After capturing—and losing—the one woman who could cure him, the only thing a cursed Viking warrior can do to save her from a rival berserker is set her free.
Deirdre’s relationship with the local population has always been rocky, not the least because they’re convinced she’s a witch. What’s more, they’re right. She’s not casting spells or laying curses, but she’s certainly comfortable looking into the future.
Which is why, when they’re finally faced with the threat of an attack from a viking band, they finally see a reason to accept her in town. She’s not there for more than a few minutes when the attack starts, and when a big, handsome-looking Viking comes storming through the door and throws her over his shoulder, Deirdre realizes there’s nothing she can do but go along for the ride.
Gunnar, on the other hand, is more than happy with his lot in life. He’s good at raiding, and his skill and prowess on the battlefield provide him with good standing.
After twenty years, though, he’s slowing down. Not because of his injuries, though, and that’s the problem. He’s taken more than enough to kill him, more than once. But no matter how bad he’s hurt, it never seems to stick. In fact, he’s never hurt for more than a few minutes before his wounds close up, leaving nothing behind.
Without being able to get hurt, he’ll never die a warrior’s death. That’s where the witch comes in.
Can Deirdre escape her captors? Will Gunnar find what he’s looking for? Or will both of them find out that they really wanted something different all along?