What do you do when you're a tenth century Viking who finds himself shipwrecked in the twentieth century? Why, you head for the nearest longboat and try to get back to your own time. The only problem is, the longboat Geirolf Ericsson needs to get him home is half-built and the property of a woman who talks funny and asks too many questions. Questions he can't begin to answer, like how he got to present day Maine. Dr. Meredith Foster knows the imposing and devastatingly handsome man who has invaded her house can't possibly be a real Viking. Meredith is convinced it's some kind of a hoax, but she is willing to go along with the game as long as Rolf can help her finish building the Viking longboat her grandfather started. But keeping her distance from the virile Viking proves more than the lonely professor can handle. And the thought of losing him does funny things to her heart. Sandra Hill's romantic and raucous tale of time-crossed lovers will touch your heart- and your funny bone. She paints a vivid picture of Rolf, the drop dead gorgeous Viking who needs Merry-death to get back to his own time and fulfill a promise to his father. Meredith is delightful as the staid professor at odds with the macho man from the past. Their relationship is full of passion, and enough humor to make you laugh out loud. This marvelous time travel is a must-read tale! Sandra Hill dazzles us once again with her witty and wonderful imagination! A definite keeper! Time traveling doesn't get any more entertaining than this! Equal parts sizzling romance and high spirited humor will have readers fanning themselves as they laugh out loud! Sandra Hill is a name to remember! Her writing is fresh and thoroughly delightful! Kristina Wright -- Copyright © 1998 Literary Times, Inc. All rights reserved
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He wore nothing but a leather tunic, spokein an ancient tongue . . . and he was standing in Professor Meredith Foster's living room.
The medieval historian told herself he was partof a practical joke, but with his wide gold belt,callused hands, and the rabbit roasting inher fireplace, the brawny stranger seemed so . . . authentic.
Suddenly Meredith was mesmerized by hisbronzed, muscular form, and her bodysurrendered to the fantasy that Geirolf Ericssonreally was a Viking from a thousand years ago,sent only to pleasure her. But as she tried toteach him to eat spaghetti and use a computer,she realized he knew an awful lot about thetenth century—and so little about this one.And as he helped her fulfill her grandfather'sdream of re-creating a Viking ship,he awakened her to dreams of her own.Until she wondered if the hand of fate hadthrust her into the loving arms of . . . The Last Viking
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