Mad about you
His boat off course, distracted by a randyshe-whale whose infatuation had somehowthrust him into the twenty-first century, Jorund Ericsson thought he'd found heavenwhen he caught sight of the comely wenchwith the man-hair and the kiss-some lips.The lovely doctor, however, simply thoughtJorund insane--even as she drove thebefuddled Viking crazy with her enticing figure.
He leapt from the water and into Maggie'slife, all sinewy muscles in a flawlesslyproportioned body, a swath of long blondhair swept back from his brow. His claim tobe a Viking from the tenth century madeher smile. But it wasn't laughter that causedher stomach to flutter when the Herculeslook-alike claimed her lips. And soon he hadher believing his story and questioning herown sanity--though the psychologist realizedthere was another possibility. They were, neither of them, truly mad . . . simply truly, madly in love.
