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CHRISTMAS I.C.E. MAGIC is now out and I'm teasing from it's pages. Best part, it's a Holiday Romance and paranormal as well. So magic and light, love and joy. Zach Snow rescued Lily, but she doesn't seem pleased about it.
“Why did you pull me out? I was fine where I was.”
“You would’ve been killed.”
“So? That’s not your problem. I was supposed to be there.”
“Yeah, it is my problem.” He sat forward, his hands on his knees. “I’m Search and Rescue. It’s my job to make sure everyone’s safe on the mountain, and you weren’t safe. But you are now. We’ll stay here the night and I’ll get you back to the lodge tomorrow morning.”
“No!” With surprising strength, she threw the travel mug against the far wall, the hot contents splashing with a hiss of steam across the floor. “I don’t want to go back to the Lodge. I wanted to be out on the mountain!”
What the fuck is wrong with her? Zach looked Ms. Lily Sinclair over carefully. If fury represented heat like in the Saturday morning cartoons, she would have been steaming. Holy Freya, she really was trying to kill herself. But why? Her outburst had exhausted whatever strength she’d gathered after her brush with death and she slumped into the blue marbled pillows of his bed.
He tilted his head. “You can always go out and play in the snow tomorrow on Christmas. There will be plenty of fresh powder in the morning.”
Her gaze snapped to his face and she swallowed hard as if he’d said something unsettling. He thought back over his words, but nothing seemed odd.
“No, you don’t understand. I have to go back. I have to see my brother.” She struggled to get out of the bed, but the crimson sleeping bag foiled her attempts to move.
“Look, princess, there’s no one out on the slopes tonight, especially your brother.” Zach rose and picked up the discarded mug before checking on the soup.
“You don’t understand.”
“You’re right. Why don’t you explain it to me?”
He kept a wary eye on the woman in his bed. He didn’t fear her getting past him. Even without his extra abilities as an Ice Demon, he could have caught her if she made a play for the door. She might accidentally hurt herself in her weakened state and something told him he had to keep her alive.
Yeah, because it’s your job, jackass. But it felt like more than just his job. Something about this woman called to him and made him pay attention. The crystals making up the “hair” on his head vibrated at a frequency equating anticipation. He rubbed the back of his head in irritation and tried to ignore her sweet scent filling the small room of his cave. Damn, she smells good. What is wrong with me?
Rolling his head on his shoulders, he stirred the soup and poured some into a plastic bowl. He had no idea how he’d convince her to eat, but he’d wait a bit and let it cool enough to be palatable. And maybe I can figure out why she’s trying to kill herself.
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