Frost's Bite (The Mystic Bay Series Book 3) has been released!

 

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He’s what things that go bump in the night fear.

Tragedy brings the ice elemental, Nicholas Frost, to America and lands him on the doorstep of the High Council. While surrounded by a group of Guardians who question his offer to kill the vampire Jackson, Nicholas stumbles across the man fate has decreed his. Although overjoyed, the secret he hides is now in jeopardy of being revealed.

Something lethal lurks within.

Cold. Powerful. Feared. A killer. Like the softly falling snow, Nicholas is silent and deadly. Always alone. Always guarded. His abilities are unrivaled, and other paranormals avoid him. With good reason.

And the man fate has paired him with is a truthsayer—a living lie detector.

Guardian Jonas Parker is convinced fate has made a monumental mistake. Guardian lifespans are practically eternal. Elementals only live a couple of hundred years. No way that golden thread which links them means what he thinks it does. Surely fate wouldn’t gift him with a man he’ll outlive?

Jonas is a truthsayer, which is difficult enough. Add in the chance of an accidental surface reading if he touches bare skin, and no one is willing to get close to him. Jonas can dig into anyone’s psyche and unearth all their secrets regardless if they’re willing are not.

No secret can remain hidden from him.

While Nicholas and Jonas struggle to figure out how a mating can work between two such different paranormals, Jackson plots. As the final battle looms on the horizon for the men of Mystic Bay, a terrifying prospect has emerged—something not even Nicholas and the others may be able to defeat.

Frost's Bite (The Mystic Bay Series Book 3) is COMING VERY SOON~

 

Blurb: 

He’s what things that go bump in the night fear.

Tragedy brings the ice elemental, Nicholas Frost, to America and lands him on the doorstep of the High Council. While surrounded by a group of Guardians who question his offer to kill the vampire Jackson, Nicholas stumbles across the man fate has decreed his. Although overjoyed, the secret he hides is now in jeopardy of being revealed.

Something lethal lurks within.

Cold. Powerful. Feared. A killer. Like the softly falling snow, Nicholas is silent and deadly. Always alone. Always guarded. His abilities are unrivaled, and other paranormals avoid him. With good reason.

And the man fate has paired him with is a truthsayer—a living lie detector.

Guardian Jonas Parker is convinced fate has made a monumental mistake. Guardian lifespans are practically eternal. Elementals only live a couple of hundred years. No way that golden thread which links them means what he thinks it does. Surely fate wouldn’t gift him with a man he’ll outlive?

Jonas is a truthsayer, which is difficult enough. Add in the chance of an accidental surface reading if he touches bare skin, and no one is willing to get close to him. Jonas can dig into anyone’s psyche and unearth all their secrets regardless if they’re willing are not.

No secret can remain hidden from him.

While Nicholas and Jonas struggle to figure out how a mating can work between two such different paranormals, Jackson plots. As the final battle looms on the horizon for the men of Mystic Bay, a terrifying prospect has emerged—something not even Nicholas and the others may be able to defeat.

Excerpt:

WHEN ALONE in the snow-covered hills, peace prevailed. Outside noise fled, and silence was a constant companion. It wrapped cold arms around all it touched, offering the feeling of being the only person to have ever walked this path.

To Nicholas, it was paradise.

Funny how those feelings reversed in an abandoned building. There was something sinister about a structure obviously erected at great expense, then simply left unused. And in the dark of night? Well, the mind plays tricks, asking what monster skulked through the corridors, waiting to sink its greedy claws into unprotected flesh.

Nicholas was that monster.

Satisfied he heard only one beating heart, he crept forward. After dodging barbed-wire fencing, he pushed his way through thick foliage, moving soundlessly toward the towering, decrepit warehouse. Finding an unlocked side entrance, he slipped into the building.

It had been allowed to fall into disrepair and suffered from vandalism. Trash littered the floor, and every window he passed had been shattered. Broken beams of moonlight fought the darkness as Nicholas walked the maze of twisting corridors toward the open, main floor.

As he drew closer, he expanded his senses. Good. Still only the one beating heart in all the silence, along with the stench of cigarettes now. Such a nasty habit. But it did have its uses—like disguising scent. He lifted his hand, and a rather strong blast of arctic air flooded the immediate area.

“Fucking hell! Dammit, Frost.”

