Book Two of The Sogn Series. Synopsis coming soon!

When Liam's little sister bests him at being named heir of their biker club, Liam is jealous, bitter and vengeful. He expected the presidency to fall into his lap, as is his birth right, one small problem. He forgot about his ice queen little sister, Eira. Now Liam feels displaced in the world, like he doesn't have a home. He goes rogue and travels around Canada looking for a new place to call home. Katie is the daughter to a dangerous president, leader to the most feared and powerful club of eastern Canada, the Black Wolves. After he lost Katie's mother in childbirth, he became so protective of his daughter that she has yet to really live. Innocent and naive, Katie is all too vulnerable to the real world until she meets Liam. The very thing her father swore to keep her safe from, boys. To make matters worse, he's a biker too, but a biker from a rival club. But Liam knows as soon as he lays eyes on the doe eyed girl that he has finally found a home. The risk of death at the hands of her father seems a fair price to pay to earn the love of the sweet girl.

Juliet and Bolt, two young lovers, two broken hearts. After years of separation Bolt and Juliet find each other again, will fate finally let the pair fall in love or is Juliet destined for unrequited love forever? Bolt is full of fire and rage, madness and malice. He is feared throughout his club and all the rest, the live in hell hound, interrogator and executioner in one. In all his years only one has ever tamed his vengeance-Juliet. She is soft and quiet, she spends her days reading books with love stories that have happy endings and working as a doctor in the local hospital. Her days are monotonous and isolated. So when the boy she never wanted to lose, the man she hoped to forget, appears at the hospital, fate seems to be giving her another chance at loving him, or another broken heart...

Viper and Doretha alike have lost love in their lives. They stumble through the world, existing not living, aching not healing. So when Doretha's sister invites her to leave the toxic household she has been trapped in for 24 years and she arrives in Canada, she meets a man with the same lamenting aura. For the first time since her pain, an ember glimmers in her chest. Viper never expected to find love in the form of Astrid's sister. As soon as she appears from behind Bear, his heart is stolen. Can the two heal themselves together, or will their pain cause them to implode and drag each other to despair?

Since high school, Elle has been in a toxic relationship with a psychologically damaging man, who belittles her every move from her weight to her interests. So even when she finally builds up the strength to leave him, his voice stays prominent in her mind. Every waking moment is spent at the gym, dieting and feeling hopeless. Then Mouse appears, teaching a self defence class at her gym. Immediately, his heart is drawn to the gaunt, quiet girl at the back who refuses to make eye contact. But getting Elle to open up and trust him is going to take every ounce of goodness in his heart.

Astrid is running from a monster, the man who kidnapped her and forced her to breed his heirs. But she's escaped his clutches. Finding herself fleeing across countries with heavy baggage she finds her self dropped on the compound of the Viking Warriors by a glorious stroke of fate. Vidar has always dreamed of finding his Goddess, his other half. But what will he do when he finds out his destined other half has more than he ever bargained for. Will the great Vidar finally find love, or will Astrid fail in finding him? Read to find out... I can't move swiftly enough as I drop down to my knees to pick her up. Gazing at her face, I loop one arm under her knees, the other over her back. She's as cold as death, and barely conscious. Her pale grey eyes gaze at my with a strange combination of trust and terror. I gently pull her closer to me. "Shhh love, I got you now." "L-Liam..." Her voice shudders and her lips tremble, the cold has seeped through into her bones, and she's so tiny anyway she must be permanently cold. Walking towards the car for the baby I pull her closer to my chest. She's now flitting in and out of consciousness, but, as I hold her closer- hoping my body can give her some warmth- I feel the bump, small and distinct. Panic grips me. She's pregnant? But that baby can't be more than 9 months? In her white T-shirt I can see the bruises and cigarette burns littering her pale skin. Whatever has happened to her is beyond awful. But I'm here now. I've got her.

When Vikings are seen off the shore of a small town in Ireland, seventeen year old, Clare, is determined to drive them away. Being clever and strong-willed, she makes a courageous attempt to protect not only her village, but also herself. Though, this brave action only fuels the attraction of the Jarl who takes her back to Norway as his future bride.

It must have been a goddess. That he was sure of. In the middle of those dark ashes, a body was laid down, wrapped in a cape that must have been green before but which was now covered in brown because of the ashes. Her face was strikingly pale, of a rare whiteness, but it was also dirtied by the ashes, hiding her cheeks and forehead. But despite those ashes and these dark smudges, one thing was absolutely certain: she was divine. She had a beautiful face with a straight, small nose, lips that were plump even if they were dry and a bit blue from the cold. Her eyes were closed, but her lashes seemed to be long and thick, resting on her cheeks like she was sleeping peacefuly. But all of those traits were not what attracted the Jarl. What did was the streak of hair that rested on her forehead, which had leaked from her hood. Its color was so unique and uncommon for a girl from this country that Tharn remained fixated on it. It was impossible to decide if this girl was a red-head or a blond. It seemed like the gods had not been able to chose in-between those two hair colors and had to give her the tone in between those two: gold. What a waste for such a heavenly creature to be dead, Tharn thought. Well, was he sure she was dead? After kneeling down, he bent over her, placing his fingers on her throat to check if her heart was still beating and placing his cheek in front of her mouth to see if he could feel a breath against his skin. As faint as it was, a light breeze touched him and a slow beat came under his fingers. She was barely alive, but she still was. A sigh of relief escaped him without him controlling it. He had no idea why he was so glad she was alive, but he was sure of one thing : she was coming back with him, and she would be his.

(English Version) Sophia, 24, is a medical student and goes to Sweden to tour the country. She visits some ancient runes and mysteriously wakes up in the 9th century, the time of the Vikings. She is found by Itzvar the Ruthless, one of the most dangerous Vikings in the land. He sees her as a pleasure tool, but Itzvar soon realizes he's not the only Viking with an eye for Sophia. ✨Featured in Historical Fiction✨ 🥉3rd Place Historical Fiction: Rose Gold Awards 2023