Tena StetlerAuthor of Paranormal Romance/Suspense & Cozy Mysteries With Magic Spark!

A sneak peak between the pages of  Viking’s Intent.

“What are you doing here?” Davyn growled into her mind.

She blinked at him, only now realizing they must be dreaming together. Wonderful. Not.

“I don’t know.” She frowned. “Didn’t you bring me along?”

“Why would I do that?” He shook his head. “You tend to bring havoc with you wherever you go.”

“Thanks,” she said dryly.

“It’s true.”

“Says you.” She shrugged and spoke without thinking. “I like to think I bring excitement.”

Had that sounded like flirting?

“I do not want excitement with you, Cupid,” he grumbled aloud.

“Any more than I want excitement with you,” she assured as they stood alone in a darkened area covered by pines. “And you definitely dragged me along somehow because I sure as heck didn’t try to follow you.” She shook her head. “The last thing I remember was feeling drowsy then I was here so I must’ve dosed off.”

“You should not have been able to follow me to this place,” he grunted in dismay, a fierce scowl on his face. “It is too telling.”

She met his eyes, catching his drift. “Nope lose that thought.” She shook her head. “Just because I got dragged along in a dream doesn’t mean we’re fated mates. It’s got to be the magic of this place up to no good.”

“My magic,” he reminded. “And I agree it is up to no good.”

Though she tried to pull her gaze from his, she was suddenly all too aware of his gorgeous eyes despite the darkness. Eyes that seemed to draw her in more than usual in this strange dreamlike state.

“Oh shoot,” she whispered, drifting closer even as she tried to stop, as she tried to gain control. “I don’t think I like this dreaming thing.”

“It is hard to control a dream,” he said softly, his voice less gruff now.

“We’re controlling this dream though,” she denied even as she drifted closer.

“Yes,” he assured, drifting closer as well. “Because we are here to work.”

“To lure the enemies,” she murmured, her eyes falling to his lips.

“That is right,” he murmured, his eyes falling to her lips.

“Right,” she whispered. “This is right.”

“Yes,” he whispered. “It is.”

Then she drifted right into his arms, tilted her head back and closed her eyes, more than ready to be kissed. More than ready to feel once again what those sensuous lips of his could do.

Then air blew by her face, and her eyes flew open.

An arrow had whizzed by their faces moments before their lips touched.

They were under attack.