Taming the Viking (B-More Brawlers Book 1)

Love Hits Hardest Outside the Ring

Kerrington has mastered the art of numbers and business strategy—but when it comes to love, she's still counting her scars. After escaping a harrowing past, she's built walls to protect herself from emotional pain. Logan “The Viking” Caswell, a magnetic MMA fighter with a reputation for danger, is everything she should avoid. But when he crashes into her life, his persistence and raw vulnerability stir something deep within her.

Logan isn’t just a fighter in the ring—he’s a man battling the ghosts of a painful past, guarded and solitary until Kerrington disrupts his carefully controlled world. Their chemistry is electric, but their histories are volatile. As their passion deepens, so does the risk. With fame, betrayal, and past wounds threatening their future, they must decide if love is worth the fight.

Start reading Taming the Viking today—an emotional, steamy, and powerful journey where healing meets heat, and love pulls no punches.

Excerpt from the book

Large calloused hands stroked down her ribcage, leaving a trail of heat in their wake as soft lips pressed into her shoulder. Teeth grazed along the sensitive skin, nipping at her flesh before soothing the sting with a swipe of his tongue. Each nibble felt possessive, as if he were marking her, claiming her. The sensations became too much, causing a moan to fall from her lips as his warm breath danced around her ear.

“Mine,” he growled.

Kerrington’s eyes shot open, startled by the screeching alarm on her nightstand. Slapping her phone several times, the noise ceased, and she threw her arm over her eyes. “What the hell?” she mumbled, her voice raspy from sleep.

Her body was ready to unravel from the intensity of her latest dream, so real she had to peek beside her to confirm the bed was empty. Her skin pebbled as she thought about his touch, causing her pulse to race.

The star of her dreams? She didn’t know his name, but he was all tattoos and muscles and gorgeously tanned skin, with piercing blue eyes and messy dirty blonde hair. Oh, and that beard.

A new wave of desire struck as she thought about his beard brushing against her inner thighs, causing her body to shudder. Sighing, Kerrington raked her fingers through her hair, feeling utterly frustrated.

The man—no, the sex god—reminded her of a Viking warrior. And he was far from a figment of her imagination. For the past several weeks, she’d spotted him every morning at her favorite coffee shop. After the second sighting, she went to pay for her coffee when the barista mentioned it’d been covered by a ‘secret admirer.’ As Kerrington turned to leave, her Viking sex god was nowhere to be found. Since then, she hadn’t paid for coffee at all.

Kerrington wasn’t usually one to shy away from making the first move, so starting a conversation should have been easy. But, she’d recently sworn off casual encounters, and as her dreams about him intensified, she feared approaching him might open the door to desires she’d desperately want to turn into reality. Besides, the Viking had player written all over him; she was sure other women were also enjoying free coffee.

No, Kerr, she thought. No more hookups.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled herself from bed and headed for the bathroom, hoping a cold shower would douse her body’s inferno.

***

Forty minutes later, Kerrington stepped into Brewed and joined the line, subtly glancing around the shop while silently cursing herself for hoping to see the Viking. But then, a strange energy prickled her skin and she found his ice-blue eyes locked on hers.

Damn.

She held his gaze for a moment before her eyes drifted to his lips, her own parting slightly as she imagined them brushing her skin. Heat flooded her cheeks as the corner of his mouth lifted into a smirk, and she quickly turned her attention back to the line ahead, trying to calm her racing heart.