In and out . . . That's Lieutenant Ian MacLean's goal. The leader of a team of highly trained Navy SEALs— the toughest, buffest fighting men in the world—the sexy, hard-as-nails bachelor has the brains, guts, and brawn to outthink, outgun, and outmaneuver any enemy. But dealing with a buxom, headstrong, iron-willed Viking maiden from a time a thousand years before Ian was born . . . that's a whole different kind of warfare.

Madrene Olgadottir has no idea where she is or that she's landed ten centuries in the future. After bopping the arrogant soldier on his head and tying him up, the stunning hellion gives him a tongue lashing that makes a drill sergeant sound like a kindergarten teacher. Then she demonstrates that she has her own special way of dealing with overconfident males.

Hoo-yah, it looks like Operation Rodent is about to get . . . Hot　Heavy.

His boat off course, distracted by a randy she-whale whose infatuation had somehow thrust him into the twenty-first century, Jorund Ericsson thought he'd found heaven when he caught sight of the comely wench with the man-hair and the kiss-some lips. The lovely doctor, however, simply thought Jorund insane—even as she drove the befuddled Viking crazy with her enticing figure.

He leapt 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 made her smile. But it wasn't laughter that caused her stomach to flutter when the Hercules look-alike claimed her lips. And soon he had her believing his story and questioning her own sanity—though the psychologist realized there was another possibility. They were, neither of them, truly mad . . . simply truly, madly in love.

Magnus Ericsson is a simple man. He loves the smell of fresh-turned dirt after springtime plowing. He loves the feel of a soft woman under him in the bed furs. He loves the heft of a good sword in his fighting arm.

But, Holy Thor, what he does not relish is the bothersome brood of children he's been saddled with. Or the mysterious happenstance that strands him in a strange new land—the kingdom of Holly Wood. Here is a place where the folks think he is an act-whore (whatever that is), and the woman of his dreams—a winemaker of all things—fails to accept that he is her soul mate, a man of exceptional talents, not to mention . . . a very virile Viking.