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Welcome to Stargazer Island, where the weird, wonderful, and magical meet.

When your mother is a dryad and your father is a Native American Shaman, you’re pretty much guaranteed to be an environmentalist. And Sage takes saving the world seriously. She does her best to keep her carbon footprint as small as possible, up to and including her beloved bookstore, Alternate Universe. But what she doesn’t know is just how big a print she’s left on the heart and soul of one giant Viking.

The day Eric set foot on Stargazer Island was the day his world was rocked to the core. Not only did he learn that magic really exists – and that he possessed just such a legacy in the form of a Viking Berserker – but he set eyes on Sage Winters, the woman – quite literally – of his dreams. The real woman though is so much more… smarter, more beautiful, and far, far more infuriating.

Eric would do anything to keep Sage safe, even if it means staying away. Too bad the stubborn woman didn’t get that memo. And when Eric discovers she’s in danger from more than just his past? All bets are off, because this Berserker won’t stop fighting until the monsters that threaten Sage are slain. Even if it costs him his life.

This is Book 3 in the Stargazer Island Series but can be read as a standalone. 

“And what is this about you going on a ‘not exactly normal’ date with my boy? I know Eric treated you well. He’s always been a gentleman. What wasn’t normal about it?”

Sage’s mouth worked, but no sound came out. Miz Andrea’s words caused her traitorous mind to flash back to the explosive kiss they shared back in October. It certainly had not been “gentlemanly.” 

In order to help Celia, they had needed to search her professor’s hotel room. Sage was given the position of look-out on the same floor. She had to watch for security, and if the professor returned too quickly, find a way to distract him long enough that Eric and Mace could escape undetected. 

When they got the warning that the professor was on his way up, Eric had hurried from the room, but did not have time to get out of the hall. Instead, he grabbed Sage, pushed her back into a small alcove so she was hidden from view, and kissed her. 

And that kiss had burned through her like a volcano’s eruption. Conquering. Wild and untamed. Marauding even. But “gentlemanly” reminded her of Jane Austen’s heroes. No way could she picture Eric playing the part of a buttoned-up, overly starched Regency or Victorian gentleman.

That kiss might have been cover for him, but it scrambled her brains. Hot, passionate, so much everything she had always imagined but had never found with anyone else, real or fictional. Sage sighed. She really needed to stop reading so many romance novels. A good mystery would not have her comparing Eric to every romantic hero she had ever come across.