Nicholas chuckled. Yes, he imagined his informant didn’t appreciate the chilliness, since he was ectothermic. That’s what he got for smoking. While Nicholas did request this meet, and knew the paranormal waiting for him, he wouldn’t relax his guard. A lax assassin was a dead assassin.

He sniffed the air currents again. Nothing human had been there in a long time. The only living paranormal inside was the one who Nicholas expected. Nothing undead lay in wait, either. To him, vampires smelled slightly musty with a hint of moss. And, as odd as it sounded, decaying mushrooms.

Satisfied no one else lurked, he strolled onto the main floor. 

Tuesday Teaser

 

This is an excerpt from Frost's Bite, #3 in the Mystic Bay series.

Everybody was through eating, finally, and Jonas seriously thought about cheering. All this tension couldn’t be good for his digestion. Then Paul suggested that they wait in the living room while he and Andy cleaned the kitchen.

That meant he and Nicholas would end up alone with each other while they waited. He wasn’t sure that was the best idea. He needed a minute to get his body under control, for all the good it would do. Somehow Nicholas could smell what he was doing to Jonas.

“Oh, I can help Andy with that if you need to speak to—”

Nicholas grabbed Jonas by the hand and dragged him out of the kitchen. Jonas was still stuttering when Nicholas spun him, wrapped his arms around him, and stuck his tongue down his throat.

Jonas froze. Every thought in his head fled as Nicholas kissed him like there was no tomorrow. The taste of this man rocked Jonas to his very soul, and it terrified him.

When Nicholas pulled back, Jonas moaned. He dropped his head on Nicholas’s shoulder and heaved a deep breath. “You scramble my brain, and I really need caffeine in order to deal with you.”

“After we leave here, I will provide your much-needed coffee. Name the place.”

Jonas leaned back and studied Nicholas. “Did you just ask me out? I’m not sure since there was no asking in that that sentence.”

“I would be honored to provide you your much-needed coffee, then.”

Even if he’d wanted to, Jonas couldn’t have stopped smile that crossed his face. “You do know the difference between a statement and a question, right?”

“I do.”

Why not go out with Nicholas? He wanted to, and he was tired of being good all the time. He’d been called stuffy and straightlaced more than he cared to remember. He was tired of being alone all the time too.

He didn’t understand what this was between them, but why not enjoy it? He’d deal with the pain of it ending later, because it had to. There was no possible way they were mates. But what if they actually were?

Tuesday Teaser

 

This is a short excerpt from Frost's Bite, #3 in the Mystic Bay series

He honestly didn’t see how Paul and Andy made their relationship work since it was incredibly rare for a Guardian to have a mate, and Andy was not Paul’s. What would Paul do if one day Andy found that one person who belonged to him?

Guardians were so long-lived, they were practically immortal, and aging stopped around thirty or so. Very few paranormal lifespans lasted as long as theirs.

Vampires lived as long as they did, but they were the undead. Half their existence was spent avoiding the sun, silver, and pointy objects. Then there was the drinking blood thing. Plus, most were arrogant beyond belief.

Merfolk fell into the long lifespan category, but, generally speaking, they were assholes who’d just as soon drown you as look at you. There were two kinds, but only those who could transform into a more human appearance ventured onto land, usually to unleash chaos upon unexpecting humans.

Then there were the Reapers, or Angels of Death as some called them, and they frankly spooked Jonas. They were generally impartial; neither good or bad. A Reaper transported souls from the physical world to the afterlife—there was no Heaven and Hell as humans believed.

They were one of the few paranormals who could restore life, but if they did, another one was forfeited. They were eternal and creepy as hell. Not to mention they carried a scythe, something no Guardian wanted near since it could not only kill them, but also destroy their soul—a true death—if the Reaper so chose. There was no coming back from that.

Long lifespans were why this thing with Nicholas confused him. There was no way he was Jonas’s mate, regardless of the golden thread he saw. Nicholas might be a paranormal, but elementals lived only a few hundred years, like werewolves.

Tuesday Teaser

 

This is a short excerpt from Frost's Bite, #3 in the Mystic Bay series

 At three hundred years old, this was not the first man Jonas had been with, so what was happening to him? Nicholas completely took him over. That had never happened. He never allowed it, but he liked it. A lot. He wanted to give everything to Nicholas. 

When Nicholas nudged Jonas’s head to the side and nibbled a path down his neck, he willingly bared his throat. He moaned when Nicholas sucked hard, marking him. Something pressed against his skin, and he squirmed from an odd stinging sensation. 

