What happens when the warmest woman in Cedar Falls decides the coldest man in town needs a little thawing?
Elias Cross thinks he’s in control.
He just hasn’t met me yet.
I’m the sunbeam with a crowbar,
and the Ice King’s castle walls never stood a chance.
Especially after he saves a child at a local festival,
walks into my first-aid tent bleeding and takes off his shirt.
At that point, whatever happens next is at least partially his fault.
Definitely his shoulders’ fault.
I''m simply a woman of medicine.
And a firm believer of opportunity.
Then Cedar Falls pairs us for pediatric visits, charity dinners, and one deeply unfortunate costume situation involving white pants.
That is when I discover the Ice King may be composed,
but he is absolutely not unaffected.
And the ‘little’ part?
Yeah. That was me underestimating the situation.
So naturally, we make rules.
Public composure. Private combustion.
No tempting the Ice King where there are witnesses.
But Elias doesn’t kiss like a man keeping things casual.
He kisses like a man who knows exactly where the line is,
then waits for me to cross it.
And this sunbeam is about to find out if the Ice King burns.
~Tempt the ICE KING
She is warmth by choice. He is control by instinct.
The rules are simple, sensible, and absolutely doomed.
Genre: Romance
Elias Cross thinks he’s in control.
He just hasn’t met me yet.
I’m the sunbeam with a crowbar,
and the Ice King’s castle walls never stood a chance.
Especially after he saves a child at a local festival,
walks into my first-aid tent bleeding and takes off his shirt.
At that point, whatever happens next is at least partially his fault.
Definitely his shoulders’ fault.
I''m simply a woman of medicine.
And a firm believer of opportunity.
Then Cedar Falls pairs us for pediatric visits, charity dinners, and one deeply unfortunate costume situation involving white pants.
That is when I discover the Ice King may be composed,
but he is absolutely not unaffected.
And the ‘little’ part?
Yeah. That was me underestimating the situation.
So naturally, we make rules.
Public composure. Private combustion.
No tempting the Ice King where there are witnesses.
But Elias doesn’t kiss like a man keeping things casual.
He kisses like a man who knows exactly where the line is,
then waits for me to cross it.
And this sunbeam is about to find out if the Ice King burns.
~Tempt the ICE KING
She is warmth by choice. He is control by instinct.
The rules are simple, sensible, and absolutely doomed.
Genre: Romance
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