Storm & Stone (Berserker Bonds #5)

Maren didn't order a Viking.

She runs a one-room backcountry ranger station, alone, on purpose, and she's genuinely happy about it — no boss, no small talk, just her, the mountain, and a stove she trusts more than most people. Then a blizzard blows her door open and in walks 310 pounds of naked, freezing, completely unbothered man who looks like he's been waiting a thousand years for exactly this moment.

Because he has.

Vidar died covering a retreat in 867 AD and spent the next thousand years in the cold, not sure it was worth it. Then something in him — something glowing, something extremely hard to explain to a woman holding a radio — pulled him straight to her door. He doesn't talk much. He doesn't need to. He fixes her roof without asking. He reorganizes her entire gear closet overnight (rude, also correct). He eats three protein bars a day like a man doing penance.

The storm isn't letting up. Neither is he.

She tells herself it's practical — one stove, two bodies, basic survival math. She's a professional. She has this completely handled.

She does not have this handled.

Viking berserker reborn romance. A thousand-year wait. One snowed-in cabin. A hero who says four words when three would do — and a heroine who is extremely done pretending she isn't into it. Guaranteed HEA, pregnancy epilogue included.