Electricity jumped between them, and Jonas clutched at Nicholas as the desire between them swirled. He wanted to feel Nicholas’s hands all over his body, feel him pushing his cock inside him, feel his heart beating against his. His spirit reached for the one who belong to him and—

“Hey! Don’t make me get the water hose after you two,” Andy yelled, amusement heavy in his voice.

Tuesday Teaser

 

This is a short excerpt from Frost's Bite, #3 in the Mystic Bay series

The tips of Jonas’s ears burned as blood rushed to his face. Shit, shit, shit. If Nicholas could scent him, then everybody around them most likely could too.

“It smells like freshly baked chocolate chip cookies—a rich aroma with a hint of cocoa, sugary dough, and butter that intoxicate the senses.”

Jonas shivered at the heat in those words. His desire smelled like cookies? Why had no one ever told him that? Was that a good thing or not?

“It calls to me. Makes me want to devour you.”

Jonas’s cock perked all the way up at the need in those words. He was all for devouring. Absolutely. His cock was on board with the idea too. Nicholas could start there, in fact.

He’d kill to see those pink lips stretched around his dick. Unable to help himself, he stared at the oddly swirling colors in Nicholas’s gaze. So pretty. So… memorizing. He swayed toward Nicholas.

“Your gaze, it heats me up.”

Jonas swallowed roughly. The predatory hunger in Nicholas’s gaze excited Jonas, sending sharp spikes of need through his body. Inches apart, their breath mingling, he threw caution to the wind and leaned toward Nicholas.

Tuesday Teaser

 

This is an excerpt from Frost's Bite, #3 in the Mystic Bay series.

Now this was just ridiculous. He’d never had such a reaction to another being.

Glancing around the area, he rearranged his cock as discreetly as possible. The hair on the back of his neck rose almost immediately, and like a moth drawn to a flame, he made eye contact with Nicholas.

Cool air circulated around them as Nicholas slightly raised his chin, his nostrils’ flaring slightly. Jonas blinked in confusion. That gesture almost looked like what a wolf or a vampire did when scenting.

Nicholas prowled across the blood-soaked ground, coming straight at Jonas. Jonas, a damn strong Guardian in his own right, stood rooted to the spot, staring like a deer caught in headlights. There was something predatory in that gaze, something voracious. Nicholas didn’t stop until he was seriously intruding in Jonas’s personal space.

With less than a foot between them, Jonas could clearly see Nicholas’s feature. His breath caught at the cold beauty in front of him. The long white hair and toned body that wasn’t heavily muscled were striking.

But the delicate facial features, slight dent in the chin, stubs around the lips and eyebrow didn’t scream threat. Until one felt his power. Until one looked into Nicholas’s eyes.

Then you just knew you’d met your match. Death loitered there, waiting to strike. Those icy eyes were striking at the best the times, but when he used his power, eerie swirls of blues flitted in Nicholas’s eyes.

“I smell your desire. It overpowers all else.”

Tuesday Teaser

Excerpt from Frost's Bite, book #3 in the Mystic Bay series. 

Once Nicholas was done, he paused, his hands on his hips. Nonchalantly he glanced around the area, watching Hunter’s wolves working. Jonas could see the werewolves were sweating. Many of them had not bothered to wear jackets, which wasn’t surprising since they tended to run hot, and had tugged off their shirts even.

Frowning, Nicholas raised a hand. As Jonas watched, blue sparks rose from Nicholas’s hand. They swirled, gaining in strength. A few wolves stopped what they were doing, their gazes on the man with magic sparking from his fingers. Jonas saw the wolves’ unease.

Power rose, silent and cold, whirling out from Nicholas. A breeze swept the area where the wolves worked—and only that area—bring cool relief. No one moved, then finally a wolf whistle softly. Another shut his mouth with a snap then nudged the guy next to him. Someone applauded quietly.

Waves of energy danced around Nicholas, teasing the loose white stands of hair around his face, lifting them. His braid danced in the air, fluttering around him. 

Holy goddess, Jonas was uncomfortable too, but not for the reason the wolves were. The man was sexy as hell. He flipped switches Jonas didn’t even know he had. He shifted uncomfortably as his jeans tightened. Half hard, his cock pressed against his zipper.

