Truly, Madly, Viking

His boat off-course, somehow getting thrust into the twenty-first century, Jorund Ericsson has cause to question his surroundings. And though the befuddled Viking thinks he's found heaven when he catches sight of the comely wench with the man-hair and the kiss-some lips, the lovely doctor simply thinks him crazy. And Jorund realizes the only thing that has driven him to the edge is her enticing figure. He skyrockets from the water and into Maggie's life: all sinewy muscles in a flawlessly proportioned body, a swath of long blond hair swept back from his brow. His claim to be a Viking from the tenth century makes her smile. But it isn't laughter that causes her stomach to flutter when the Hercules look-alike claims her lips. And soon he has her believing his story, though questioning her own sanity. Then the psychologist realizes there is another possibility: Neither of them is truly mad—but both of them are truly, madly in love.