Lost in Viking Slavery

Ashland is bored with her job and loves to study Viking history,  but what happens when she falls from modern times to open her eyes to a gorgeous actual Viking?

Ashland is bored with her vacation in Denmark. Her Aunt is old and talks about everything, but what Ashland wants to hear. Ashland is tired and she wanted some fun, but they were far from Copenhagen with its spas and nightlife.

 Instead, they are at the edge of the sea, where Vikings used to live and launched their ships to rape and pillage. Now that would be more interesting than this going through another museum with Aunt Hildr.

 So what happens when Ashland wakes up surrounded by Vikings?  It is rape, pillage and oh, slavery.



Published: September 2015
Length: Short Story 
Word Count: 12,346
Genre: Science Fiction/Time Travel Romance
Rating: Erotica 
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)



M. Garnet
( c ) copyright by M. Garnet, September 2015
(c ) cover art by Jenny Dixon, September 2015
ISBN 978-1-60394-
Smashwords Edition
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA



Chapter One

“What the hell are you talking about?  No one goes to Denmark.  People go to Sweden or Germany or London.  But I don’t know of a single idiot that goes to Denmark.”  Ashland’s adopted sister Ingar was actually yelling at her.

Ashland kept her voice calm as she went over her check off list again.  “Ingar, I have explained this to you several times.  It turns out that I actually have a relative on my father’s side.  Our adopted parents have always been so good to me.  Even you have, except when we fought over my plaid coat.  But this is a once-in-a-life-time opportunity.  This woman has offered to pay for everything.  She probably has papers and photos, maybe even background information on my family.”

When Ashland couldn’t reach her adopted sister on the phone, she had left a message on the recorder, expecting a call in return.  Instead, the hotheaded blond had taken off and driven over to confront her. 

Ashland smiled, as her own red hair along with a sprinkling of freckles showed that she was the one with the temper.  Yes, they had fought over that plaid coat and many other items growing up together.  They were raised in a house loved by two parents who had adopted both girls when they couldn’t have their own children.

Their parent’s death had actually separated the women, instead of drawing them together.  They lived in different cities, worked in entirely different lines of employment.  Now they went months with only an email or short note on Facebook.

The brief visit from her adopted sister had finally calmed down with a nice dinner at a local Italian pub and a quick good-bye as Ingar drove back to her home in the different city. 

Ashland promised plenty of emails and photos on Facebook of the trip to placate Ingar.  Finally she returned to her checklist.