Falling in love should never be this dangerous.Ī Simon & Schuster audio production. Becca Fitzpatrick is the author of Black Ice, Dangerous Lies, and the Hush, Hush saga, including Hush, Hush Crescendo Silence and Finaleall four of which debuted as New York Times bestsellers. Is he an enemy? Or an ally?īlack Ice is New York Times bestselling author Becca Fitzpatrick's riveting romantic thriller set against the treacherous backdrop of the mountains of Wyoming. The task is made even more complicated when Britt finds chilling evidence of a series of murders that have taken place there.and in uncovering this, she may become the killer's next target.īut nothing is as it seems, and everyone is keeping secrets, including Mason, one of her kidnappers. Before Britt can explore her feelings for Calvin, an unexpected blizzard forces her to seek shelter in a remote cabin, accepting the hospitality of its two very handsome occupants-but these men are fugitives, and they take her hostage.īritt is forced to guide the men off the mountain, and knows she must stay alive long enough for Calvin to find her. "When I kiss a girl, I like to know she's thinking about me, not the fool who gave her up.Brit Pheiffer has trained to backpack the Teton Range, but she isn't prepared when her ex-boyfriend, who still haunts her every thought, wants to join her. "You're damn right I'm jealous,” he growled.
You're trying to cut him down because you're-you're jealous of him!" Is he in love with you? Was he ever in love with you?" "If you know him so well, it shouldn't be a hard question. My careless comment made him flinch, but he recovered quickly.
I-I wish I was with him right now!" I exclaimed untruthfully. "For your information, he was a really great boyfriend. "Whatever happened between me and Calvin isn't your business,” I fired back. "Do you really want to pretend like last night never happened?" "Was it your ex who taught you to be ashamed and uncomfortable with intimacy? He took from you what he wanted, but never seemed to be around when you wanted something back, isn't that right? What do you want, Britt?" he asked me point-blank. "You seriously think I'm going to tell you?" When was the last time you were really kissed?" he repeated. "That so? I wonder, then, why you moaned my name after you drifted to sleep." I scrambled out of my stupor long enough to quip, "Like last night's kiss?" "And I'm not talking about the dry, noncommittal, meaningless kiss you forget about as soon as it's over." “When was the last time you were kissed?" he went on easily.
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