between them. It invariably happened
when Hermann was near—corny, but so true.
He closed the door softly.
“I think I should get a
room at the hotel,” Abby said, choking back tears as she kept her
back to the door. "We can come up with some excuse."
“I think that's a
mistake.”
Abby whirled from the
compact closet. “I thought you'd be happy if I put some distance
between us. I don't understand why you seem—”
“Abigail, we must talk
this through, but this isn't the right moment, as I'm sure you'll
agree. Nor is it fair to burden Tori and Reid with our personal
issue, especially since it's still their honeymoon. I love you, you
are part of my heart, but I cannot watch you try, once again, to
destroy yourself. At the end of this hunt we talk, and if we can't
find a reason for your behavior—”
“For God's sake, Hermann,
it was an accident. I wasn't on a suicide mission. My ‘behavior’
as you call it—”
He held up a hand. “I
retract that word. Can we behave normally for the time we're here?”
Abby shot him a questioning
look even as her heart constricted to half its size. “Can you?”
“Ja. For the sake of Tori
and Reid, I can do this. Then afterward, we talk.”
“I don't think I want a
ticking bomb between us the whole time we're here.”
“Think back on my words,
and you'll realize it's only a ticking bomb if you want it to be. I
know you're exhausted. Go to sleep, rest for tomorrow, and I'll be
quiet when I return from the last plotting session with Andrews.”
Hermann proved his words as
he brushed her forehead with his lips, then left.
Stripping to the scrap of
lace she wore as panties, Abby pulled on a T-shirt of Hermann's but
only felt more miserable as she crawled between the cold sheets,
where his clean, slightly woodsy scent surrounded her.
Yanking off the shirt, she
threw it against the wall and waited for the relief to come. When it
didn't, she got up and folded the shirt neatly on the foot of the bed
so she could slip it on in case of a boat emergency. With an entirely
male crew, leaving the cabin wearing nothing but undies that barely
covered anything wasn’t wise.
Abby left the light on over
Hermann's side of the bed. She was
exhausted and needed to turn off her brain and her heart. But it just
didn't happen.
Hearing footsteps, she
glanced at the clock on the built-in bedside table and saw that an
hour had passed, but sleep remained elusive. Closing her eyes, she
forced her breathing to be slow and rhythmic.
“Liebchen, you can't fool
me,” Hermann said softly as he closed the door. She heard the
zipper of his trousers, the soft movement of the hanger as he put his
clothes away, a habit of his, no matter how tired he was. As he
climbed into bed, Abby felt the mattress sag and the sheets pull
across her as he rolled onto his side, but no breath on her face. He
was turned away from her.
Through it all, she kept her
eyes closed. It was going to be hell if she didn't figure out some
way to “act normal” for the rest of their sojourn in Norway.
Or, as Hermann said, figure
out why she seemed to flirt with death—the same reason that caused
her inability to speak those two important words, I do.
Review:
I haven't read the first book in this series, but now I really must go back and read it! If you love romance, adventure, and mystery, you're going to love this series. As with every other L.A. Sartor book, I was drawn in from the very beginning. I loved the characters, the romance, and the mystery. It's a great book and one you'll find impossible to put down.
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