Warrior Lord

  • Publisher: Orange Grove Press
  • Series: The Drift Lords Series , 3
  • Release Date: November 20, 2020
  • Genre: Fantasy Romance
  • Available Formats: eBook and Paperback
  • Digital: 9781952886157
  • Paperback: 9781952886348

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A dream wedding in Las Vegas turns into a nightmare when contest winner Erika Sherwood realizes she’s married an alien in this action-packed fantasy romance.

Pottery sculptor Erika Sherwood accepts a challenge from a stranger at a Las Vegas casino. The man named Magnor proposes they pretend to be engaged to win a contest with a rich reward. It seems like a sweet deal, except for one point. The winners will be married in a televised segment right after the competition. In a moment of recklessness, Erika accepts Magnor’s proposal.

Much to their surprise, they win and are pushed into a whirlwind wedding on live TV. Once they’re alone, Magnor explains that he’s a space warrior who’s come to Earth to stop an alien invasion. He’s searching for a powerful weapon, but he needs Erika’s help to locate it. She has legendary powers destined to defeat their enemy.

When they’re attacked by alien soldiers, Erika realizes he’s telling the truth. They’re sucked into a maelstrom of danger as they evade their enemies. But even more alarming are the growing feelings Erika has for her new husband. Once his mission succeeds, he’ll return to the stars. Can she convince him to stay and turn their marriage into a reality?

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Warrior Lord held me spellbound with this story of soul mates trying to save the world. This book has action, adventure, and romance. If that is not enough for you, this book will have you at the edge of your seat. I love mythological beings and incorporating them into a modern story takes a lot of skill and creativity…A great read.”  Drue’s Random Chatter

“Magnor may be a warrior, but he’s no match for Erika Sherwood, the woman he meets and marries in a Las Vegas casino. As they work together to save the world, Erika comes to terms with the fact that she married an alien and has powers she didn’t know about while Magnor tries to decide if he is worthy of having her for a wife. A fun combination of action, adventure, sci-fi, mystery, mythology, and romance. I loved this book and cannot get enough Drift Lords.” WiLoveBooks

“I really felt connected to these characters. This is an entertaining read and definitely will leave you satisfied.” The Book Maven

Warrior Lord is a fast-paced science fiction tale with suspense and romance. A well-written book that kept me reading and guessing until the last page.” Reader Forever

“Erika learns about who she is, her importance in stopping the evil that is coming, and why she must stay with Magnor while he completes his mission…On the whole I enjoyed the book.” Paranormal Romance Guild

“Cohen’s third book in her Drift Lords series is an action-packed thrill ride from start to finish. She effortlessly blends fact with Norse mythology and fiction to create a fabulous tale, layered in detail and rich in texture.”  Muddy Rose Reviews

“Another great installment of Nancy Cohen’s series that combines sci-fi romance, action/adventure, and Norse mythology! Recommended for anyone who loves lots of action and sexy romance.” Alyssa Maxwell, author of the Gilded Newport Mysteries

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2014 by Nancy J. Cohen

Where else but Las Vegas could a bearded man wearing a cape and sword swagger inside a casino without drawing attention?

Erika Sherwood stared at the man who peered around, a bewildered look on his face until his gaze slammed into hers.

Her heart slowed, as though the world had frozen in that moment. Despite the bells ringing and people chattering and roulette wheels spinning, her awareness narrowed. She couldn’t drag her eyes away from his searing glance.

Her pulse jumped when the man strode purposefully in her direction, his cape flapping behind him. With his powerful physique and resolute jawline, he looked like a superhero come to life. She supposed he’d bought that fabulous costume at a store along the Strip.

He claimed the empty seat beside her, exchanged a few words with the blackjack dealer, and set out a pile of chips. Tension charged the air around him. Her sideways glance absorbed his longish black hair and trim beard and the wide breadth of his shoulders. She pulled her skirt down, aware it had hiked up indecently, but his gaze didn’t go there. Instead, his dark eyes fixated on her wristwatch.

