 Fire and Ice
 Genre: Urban Fantasy / Hot Flashes
ISBN: 978-1-59596-775-6
Released: December, 2007
:: Buy it at Changeling Press ::
The ice man cometh...
Elle Sutcliffe will do anything to stay far away from happy couples making out under sprigs of mistletoe. So when her best friend asks for a favor on Christmas Eve, she quickly agrees. After all, she only has to watch an ice cream store for a couple of hours.
Or so she thinks, until she learns there's more than frozen yogurt in the walk-in freezer. When she sneaks inside to investigate, she finds a six-foot ice sculpture of a naked man, carved to mouthwatering perfection.
If only Elle's body temperature didn't run hot enough to melt ice from two feet away, she might be able to put all that hard masculine beauty to some real use.
Then again, one brief touch couldn't hurt... could it?
Reviews
5 CHERRIES! "I always love it when such a short, sexy story is such a complete one. Lacey Savage manages to fit wonderfully written characters, a nice holiday story and – literally – steaming sex into the pages of this quick holiday delight. Great conversations, descriptions and motivations make this everything I love about a short story. A sexy hero who sizzles make this everything that is great about erotic romance." -- Aster, Reviewer for Whipped Cream
5 STARS! "Magical events and dynamic characters combine to make CHRISTMAS COOKIES: FIRE AND ICE an enchanting fantasy full of sizzling heat and blazing sensuality. The imaginative mind of Lacey Savage always produces winning stories with outstanding plots and endearing characters. This fascinating Christmas story will have readers smiling from the intriguing incidents surrounding its spirited couple, where incredible circumstances have one wanting to believe in the reality of their situation. Elle and her fantasy man are steamily portrayed, and their desires are played out in fiery ways. The vivid thoughts expressed by Elle are especially arousing, as her mind conjures up exactly what she would like to do with the gorgeous ice man. Packed with an abundance of passionate emotions which are sometimes even poignant, this is definitely a rewarding sensual read. For an irresistible holiday story where the result is pure magic, CHRISTMAS COOKIES: FIRE AND ICE is incomparable." -- Amelia Richard, Reviewer for eCataRomance Sensual
5 HEARTS! "This is a story that is different and unique. Readers and fans of Lacey Savage will recognize her flair for the erotic. This is a hot, hot story and is sure to melt the panties off the reader. But, Ms. Savage also has the knack of telling a good story that captivates with twists and turns and surprises. Her characters leap off the pages and she knows how to keep her readers turning those pages. This reviewer couldn't help but melt while reading this sensual, erotic story. And she will certainly look at walk-in freezers in a different way in the future, wondering if maybe there could be a perfect, ice man inside to cool her off. For an erotic thrill, pick up this story now." -- Valerie, Reviewer for Love Romances and More
5 HEARTS! "This is such a cute story and wow who wouldn't want to find a gorgeous naked man in their freezer. I loved this little story. Elle is such a wonderfully vulnerable character; I was drawn in from the first page. I would highly recommend this one if anyone is looking for a nice hot break from realty." -- Sandra, Reviewer for The Romance Studio
4 1/2 LIPS! "In this short story from the Christmas Cookies series, Fire and Ice, Lacey Savage weaves a heated tale about a woman too frozen to gamble with her heart, and the ice man who brings her to life. Christmas Cookies: Fire and Ice is a story so romantic it left this reviewer sighing—a wonderful read in any season." -- Alisha, Reviewer for TwoLips Reviews
4 ANGELS! "Fire and Ice by Lacey Savage is part of the Changeling Christmas Cookies series and an excellent addition to the series. The characters in this book are both entertaining and appealing with enough heat between them to melt an iceberg. Author Lacey Savage has penned a unique short story that will definitely warm up a cold winter night." -- Tammy, Reviewer for Fallen Angels Reviews
Excerpt
A smile tilted the corners of Elle's mouth. She should introduce herself. Ask him if he needed anything. Cup of coffee, Mr. Blackhawk? Frozen yogurt? Me, spread-eagled and covered in melted French vanilla?
Before she could change her mind, Elle took a deep breath and pushed the door open. The seam hissed and cold air escaped the interior of the freezer in a fine mist.
"Hello?" she called out as she entered. "Mr. Blackhawk?"
No response. A lone overhead bulb cast bright neon light directly above the center of the freezer's interior, but the edges of the room remained shrouded in darkness.
Elle cleared her throat as she waited for her eyes to adjust. "Liam?"
Nothing. Not even the flick of a chisel or the scrape of a boot against the floor. Disappointment weighed heavily in her gut. He wasn't here.
Oh, he'd definitely been here at one point. She could make out the silhouette of the finished sculpture from her spot by the door. But aside from that and a few discarded tools, the freezer was obviously empty of all but commercial ice cream cartons.
"Figures," she mumbled under her breath.
She barely felt the cold, but her body hummed as though coming alive in the freezing temperature. Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples ached, begging to be touched. She slipped her hand over a puckered nub, drawing it gently between her thumb and forefinger. Arousal zinged down her veins, shooting straight to her clit.
At least she'd see the statue before anyone else did. Later tonight she could fantasize about Liam's hands caressing the ice while she brought herself to climax.
All alone. Again.
Not that things would be any different if she ran into Liam. It's not as though he'd shove her up against the wall of the freezer and yank down her jeans, thrust his hand between her legs and --
Her thoughts scattered as she finally made her way around the sculpture. A gasp escaped her throat. She stared in mute awe, knowing her jaw was hanging open but unable to close it.
It was breathtaking. No, Elle corrected herself, he was breathtaking.
She'd expected another one of Liam's signature couple poses. Instead, he'd sculpted a man. A fully naked man who towered over her 5'3" frame by at least a foot, his head almost brushing the ceiling. His arms were slightly outstretched, as though inviting her to step within the circle of his embrace.
Elle's breath halted in her throat. Her heart hammered hard against her ribcage. Another step closer and she'd ruin it. Her feet felt glued to the ground. She didn't dare breathe as she waited to make sure she'd stopped far enough away.
When she was confident her proximity hadn't messed with the ice, Elle forced herself to look again, slower this time, starting from the bottom. The bulb swayed slightly above her head, scattering its muted neon glow on the crystalline ice, revealing the perfection of Liam's strokes and emphasizing the firm, hard lines of the perfect masculine body.
Her gaze caressed the sculpture. She wished she could touch it, but she didn't dare. Instead, she tried to content herself with studying the sinewy curve of the man's calves, his knees, his thick, muscular thighs -- and came to an abrupt halt on his erect cock.
She gulped hard. The shaft was perfect, long and thick and hard, curving upward slightly as though leaning in to kiss the man's perfectly sculpted abs. She could even make out small, ropy veins traveling along the underside of the impressive rod.
The bulbous head was no less striking. Even the tiny slit had been lovingly chiseled, making it appear as though a drop of moisture glistened in the small groove.
Taut, heavy balls hung down from the base of the shaft. If she peered closely enough, Elle could even make out the thin etchings of pubic hair marring the globular surface.
She whimpered, giving in to the inescapable fact that her lust had blossomed a hundred fold in the past five minutes. Now hopelessly wet, Elle felt her panties sticking to the folds of her pussy. Her clit throbbed as she stared with unguarded fascination.
She inched a little closer and licked her suddenly dry lips. Just one touch... that's all she wanted. One tiny, insignificant sweep of her fingertip across that luscious cockhead.
Then she'd be gone.
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