Frozen Stiff by LJ Vickery, new from Wild Rose Press, tells the story of an immortal god who can't find love until his Chosen shows up and rocks his world.
Enten, the god of winter, has spent centuries avoiding rejection from women. He might be cold to the depths of his very soul, but one woman — his Chosen — holds the key to melting his permafrost. To keep her, though, he must embrace the heat sweeping through his heart — and his body. Unfortunately, he and the group of gods he calls brothers are trapped on Earth's plane by a malevolent force that could bring violence to his Chosen's doorstep.
Gloria Wingfeather lived through hell, physically and emotionally singed by the viciousness of her ex-husband. For years, she's dedicated her time and her heart to making a life for herself. The sexy god of chill has the potential to heal those charred wounds or to set her ablaze with passion.
"You're awake." The female's soft voice washed over Enten like gentle waves.
"I am." He almost swallowed his tongue, getting his first glimpse of the woman poised above him. Holy shit. He didn't know where to look first. Her mahogany eyes, fixed to his, were large in her dusky brown face and surrounded by the longest, thickest lashes he'd ever seen. But her mouth... pink as a conch shell's secret whorls, pouty and plump, begging to be kissed. His eyes traveled to her long and regal nose, which had Enten believing the angel astride him had been born of kings. Her whole visage, surrounded by the softest looking riot of dark curls, held him spellbound.
"Glorious," he whispered, and color rose on her cheeks.
"No. Actually, my name is Gloria," she corrected. "Glory for short."
Glorious. Glory, Enten revealed to his fellow gods. She is mine, he cried. My Glory. He wanted to roar it to the heavens. He had heard everything his fellow gods said, and now knew ― because Lahar shared Glory's blood ― that she was not his relative but his Chosen.
He drew in several deep breaths, his eyes on the vibrant woman. He needed to calm the fuck down, because really, he should be apprehensive. Once she got a load of who he was, and what he was, she could just as easily reject him as accept him. He scowled at the realization. What could he possibly do to make this warm, lovely bundle atop him consider an eternity as his mate? Just because his amulet would eventually declare "keepsies" on her, didn't mean she would necessarily be on board. Short of kidnapping, there was nothing he could do to force her to be his other half.
Back in ancient Mesopotamia, all goddesses had steered clear of him physically, labeling him a freak, even amongst gods. Only in the vicinity of the Zagros Mountains of Asia, where the summer temperatures could reach 130 degrees, was he considered slightly useful — not as a fuck but as a cooling system. And even there, in the winter months, he was shunned once again. The goddesses weren't trying to be mean; they simply found themselves drawn to gods of normal body temperature.
When Enten had finally lost his virginity at the age of 2,710 in Merrymount, it had been to a stunning Abenaki woman coming down to trade from Maine. He thought he'd found his perfect match. But after professing an interest in his coldness, even a woman from the most frigid state in New England had moved on to seek warmer robes. He had been severely hurt by her leaving and grown even colder thereafter.
Enten fought back his fears. Maybe it wouldn't be that way with his Chosen. But so far, Gloria seemed hearteningly curious.
"How do you feel? Did you hurt yourself? Where did you come from? Hey. You speak English." She regarded him with wide eyes, her face not 10 inches from his own.
Enten wasn't sure where to begin, but he was happy she had so many questions. It would give him an excuse to keep her snug up against him for a longer period.
"I'm fine. I don't think I'm hurt, and yes, I speak perfect English. I'm from Quincy, which is right across the bay.”
He saw puzzlement wash over her face. "Then why are you dressed like..." She started to look down at his loincloth, where their hips joined, and must have thought better of it. He could swear she almost blushed.
Enten had to think quickly before she moved away. He needed to explain his dress and his current position, but it couldn't include anything about gods. At least not yet.
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