Healer – The Gift of Dreams
New release April 13!
– The fifth in the “Tales of Freya” collection of sensual short stories set in the Viking age –
Viking farmer Magnus is plagued by a demon. Since his wife’s death, the dreaded Mara tortures his body and mind. Powerless, he sends for a healer, the unexpectedly young and beautiful Audr … Are her sensual powers and his unleashed virility enough to banish the demon from his bed?
“Sarah Dahl brings a crisp, contemporary voice to an ages-old world of battle, bloodshed and primal indulgences.” – J.D. Lexx
“Her sensual Viking romance series (Tales of Freya) will drag you into a world history just can’t seem to forget, and everyone still finds fascinating. With her unique writing style and in-depth knowledge of this bygone era, she brings the world of clashing swords, dashing warriors, and strong, independent shield maidens to life.” – Elaine Coetzee
“Breathe deeper. Longer.”
Magnús wanted to protest, then to try, but something emanated from the tips of the healer‘s fingers that closed off his throat. He felt a hundred years old, but at the same time as helpless as a newborn.
The healer knelt behind him. Audr‘s voice made the little hairs in his neck prickle. “I’ll comb your hair, extract the vile spirits that got tangled in there. Too close to you.” Her last sentence was a mere whisper, and he shivered.
Too close to him.
He straightened as much as he could. Knives stabbed his back, right above his belt. He almost toppled over and yelped.
Then her hands were there, feeling the shape of his skull and the length of his hair. He felt the teeth of her comb slide into his snarled strands and hoped she wouldn’t notice that Alvi hadn’t bathed or groomed him lately. The gentle, consistent tugging at his hair was a rare caress and sent goosebumps across his scalp as she stroked from his forehead to where the strands ended below his shoulder blades. Her fingers didn’t touch him, but he had to bite his lips in an effort not to shudder with delight. The sensation was magical. So strong it numbed the sharpest stings of pain.
“Does she do it for you?” the healer asked.
“Who?” His voice came out breathless.
“I can look after myself.”
“Not in all respects.” Her inoffensive chuckle spoke a deeper truth.