Anya’s icy world is about to heat up…
Anya has loved Joshua for years. Unfortunately, he’s her protector, and a romantic relationship between them is forbidden. . . More
Former Kazakhstan, year 3145 A.D.
1,000 years ago, nuclear war destroyed the face of the earth, leaving it frozen in a permanent ice age. And yet mankind still has not learned. Battles for power continue to rage upon the earth...
Anya’s icy world is about to heat up...
Anya has loved Joshua for years. Unfortunately, he's her protector, and became Baron of their territory when her father was murdered. According to the Old Barons' Law, a romantic relationship between them is forbidden. Breaking the law is unlikely to become an issue, however, for Joshua has made her choices clear--either she must choose to marry their mortal enemy, Onred, or else her people will continue to die in the bloody war.
Joshua must get Anya out of his territory before he does the unthinkable and breaks the protector’s sacred trust. When Onred proposes an end to centuries of brutal war, Joshua accepts the bargain. Bound by duty and honor to protect his citizens, and fulfill his sworn vows to Anya’s dead father, he will do what is right, no matter the cost to himself.
Should Anya accept her fate? Can Onred be trusted? Or is he a madman, who will drive their world to the brink of destruction?
Pitch black had settled in outside. With it, a deep, biting cold swirled into the cave.
She really should put out the fire.
But it was so warm and friendly. And Anya felt so alone.
Put it out. It was time to get going. Although the cave entrance was partially blocked, someone at the perfect angle might see the light. Maybe that one, last, persistent pilot—although she hadn’t heard the craft since noon. He must have given up, too. For now.
Unfolding her trowel, Anya chipped up a mound of frozen ice and mud and cast it onto the fire. It flickered, but didn’t go out.
“Don’t put it out on my account.”
The low, rough voice made her gasp, and she whipped out her laser.
He seemed to fill the entrance. The elite, cream military parka made his shoulders seem wider, his body more solid and forbidding.
“You.” Hands trembling, she lowered the weapon.
“Of course it’s me. I’m your protector. Who did you think would come for you?”
Palpable fury simmered in him, deep and hot, yet tightly leashed, as were every one of his emotions, always. In the past, she had wished that just once she could break through the impenetrable shell he enclosed around himself. Just once, she’d like to see him snap, to glimpse the true man underneath all the medals and the power that fit him like a glove. To especially see beyond the shiny honor of hero worship with which she’d clothed him when they had first met. She had always wanted to please him.
Third Place, Global eBook Awards