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    Hot as Ice
    Hot as Ice
    Hot as Ice
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    Hot as Ice

    By Dahlia Rose

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    Kryslyn Dale’s passion was exploring the world and her dream trip finally came to pass. She would traverse the Frostisen Glacier in Norway.  The people of Narvik warned her about being out in the wilderness and away from town alone. But as Kryslyn stared up at the Aurora Borealis, there was nowhere she would rather be.  The sound of breaking trees and the vibration of the earth woke her and as she scrambled out of her tent expecting to see part of the glacier breaking away. Instead she was face to face with a frost blue dragon. The beast of myth took her in its claws and her scream was lost in the wind.  Another surprise came in the dragon’s lair when the mystical creature morphed into a man unabashedly and gloriously naked.

    Torbjorn Kristoffer thought she was sent to hunt him but soon he figured out she wasn’t a threat. There was no way she was leaving this adventure of a lifetime, seeing the world through a dragon’s eyes. Never one to doubt her instincts, Krysyln gave into temptation and with only four weeks in Norway, she planned to leave with memories of being in the arms of the man who changed into a beast of legend. The desire he created as they found kismet with each other would be put in jeopardy when Tor’s true enemy surfaced. Kryslyn was caught between a force of nature and the madman who wanted the ultimate prize, the last ice dragon. Tor claimed her as his mate and vowed to protect her. Kryslyn would see the glacier melt into the sea before she would let her dragon be caged. In the end she may end up being his only salvation.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNaughty Qull Publishing
    Release dateMay 4, 2017
    ISBN9781386526261
    Hot as Ice
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    Dahlia Rose

    Dahlia Rose is the best-selling author of contemporary, military and paranormal romance with a hint of Caribbean spice. She was born and raised on a Caribbean island and now currently lives in Charlotte, North Carolina, with her five kids, who she affectionately nicknamed “The Children of the Corn,” and her biggest supporter and longtime love. She has a love of erotica, dark fantasy, sci-fi, and the things that go bump in the night. With over six dozen books published Dahlia has become a reader favorite. Not only because of her writing but her vivacious attitude in talking to her fans online and at various events. Books and writing are her biggest passions, and she hopes to open your imagination to the unknown between the pages of her books. http://hearttoheartwithdahliarose.blogspot.com www.facebook.com/author.dahliarose www.twitter.com/dahliarose1029

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      Hot as Ice - Dahlia Rose

      Hot as Ice

      Chapter One

      The air was cold and crisp against her face and she lifted her head to the sky, taking a deep breath.  It was a sweet burn in her lungs compared to the air in Philadelphia; this was pure, almost heady. Kryslyn stepped out of the small hotel door and onto the icy streets of Narvik, Norway. They were the first steps into the trip of a lifetime, and by morning she would be on her own snowmobile pulling her snowpack of survival gear and heading towards Frostisen Glacier. Kryslyn prided herself on being a bit of an adventurer, and while she’d traversed through the Alps, visited Nepal, Hong Kong, and even slept in a palace among princesses in Saudi Arabia, being on the glacier was her unicorn—her prized trip.

      She walked down the streets looking at the people in thick coats with fur around the hoods covering their faces. Those were the tourists, because the residents of the town had on knit caps and gloves that said their bodies were accustomed to the winter cold. They looked fresh and full of life, like the cold had immortality properties because even the older generations moved with lively steps.  Kryslyn stepped into the storefront where she had already set up rental of the snowmobile and the pack gear attachment. Both would glide through the snow easily to her destination. The store owner, a man around fifty who still had handsome good looks and salt and pepper at his temples, Sigmund smiled at her, the skin around his eyes wrinkled like the first time she met him. Kryslyn smiled in return, at ease.

      Good Morning, Sig, did the rest of my purchases arrive? Kryslyn asked.

      He nodded. "Ja, Ms. Dale. Food, your pack stove, ice axe, ropes, harness, its all here."

      She loved the Norwegian accent and smiled when he yelled at his nephew working in the back and spoke a stream of his language towards the young man. She understood a few words like, ‘dangerous’ and ‘go with her’ as they spoke.

      Sig, I’m going to be fine, she said gently. I’ve gone to places on my own, even in the outskirts of Alaska and in Russia. I’m good to go.

      He waved his hand in disdain. "These places are not like the glaciers here, and they certainly don’t have is djevler."

      She didn’t understand those words and asked. "What’s is djevler?"

      Nothing. His nephew rushed out and gave his uncle a stern look. My uncle still believes in old legends, next thing you know he’ll be talking about frost witches that live in the ice.

      Sig muttered under his breath and spat. Do not speak of things you do not understand, boy. I will say nothing else. You young people lost your sense for the unknown. Take my nephew Jorge with you, he knows the area.

      Sig, I have my radios and my satellite phone. If anything happens I will call you first thing for help, Kryslyn promised.

      "Fine, Fine ung dame, but you keep to your promise, Sig warned. I will have everything out front in the morning."

      Thank you, Sig, she said. I will see you all tonight at the pub. Jorge, you owe me a dance.

      That I do, Jorge said.