“Miss?” The dealer’s questioning glance fell on her.

“Oh. Hit me, please.” She grimaced at the eight of spades she’d drawn. Drat, now she was over the limit.

“Not having any luck?” The newcomer nodded at her diminishing pile of chips. “Maybe this isn’t your game.”

“Excuse me, mister…?”

“My name is Magnor.” He quirked an eyebrow when the waitress came by with another round of free drinks.

Erika lifted her third Viking Volcano from the tray. Who could resist? The fruity drinks were on the house, a popular ploy to keep gamblers in their casino.

She raised her glass in a friendly gesture before taking a sip. “Is Magnor your first name or your last name?”

“It’s my only name.” His mouth curved as he watched her reaction.

“O-kay.” She wasn’t in the mood to challenge him. Those drinks had already gone to her head, making her happy to accept his remark along with his blatant stare. Probably half the people in Vegas used false names anyway.

“Do you work here?” she asked, realizing his outfit matched the resort’s Nordic theme.

He stiffened. “I should say not. I am a guest, like you.”

“Sorry to have asked, but you fit the part.”

“It is my customary attire as a warrior of the Tsuran.”

“I see,” she said in a noncommittal tone. Maybe he was an actor deep into his role. He could be taking a break from a movie set. Were they filming a sequel to Thor in the area?

“Nice timepiece you’re wearing.” He nodded at the object of his scrutiny.

Erika slid her hand under the table. “It was a gift.”

Her parents had given her the watch for her sixteenth birthday with the caveat that she ask no questions about its unusual properties. It ran with no visible mechanism and no battery and had a peculiar symbol engraved on its face.

Her forehead wrinkled. Why had Magnor chosen to comment on her watch when most men would offer a line about her flaming red hair or her flashy clothes?

Come on, Erika, why do you care what he thinks? You came here for the art show, remember, and not to meet men?

It must be the alcohol causing that low buzzing sound in her ears and not his imposing presence.

“This announcement is for all of our engaged couples out there,” blared a loudspeaker voice. “It’s the last call if you want to enter our exciting contest. The lucky winners will be married on live television, after which they’ll receive a complimentary stay in our honeymoon suite, fifty thousand dollars, and a new car. Entries are being accepted in the Green Room all day Friday until four o’clock.”

“Fifty thousand dollars,” Erika muttered. “Man, could I use that money!”

Magnor nudged her, a grin on his face. “Why don’t we enter the contest together?”

The smile transformed his features, making her want to study the craggy lines and furrows that made his visage so interesting.

“What?” she said when his words finally registered.

“I need a room, and the hotel is full. If we win, that will solve my problem. You can keep the car and the cash.”

“B-But the winners have to get married. On live television.”

He waved a hand. “Oh, that. Las Vegas is all about fantasy, is it not?”

Her eyes widened. “You mean, the wedding will be filmed like a reality show, but it isn’t real?”

He winked at her. “All of the contestants get bonus credits on their club cards. What have we got to lose?”

Erika stared at her diminished pile of chips. She’d lost two hundred dollars in less than an hour.

She scooped the remaining credits into her purse while considering the man’s outrageous suggestion.

In her earlier days, she’d have accepted his proposal without a second thought. Back then nothing had mattered except her plants, her pottery, and her own pleasure.

Eventually, she’d erected an armor of self-discipline around herself so she could accomplish her goals. However, this resolve had evaporated under the influence of the drinks and the man’s piercing gaze. Who wouldn’t want a hunk like him as her fake fiancé?

Her head spinning, she wondered how a few cocktails could affect her so strongly. She’d been better able to hold her liquor in the past. Was there something else in those fruity drinks that made her so amenable?

Ignoring the warning bells in her mind, she scraped back her chair. Her knees wobbled when she stood. Magnor rose and steadied her with a firm grasp on her elbow.

“I accept your offer,” she told him with bravado. “If we lose, at least we’ll be ahead by several credits. And it might be fun.”

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