It’s here! My latest book from Changeling Press, Letting Go, is now available for purchase! It’s for mature audiences only due to adult nature, language, that sort of thing. It’s a fun one, though, not a scary one!
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! As usual, I am only posting about it on this blog once, so if you want to stay in the loop about special, freebies, interviews and more, be sure to follow my alter ego Sara Jay at the right of this page.
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.