The first time Thorn saw her she was clad in nothing but the moonlit mist and the midnight cloud of her lustrous hair. From that moment Thorn the Relentless knew she had been bewitched by the maiden bathing in the forest pool. How else to explain the torrid dreams that haunted her nights, the fierce longing that kept her hard-muscled warrior's body in a constant state of arousal? Thorn knew of only one way to combat the witches powerful spell--to capture her in a Viking raid and make the maiden her own. Even then she found herself still more enchanted by her lovely thrall. Could Fiona be speaking the truth when she claimed it was not sorcery that bound them, but the powerful yearning of her....VIKING HEART?!