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About the author:
Mia spent the better part of a decade writing about and studying academic philosophy. Finally freed from her stuffy library, Mia now writes new books instead of reading moldy (sometimes literally!) old ones. She has a passion for romance involving bad boys with hearts of gold. When she’s not writing, Mia can be found eating copious amounts of yogurt, playing tennis in white pants, twirling around outside, or smiling to herself while cooking dinner–just kidding, she doesn’t live in a tampon commercial. She does love yogurt, though. Mia lives in the mountains of Colorado with her cat and several ducks.
What inspired you to write your book?
I love time travel and shifters. The two meet in a fascinating way with the Old Norse and Icelandic legends about berserkers!
Here is a short sample from the book:
I can not take this any more.
I must have her. Protect her. Consume her.
“Lana.” Saying her name, so strange on my tongue, fills me with need. Her name sounds like a request. I repeat it as a demand. “Lana.” Her eyes meet mine.
I reach up, burying my fist in her hair. She lets out a soft gasp. My heart pounds in my chest as my blood rises. Her hair catches like silk in my calloused hands.
My breath is ragged. I pause. She must want this as much as I do. I force myself to hold back. It is nearly impossible.
Her lips are parted slightly. Her delicate hand lifts towards me. She traces the line of my jaw with two fingers. Her touch is like sparks on my skin.
“Iohan.” She leans towards me. Her eyes are green and flecked with traces of gold. Her teeth trouble her ruby lip with a worried bite.
Enough. My mouth meets hers. I kiss her ravenously, my mouth strong against her mouth. Her lips are luscious honey. I want to taste her, devour her. Her hand winds around my neck and pulls me closer. She digs her fingers into my neck, pressing me towards her. I kiss her neck, barely restraining my urge to bite her supple flesh.