I love vikings!

by Kate Pearce



Once upon a time, Kate was bored and fed up writing about baggage-laden bisexual Regency Rakes. She wondered what to write. What was the stupidest idea her over-active imagination had come up with recently? Ah, yes-futuristic intergalactic vikings who loved women, loved them so much they were prepared to do almost anything to keep their females happy-even share them with other men to make sure they were primed and ready and keen to make babies.





Kate was keen on this idea because she realized she could make the whole world up and no one would be able to tell her that grandfather clocks didn't exist in 1815 or that debutantes weren't called that in the Regency period. If she wanted 2 suns and purple sand and unbelievably sexy men, she could simply make it so, just like Captain Jean Luc Picard.

Cue gratuitous picture of Captain Picard who isn't a viking at all but is very definitely a space traveler like Douglass Fraser in PLANET MAIL, the first book of the series who crash lands her United Parcel Planetary space ship on Planet Valhalla and sets up a whole series of books in which wise cracking cynical Earth women get to take advantage of gorgeous hunky sex mad vikings. A match made in heaven, or in the heavens maybe.








Of course, these wouldn't be those unpleasant vikings we learned about at school. These were more fashioned on the Hollywood version as embodied by Kirk Douglas and Tony Curtis-a film which made a very powerful impression on my young mind. I'm not sure why, because when I saw again it as an adult I laughed myself silly, but I had a degree in history by then and thought I was so educated :)



Anyway so that's how I got my crazy idea about writing about intergalactic vikings who love sex- the'Star Trek meet Tony Curtis' chronicles. Strangely enough, for such a light-hearted enterprise, the first book, PLANET MAIL, did really well, helped by a fabulous cover.



And here, with no further introduction, is a small excerpt from SECURED MAIL which comes out on July 30th from Ellora's Cave in e-book form, and maybe, much later as a print book. Sven, our hero, is finding out that on Valhalla, the female, aka Earth woman Thea Cooper rules...

“In the ancient days of Valhallan culture, the female ruled. The queen and priestesses used to bring their mates here to remind them of their duties.”
Sven stared at the king. What in Thor’s name was he on about? Marcus inclined his head.
“You may speak.”
“I don’t understand. My duty to what? To you and the queen?”
“Nay, your duty to your woman.”
Sven licked his dry lips. “I have no woman.”
“I believe you do and she intends to remind you of your responsibilities. Perhaps you need to learn that being subservient to your soul mate is all about trust.”
“You would let the queen do this to you?”
Marcus smiled. “She already has.” His smile faded and he nodded at Woden. “Oil him.”
Sven refused to look at any of his companions as Woden spread oil over his chest and back. He flinched as Woden’s hands slid lower to cover his buttocks, his balls and his cock. Sensation flooded through him as the orange-scented oil heated on his skin and his shaft stirred. The king spoke again.
“Put on his cock ring.”
Harlan stepped forward, his expression calm and grasped Sven’s cock. With a few practiced movements he had Sven half-erect and slid the thick metal ring down over his shaft and tightened it.
“Are you ready, My Queen?”
“Yes, Sire.”
Sven’s gaze jerked to the right as the queen appeared, clad only in jeweled rubies and thick gold chains, her long dark hair flowing down her back. She approached Sven and stood in front of him. He held his breath as she stared at his rapidly expanding rod.
“Make him hard.”
The queen bent forward, her breasts swinging slightly and took his cock in her mouth. Sven tried not to speak as the metal ring bit into his swelling shaft. He arched to angle his hips into the rhythm set by the queen’s mouth but he couldn’t move. A groan burst from his mouth as his balls clenched and drew closer to his body.
“Gag him, Bron.”
Before Sven could utter a protest, Bron was behind him, expertly shoving a ball gag into his mouth and tying the leather behind his head. The king stepped forward, two clamps in his hands and applied them to Sven’s aching nipples. Sven began to pant, the overload of sensations driving him wild. He was so close to coming, his focus on the queen’s red lips as they moved over his cock, the hollowing of her cheeks and the ruby red flash of her jewels as she bent toward him.


Yum-I enjoyed re-reading that myself. It even makes me want to go and start book #3, which will be about Harlan.

If you comment today and tell me about your own feelings about vikings, Tony Curtis or Star Trek, you could win a print copy of "Planet Mail" to get you all excited about reading Secured Mail!

Kate x