Bound by golden chains, the old statue of Eric the Viking protector had belonged to Carrie’s grandfather, and his father before him. Eric had always been a part of Carrie’s life, though she’d wished through the years that he was real—not just a statue.
But Eric had been imprisoned by magic spell dealt him by one of Carrie’s ancestors—a punishment for his own greed—until he truly understood what he’d done.
When Carrie’s ex-husband shows an unnatural interest in her modest little home left to her by her grandfather, Eric finally gets his chance at freedom. Who else can save Carrie from the ancient, wicked forces at work against her?
But will his protection be enough against the powerful evil they face in this present time? It’s his only chance to prove himself worthy of release from his centuries of imprisonment. He vows to love and cherish Carrie in his heart forever—if he can save them both. Though the dangerous dark powers threaten them, Carrie has faith. For at Christmas, anything is possible—even magic!
EXCERPT
Bound, shackled, he waited. Unable to stir or speak, he had, over the countless seasons since his capture, learned to listen. He was a long way now from self-pity. The Norns had judged and found him wanting. He had betrayed a kinsman. Big brute of a fellow, mangled by battle scars. A Viking in all but name, who went crusading, instead. What was he called?
“Magnus.”
The captive mouthed, though he made no sound. Magnus his ugly cousin, with his
pretty son, the little lad who he had tried to steal.
Chained, he
could not twitch, though now, eons later, the Viking acknowledged his
stupidity. Magnus had a wife, a witch-wife, and she had stopped his foolish
scheme stone dead, as if he had been struck by a crossbow bolt.
What magic did she fashion? He did not know. Worse, he had
never forgotten the dreams she had sent him, ever since he had been trapped by
her enchantments.
“Release
me!” he had bellowed in his nightmare, trying and failing to struggle in his
chains. He could speak then, but the red-haired witch shook her head and laid
two fingers on his rigid jaw. His lips tingled, then froze.
