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Hot Like Fire, Cold As Ice
Hot Like Fire, Cold As Ice
Hot Like Fire, Cold As Ice
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A man like him should come with a five-alarm warning…

Vivacious and bubbly Melissa “Missy” Thornton is a career-driven lobbyist on top of her game. She is sent to convince eccentric billionaire Henry Parker to lease out his oil-rich land in Alaska. Before she could meet him, she gets into a car accident and stranded in a snowstorm. She would’ve frozen to death if a handsome stranger hadn’t helped her.

Henry “Hal” Parker likes solitude. As a polar bear shifter, he prefers to live in the wilderness rather than the glamourous life he left behind after his fiancée died. When he helps a trapped Missy from her car, he wonders if it’s a sign for him to finally move on. He can’t get his eyes off her and their attraction is instantaneous. 

It doesn’t take long before Missy falls hard for him. Does it matter when Hal forgets to mention he’s a werebear? Uhm, maybe. Regardless, fur or no fur, a guy like him is perfect to curl up with in front of fireplace waiting for the ice to melt…
 

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Release dateJan 16, 2016
ISBN9781524243531
Hot Like Fire, Cold As Ice

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    Hot Like Fire, Cold As Ice - Lizzie Lynn Lee

    Lizzie Lynn Lee

    A man like him should come with a five-alarm warning…

    Vivacious and bubbly Melissa Missy Thornton is a career-driven lobbyist on top of her game. She is sent to convince eccentric billionaire Henry Parker to lease out his oil-rich land in Alaska. Before she could meet him, she gets into a car accident and stranded in a snowstorm. She would’ve frozen to death if a handsome stranger hadn’t helped her.

    Henry Hal Parker likes solitude. As a polar bear shifter, he prefers to live in the wilderness rather than the glamourous life he left behind after his fiancée died. When he helps a trapped Missy from her car, he wonders if it’s a sign for him to finally move on. He can’t get his eyes off her and their attraction is instantaneous.

    It doesn’t take long before Missy falls hard for him. Does it matter when Hal forgets to mention he’s a werebear? Uhm, maybe. Regardless, fur or no fur, a guy like him is perfect to curl up with in front of fireplace waiting for the ice to melt…

    First Edition 2016

    ©Copyright Lizzie Lynn Lee January 2016

    Cover Art by (Lizzie Lynn Lee) ©Copyright (January/2016)

    Edited by Tina Winograd

    Proofread by LinnieSarah Helpern

    This book contains material protected under International and Federal Copyright Laws and Treaties. Any unauthorized reprint or use of this material is prohibited. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author.

    This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogues in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

    Table of Contents:

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    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

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    Chapter One

    Missy Thornton mistook the man for a polar bear.

    She almost screamed her head off, when out of nowhere, he loomed against the car window. She realized it was only a guy in white parka but the hood on his jacket was heavily trimmed with fur resembling a fluffy bear.

    Christ!

    How silly she was. Her heart pounded against her ribcage. Her nerves rattled from the car trouble, and panic had made her see things. But bears lived in this area, right? After all, this was Bumfuck Nowhere.

    Walapusk, Alaska. Population three hundred from the chamber of commerce booklet she’d read and the last place she ever wanted to be.

    Missy was a desert girl, born and bred in Arizona. She wasn’t accustomed to the frigid artic temperature. Or the never ending snow. She’d never driven in these kinds of treacherous road conditions. When she traveled to DC or New York, she’d always taken a cab or had someone else drive her.

    Her trip to Alaska was scheduled on short notice and her travel arrangements were totally messed up. Her secretary was on maternity leave and the temp couldn’t do jack shit besides glue her eyes to her phone all day.

    After hours of rough riding in a small engine charter plane from Anchorage, Missy was dismayed that her journey hadn’t yet ended. The city of Walapusk was a two-hour drive from the airport. No driver was available at the car rental agency so she had to drive herself. On her way to Walapusk, the rental car hit a patch of black ice and it promptly sent the car spinning into a shallow ditch.

    Thank god she was okay but the incident made her a nervous wreck.

    It was a good thing the airbags hadn’t deployed, but her problem didn’t end there. She was trapped and couldn’t get the car out of the snow. She tried some tricks she saw on TV to get the tires out of the mud but they didn’t work. Snow was different than mud.

    Just awesome. She was royally fucked.

    On top all of that, her phone didn’t work because there was no signal in this goddamn place. She wondered how people here communicated. Smoke signals? She was about to give up on waiting to be rescued and planned to crawl out of the car to continue her travel on foot when someone tapped the window of the driver’s seat.

    It isn’t a bear, relax. It’s only a guy.

    Oh, hello. Upon a closer inspection, he was a very good-looking guy.

    Scratch, that. Hot guy alert.

    He rapped on the glass, motioning to power the window down.

    The rental car was an old sedan without fancy features and the window had to be rolled by hand. No OnStar or any navigation system. She suspected this car ran on gasoline and prayers.

    She cranked the glass down.

    Are you okay, ma’am? the man asked. His voice was deep. Throaty and masculine, it caressed her seductively, like long lost lovers recently reunited. It sent a delicious thrill straight into her spine.

    On top of that, the guy had the bluest eyes she had ever seen. Azure tinted with light gray. They were breathtakingly mesmerizing.

    Missy swallowed hard before finally finding her voice. I—I had a little accident. My car skidded off the road.

    I see that. You must be from out of town. Are you hurt?

    She shook her head. I’m fine. It was just scary. I’ve never driven on icy roads before. I swear I didn’t do anything out of the ordinary when suddenly I lost control of the car. It just went off on its own.

    I know what you mean. That’s why you have to ease off the gas when you see ice on the road. The stranger’s eyes scrutinized her carefully. His gaze roamed inside the car and across the dashboard, searching for the telltale signs of damage. He looked relieved. I’m glad you’re okay. You’re freezing. Your teeth are chattering. It’s not safe for you to be outside in this kind of weather. A snowstorm is coming. How long have you been in here?

    I don’t know. Forty minutes perhaps? I tried to call for help but I couldn’t get any signal. I don’t want to keep the engine running because I don’t know if the exhaust pipe is blocked or not.

    He nodded in agreement. Normally, you should keep the engine running periodically so you can maintain the heat in the car. But in this situation, it’s wise you turned it off. Your muffler is completely stuck in snow. You’d get carbon monoxide poisoning had you kept the engine running. Anyway, mobile phones don’t usually work in this area. We’re far from any cell tower. We use landline, radio, or satellite phone.

    Satellite phone? Bummer. What else should she have expected by venturing into this desolate piece of land? It seemed that a long, long time ago, someone here had royally pissed God off and he made this place inhospitable with snow and below freezing temperatures.

    She suddenly missed the hot Arizona sun. Even in February, the temperature hovered in the lower seventies. Houston wasn’t too shabby this time of the year either. Coming here was a shock for her system. To fight cold, she wore layers of thermal undergarments beneath a jacket so thick, she could barely move in it.

    How could people live in this place? There were only snow and ice as far

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