What in the name of Thor could be making this Viking so blue?Eating haggis?Listening to those screechy bagpipes?Searching for an inept witch?Wearing a blue face mark?Traveling through Scotland with the world's worst poet? For Rurik the Viking, life has not been worth living since he left Maire of the Moors. Oh, it's not that he misses her fiery red tresses or kiss-some lips. Nay, it's the embarrassing blue zigzag she put on his face after their one wild night of loving. For a fierce warrior who prides himself on his immense height, his expertise in bedsport, and his well-honed muscles, this blue streak is the last straw. Now he's vowed he'll put his own brand of "mark" on Mairea man-mark. In the end, he'll bring the witchling to heel, or die trying. Mayhap, he'll even beg her to wed . . . so long as she can promise he'll no longer be . . . the blue viking.