My  name is Jianne Carlo and I write erotic romance in a variety of genres -  contemporary, military, paranormal, suspense, time-travel, and historical. I  relish mixing genres and my latest release, Death Blow, Viking Vengeance II, is  a Viking, paranormal suspense.
The  history and culture of the Vikings have fascinated me forever, or so it seems.  I became obsessed with Erikk the Red and Leif the lucky around the age of nine  when I watched a BBC documentary on the two men. We had a Britannia  encyclopedia set at the time and I immediately began researching the two  warrior-adventurers.
What  I love most about the culture of the Norse is the amazing almost-equality of  their females. A wife could actually divorce her own husband. She could own  lands. Compared to other cultures during the period the Vikings ruled the  seaways, the rights of Norse women were vast indeed. With the exception of Iceland,  the main privilege women didn't have was that of voting in Viking law  gatherings.
It  seems obvious to me this near equality between males and females seeped into  the culture via Norse mythology. Think of one small part of the legends – the jötunn  goddess, female giantesses who were incredibly strong physically and powerful  in their own rights. One tale particularly intrigued me - that of the Rán,  consort of the sea-god Aegir, who used her net to capture mortal men for her  own pleasure.
In  Death Blow, Viking Vengeance II, the heroine Nyssa is a half-immortal, the  daughter of the King of Moray and Rán.  
                                                      
Death  Blow Blurb:
Can  a mere Viking break the curse of a sea god?
Cursed  by the sea-god Ægir to be burned at the stake, Lady Nyssa seeks the one man who  can save her--the warrior who bears the mark of the Saracen. When she finds a  Viking warrior wounded and senseless on a beach, she knows he is her savior.  But Ægir's wrath extends to others in her life as well. He's killed her father  and stepmother, turned her stepbrother into a mountain lion, and imprisoned her  people. And worse, he's cursed any man who lays with her to have his manparts  wither and die.
Konáll  has traded coin a-plenty to gain a wife with lands, the daughter of the King of  Moray. He expects a refined, comely, trainable damsel, not a doomed warrior  princess with the strength of a giantess who cannot bear the touch of a man.  But once he learns more about this woman who speaks to talking mountain cats  and hides as a peasant among the rabble, he cannot deny his feelings. There's  more than one way to breech a maidenhead, and if teaching her the ways of a  woman's pleasure with a carved ivory dildo is what it takes to make her his,  then he's more than happy to challenge the wrath of a god…
Here's  an excerpt from Death Blow:
Once again he picked her up, turned her around, and  brought them face to face. His eyes glittered like chips of frozen loch ice,  deep blue and fathomless, and his lips thinned to a stubborn, grim line. "Lie  to me and you will regret every breath you take for the rest of your life. I  ask again, who are you?"
She lifted her chin and met his stare. "I am the  lady Nyssa, heiress to Castle Carleah, daughter of Rán and Rurari. Do not test  me, Viking, for not only am I of warrior size, I have the strength of my jötunn mother."
His gaze flickered from her shorn hair to the coarse  garb 'borrowed' from a sleeping priest, to the tattered leggings, and her  shoddy boots. "Though you be tall, you have naught the height for the daughter  of a giantess."
Nyssa sneered. "How many jötunn goddesses know you?"
His jaw worked back and forth. He tightened his grip  on her arms and she bit back a protest. "You will cease answering a question  with a question."
She did not bother to hide her grin. "Pray tell,  what question did you ask?"
"By Odin, you are insolent," he murmured so softly  she had to strain to hear him. All at once the fierce frown he wore lifted and  his lips curved. 
Dread slithered across her nape.
"I have heard of a mark stamped on the lady Nyssa."
Her throat and face heated. "I have such a mark."
I will see it." He carried her to the cave's wall  and pushed her back against the cold stone. 
"Nay." She could barely think for the shame scalding  her flesh and the musk-laden male scent of him filling her nose. "′Tis not your  right to view."
"If you are who you say you are, then you are my  betrothed, and I have such a right. Show me the mark. I tell you this once and  once only." He dropped his hold on her and crossed his arms.
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Jianne  Carlo