It’s here! My latest book from Changeling Press, Letting Go, is now available for purchase!
It’s a story that came out of an idea from my daughter: what if Jack Frost was in love with the Snow Queen? She’s way too young to read it, but I think I did them justice. There’s a little bit of Christmas everything in this story: magic, love, cool North Pole tech, a snow beast, naughty elves, a sneaky Santa and so much more. There’s also a steamy love scene between our heroes, naturally.
I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. As Jack says himself, these two were made for each other! Here is an exclusive sneak peek:
The Snow Queen strode out of the castle, an almost girlish skip to her step as she made her way to the dog. Ruffling his massive head, she murmured puppy talk at him as he licked her hand.
“H’lo, Your Majesty,” Jack called out, still leaning against the gate.
“Mr. Frost,” she murmured, not bothering to look away from Ice.
“Nice weather we’re having,” he ventured again.
She finally turned to him. “You think so? I was just about to call forth a nice storm before Ice happened to pass into the yard. Maybe a swarm of ice bees for some welcome company. Quite a coincidence, don’t you think?”
“Nah, I don’t believe in coincidences.” Jack grinned. “How about letting me in? We can have some cocoa.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively.
Erika’s laugh bounced off the ice like snow glitter. “I don’t think so, Mr. Frost.”
Jack kicked a bit of snow against the gate. “So formal. Remember when you were just Erika and I was just Jack?”
The smile fell from the Snow Queen’s face. “That was a long time ago. I’m afraid I’m very busy with Winter at the moment, Jack. Surely you understand. You have quite a full plate yourself.”
Jack shrugged. “You know what they say. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.” He held onto the icy bars, pulling back suggestively, as so many human males endowed with similar attributes did on a stage.
Erika’s eyes betrayed her, the interest in them palpable. Her pulse danced at her throat, and Jack licked his lips. The snow sprite ran his fingers slowly up the bar, then down again, and she quickly turned back to the dog-like creature.
“Besides, I’ve never approached it as methodically as you have,” he continued, toeing the snow again. “I’m more of a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants kind of guy.”
“Indeed. Well, I must get back to work.” Erika beckoned Ice to come inside with her, but the beast just whimpered at the gate. Frowning, she called, “Come, Ice.”
Ice bounded toward the gate, whimpering again. Jack smirked as she slowly made her way toward him. “It seems as if my dog prefers you to me.”
Jack winked. “You did send him after me. Maybe he just wanted to be a good boy and retrieve your heart’s desire.”