When Julian wakes to find three beautiful women on his bed his thoughts are predictably X-rated. When he discovers that the three women are the Fates, the gods responsible for the death of his beloved, he is livid... until he hears their proposal. They will give Julian three days with Jacklyn. Three days to love her, touch her, kiss her, and change the course of history. Three days to tell her his secret.
Three days to prevent the death that never should have happened.
Praise for Frost Bite
"This is a wonderful story of love reclaimed, and new beginnings. There is a happy ever after that these two really deserve, and a surprising new beginning for them as well. The heat level in this one is off the charts, and is the perfect warm up for a cold night."
-- Holly, Whipped Cream Reviews
"How can my heart not bleed for a vampire who is facing eternity without his woman? Ms. Morrigan has a knack for drawing out raw emotions from readers and that is evident in Christmas Cookies: Frost Bite."
-- Amethyst Nymph, Literary Nymphs
"This story may be short, but that doesn't mean it won't put your emotions through the wringer. These two light up the sheets (and the balcony, and the kitchen), but there is a very raw quality about their interludes that make it very believable."
4 Angels! -- Dawn W., Fallen Angels Reviews
"Tuesday Morrigan, with her marvelous skill as a writer weaved together a dark and intriguing romantic supernatural saga that sent my adrenaline climbing. I stayed on the edge of my seat as I waited enthusiastically for the outcome."
-- Wanda Maynard, The Romance Studio
"Jacklyn and Julian are the epitome of soul mates in every way. A good, hot, romantic holiday read."
-- Snowdrop, Whipped Cream
"Christmas Cookies: Frost Bite is a delicious snack that left me wanting more. The story is told by Julian's point of view and I'm always a fan of an alpha male made weak (and ultimately strong) by love."
Four Stars! -- Amy Wynn, Ecataromance Sensual
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Christmas Cookies: Frost Bite
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Copyright ©2007 Tuesday Morrigan
The raven-haired beauty turned to Julian and gave him a smile that brought to mind images of intimate nights. He tried to think of when and where he had met her. And what had they done to garner that slick smile. Nothing surfaced through the thick, milky haze of his intoxication.
He shrugged and reached for her. He would remember soon enough. Even three sheets to the wind he was capable of performing his duties. And since he couldn't recall a single thing about the girl, he didn't remember making her come.
As Julian's fingers reached for her, he noticed that she was not alone. A blonde and a redhead sat on either side of her. Two eyebrows lifted at that. He would have had to drink the blood of a million intoxicated humans to forget coming home with three different beauties.
Maybe it was time to lay off the drinking.
"Yes, Julian, it is time. Time to clean up your life," said the darkest woman.
He peered at her curiously. She'd read his mind. But she wasn't a vampire. Interesting. "And why would I want to do that?" Julian had gone to great pains to live his life exactly the way he wanted to.
"You drink from the scum of the earth and waste the gifts Fate gave. You don't get close to anyone. Not anymore."
He turned to catch the frigid gaze of the blonde. His smile widened at her obvious displeasure. Julian was used to people being disgusted by him. He was, after all, a vampire. "You can leave anytime you want to."
His softly murmured words seemed to grate down the spines of all three women for they stiffened in surprise and irritation. After a moment the redhead spoke. "Julian, you do not want us to leave before we have told you why we came."
"We are the Fates," the trio said in unison. "And we have come to correct a grave wrong."
Julian was too shocked to respond for a moment. "What the hell is this wrong?" he growled between clenched teeth.
The redhead looked at him with sober eyes. "We cut a life short more than fifty years before its end."
Julian knew what the redhead was going to say next before her full, pouty lips had even opened.
"Jacklyn's death was a mistake. It never should have happened."
His roar of pain ripped through the air as he charged the woman in the middle of the trio, the woman who had admitted to killing the love of his life. He came to a halt several feet from them. An invisible wall prevented him from moving any farther.
The redhead lifted one eyebrow at him. Wiped from her face were all traces of understanding. She slowly lifted her right palm revealing a burned image of a loom. Her eyes darkened becoming an indigo color. Julian felt his feet leave the ground. He attempted to struggle against the invisible hold the Fate had over him but it was no use.
He glared down at them in mutinous rage.
"We are not alone in our fault for her death."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"You know as well as we do, Julian, that Jacklyn's death was a result of your lies. We have pulled many strings to give you this gift. Do not let it go to waste by making the same mistake. You have three days, Julian. Make them count. Do what you never had the strength to do before."
Bloody cryptic Fates, Julian thought as his eyes closed. He was suddenly too exhausted to keep them open.