Tuesday Teaser

 

“Okay. I’m going to get on the road since it takes the better part of an hour to get home. Later!” Mick tossed over his shoulder as he left.

Mick should be glad Nicholas hadn’t traveled further. Narathon was indeed an hour away from Mystic Bay, which was nothing for someone who came all the way from Russia to take care of business. Nicholas finally heard the distant roar of Mick’s truck starting and shook his head. For someone who didn’t like attention, Mick certainly drove a loud vehicle.

Speaking of things demanding attention, he once more tugged his cell out, unlocked it, and pulled up the calendar. No wonder Mick’s reactions drew his attention… and that insidious need Nicholas despised. It had been six months since the last time.

Nicholas swallowed heavily. He’d hoped for a bit more time before he was forced to take care of the problem, but it didn’t look like time was on his side. His hand tightened, and he purposely relaxed his hold. No point crushing his cell, even if he was annoyed. Better to feed that need now than wait for to it became uncontrollable.

Tuesday Teaser

 

“Fucking hell! Dammit, Frost.”

Nicholas chuckled. Yes, he imagined his informant didn’t appreciate the chilliness since he was ectothermic. That’s what he got for smoking. While Nicholas did request this meet, and knew the paranormal waiting for him, he wouldn’t relax his guard. A lax assassin was a dead assassin.

He sniffed the air currents again. Nothing human had been there in a very long time. The only living paranormal inside was who Nicholas expected. Nothing undead lay in wait, either. To him vampires smelled slightly musty with a hint of a moss. And, as odd as it sounded, decaying mushrooms.

Satisfied no one else lurked, he strolled out onto the main floor. Standing in a sliver of moonlight was a tall, muscular man. All around him was rusted machinery and equipment, some of which was broken. Tiles and twisted wires hung from the ceiling. Layers of dust and dirt cover every surface.

“Such a hostile place to do business.”

“It does have a delightful ambiance, does it not?” Nicholas stopped several feet away and glared at the cigarette. “Those are horrible. The scent is atrocious.”

Mick dropped the cigarette on the concrete floor and stomped it out. “Hey, you worry about your vises and let me worry about mine.”

“If only I had vises to worried about.” Nicholas mused. He was certain Mick didn’t hear the sarcasm in his words. “Good to see you, Mick.”

“Ordinarily I would say the same, but”—Mick waved his hand around—"the creep factor here is over the top. Even for you.”

“It was for your safely. You cannot be seen with me right now. You do not want to catch the attention of the one you have information on.”

Mick huffed. “No, no, I don’t. This is some shit, for sure.”

Nicholas studied the man in front of him. Little telltale signs of nervousness caught his attention, and he didn’t think it was because Mick was away from his swamp.

Mick’s heart rate was up, and Nicholas tried hard not to stare at Mick’s neck where his pulse fluttered. Mick was tense, and his breathing was slightly elevated. Something dark moved deep within Nicholas—a need that wouldn’t be denied much longer.

Tuesday Teaser (a little late lol)

Frost's Bite, #3 in the Mystic Bay series

Chapter One – Nicholas

WHEN ALONE in the snow-covered mountains, peace prevailed. Outside noise fled, and silence was a constant companion. It wrapped its cold arms around all it touched, offering the feeling of being the only person to have ever walked the path before you.

To Nicholas, it was paradise.

He smirked. Funny how those feelings reversed in an abandoned building. There was something sinister about a structure that was obviously erected at great expense, then simply left unused. And in the dark of night? Well, the mind played tricks, asking what monster skulked through the corridors just waiting to sink its greedy claws into unprotected flesh.

Nicholas was that monster.

Satisfied he heard only one beating heart, he crept forward. After dodging barbed-wire fencing, he pushed his way through thick foliage, moving soundlessly toward the towering, decrepit warehouse. Finding an unlocked side entrance, he slipped into the building.

It had been allowed to fall into disrepair and suffered from vandalism. Trash littered the floor, and every window he passed had been shattered. Broken beams of moonlight fought the darkness as Nicholas walked the maze of twisting corridors toward the open, main floor.

As he drew closer, he expanded his senses. Good. All he heard was the one beating heart in all the silence, along with the stench of cigarettes now. Good gods, such a nasty habit. But it did have its uses—like disguising scent. He lifted his hand, and a rather strong blast of Arctic air flooded the immediate area.

“Fucking hell! Dammit, Frost.”