      He was a handsome man, same blue eyes as his uncle and blond hair that he wore in wild curls.  He looked at her with interest in his eyes and she had no doubt he would go with her and maybe they would hook up. But this trip was about her peace and solitude; she wanted to look up at the Northern Lights alone. It was a Zen experience for her to be alone, a small human on a glacier in wonder of the universe. That night she danced and ate with the natives, hearing more than once that she shouldn’t travel to the glacier alone and of is djevler. That night in the warmth of her room and under the thick blankets piled there, she looked up the words; the meaning sent a child through her and she shivered. Kryslyn laughed it off as superstition and her shiver from the cold seeping under the blankets even though the fireplace in the room crackled delightfully. Is djevler meant ice devils and there was no such thing.

      * * * *

      The next morning, it was a balmy four below zero or as Kryslyn referred to it: shit-its-cold degrees. It was as the housekeeper who brought her breakfast and said, A nice day for a walk.

      Kryslyn laughed as she ate her breakfast of thick oatmeal with brown sugar and fruit, eggs and two muffins. A hearty breakfast would keep her full as she jetted across the snow. But there was also the fact that like her mother said, she ate like a lumberjack resided in her five foot four inch frame.  She dressed in layers—long johns, thermals, then jeans, two pairs of socks, a thick sweater, coat, scarf, heated gloves, hat. She grabbed her ski goggles on the way out.

      She was in Norway for four weeks and her room was paid up for the entire time. Her plan was four days on the glacier and then home to Narvik. She would take two more trips to the ice before finally going home.  Kryslyn could already tell she would miss the town and the people there when she returned to the United States. People she’d gotten to know over the first few days in Narvik wished her well on the trip. At Sig’s shop, his wife pressed an obsidian stone into her hand for protection against the ice devils.  Kryslyn thanked her graciously and tucked the smooth stone in the pocket of her coat. Outside she straddled the snow mobile and started the GPS unit that used satellite positioning she’d purchased for the trip. When she turned the key the engine roared to life and she felt the vibration along her hands. With a jaunty wave, she zipped though the streets and out of the town towards the unknown.

      The wind from her speed and the snow kicked up by the snowmobile skiing through the soft white ice whipped into her face. She laughed out loud before letting out a yell of delight. This, it was living; it was the rush of fire in her blood... it was her adventure. She turned west and it was well afternoon before she reached the edge of the actual earth in Fjord. She got off the snowmobile and looked over the frozen lake of Ofotfjord towards the horizon. Frostisen Glacier, she thought in wonder at the sight. The ice mountain in front of her enthralled Kryslyn.  She would camp on the frozen shores of the lake that night and the next day, leaving her pack at the campsite, make her way to the glacier. But for now she went about getting her tent up and her provisions in order. Her mother always thought she was crazy for being alone in some of these places but Kryslyn never felt more at peace.

      She watched the sun go down over the frozen ice and set the glacier afire with colors. The wind blew and she swore it sounded like music across the columns of ice on Frostisen. She listened with her eyes closed for a moment before digging into the stew she warmed up and the bread fresh from Sig’s wife. After about ten minutes of sitting by the fire, the cold seeped into her bones. Kryslyn went into her tent where the portable heaters kept it warm with just enough chill that she snuggled into her insulated sleeping bag. With the wind’s song in her ears, she fell asleep. That was until another sound woke her, the cracking of wood as trees groaned in agony as they bent and snapped. She felt for her cell phone urgently even though she was still half asleep.

      It wouldn’t work out in the wilderness because it barely had signal in Narvik, but she looked at the time.

      Three a.m., the fuck? Is part of the glacier cracking away? She sat up, not thinking, Why would trees be snapping if the glacier was cracking away? She pulled on her boots. The noise grew louder and her tent shook and she swore the earth was cracking under her feet. Kryslyn tried to keep her balance as she rushed out of her tent and looked toward the glacier. It stood stoic and almost a pale blue under the moonlight, not even a shiver. She whirled towards the tree line and watched in horror as the tall pines bent to the ground.  She saw blue, then silver swatches of color in the darkness, moving through the trees. Is djevler, ice devils. The thought was a fleeting one as she stared, holding her breath in anticipation and fear. When she saw what it was, she fell to her knees.

      Her legs had turned to jelly because before her was a dragon. Its scales were ice blue and silver and its eyes the darkest shade of sapphire she’d ever seen. It looked at her with what she could only say was curiosity and then anger. The dragon snarled deep in its throat and moved towards her in a predatory way.

      Kryslyn shrieked in terror, and turned to run, abandoning her campsite and running across the ice. She was either having the worst nightmare or hallucination but she wasn’t waiting around to find out which.  The ice could hold her but she hoped that the dragon would consider its weight against the thickness of the ice. She looked back and saw it blow a stream of cool breath that froze her tent and everything around it. Great, icy breath, she thought and kept running.

      She didn’t hear it following and didn’t dare look back, but she felt the breeze and heard the flap of its great wings. Her next scream was caught up in the wind and she felt her feet leave the ground. A huge claw was around her waist and as she looked down the earth was further and further away. Holy

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