Wed to the Barbarian (Barbarian Duet #1)

H ow did one man possess that many muscles?

As the cleric expounded from the stone temple’s center dais under a cloudless sky, Jem’s gaze returned time and again to the wild strangers across the square courtyard.

He’d never attended a spring summit, though he’d heard breathless tales two years before of the Northern barbarians who’d suddenly reappeared at the annual gathering.

As a boy, Jem had never quite believed the far-flung kingdom of Ergh actually existed. It was the stuff of legend, a cautionary tale—anger the gods at your peril.