Two and a half years ago I started the Elven Life blog. It started out as a daily slice-of-life blog based on my life as if I had actually been a Changeling. What you may not know is this blog saved my life, sanity, and marriage. When I started writing I had just left my full time high tech job and miscarried a pregnancy. I felt like I had fallen down a deep, forgotten well. All I could do was tread water in the dark and wonder how long I could last.
Elven Life gave me a new view on my world and it became so much more. It grew into epic stories about Princess Alizeyah and her friends. Suddenly I had permission to be creative, wear pajamas all day, and more deeply embrace my love of coffee. Lisa has been with me since almost the beginning, and together we have laughed, cried, pulled out our hair, and overdosed on sugar and caffeine. This has really been an adventure for both of us.
Then about a year and a half ago we brought Kenzi on board. We had over a million words of content between the blog posts and two books. We were gearing up for our third book and needed another set of eyes. She just clicked with us and we quickly became the three musketeers.
Now with a legal battle over our blog in the rear-view mirror as it is slowly (too slowly) being converted into books, and four books out in our Otherworld Realms series, we have decided to begin new adventures in some other worlds. These new adventures, worlds, and characters will by no means replace our Otherworld Realms series, which we will start publishing as books in 2017. Instead, these new adventures are here to allow me as the writer and you as the reader to branch out some.
With that, I would like to announce Demon’s Oasis. The Demons project will be a series of books done in the Asian light novel style. These stories will follow Jessie Soma, an American woman, who through a series of events ends up working as a host in a club in Tokyo. The length of each book will run roughly to a comparable length of Snow Pixie and Holiday Spirit for Hire.
No, this is not a gender bender or a case of mistaken identity. She is a woman, working as a woman, hosting women, in a host club. While we will explore some traditional manga style tropes, you can count on Isabelle style humor and a twist of the paranormal as the title suggests.
If you are a fan of my existing works, enjoy shoujo manga, light novels, or paranormal romances, they will certainly be a series to check out.
Snow Pixie came out today for the Kindle. I am super excited to offer it first on Amazon Kindle. The hard copies will be available next week. Thank you all for those who have pre-purchased the book. I really hope you enjoy Suzy and Quint’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it.
As promised each Friday leading up to the release I will be posting a chapter of Snow Pixie. No part of this post or blog may be reproduced without written consent from Author Isabelle Saint-Michael or Elven Life Productions President M. Kat Thomas. Thank you for reading.
We arrived at Justin’s “cousin’s” home shortly after leaving the hospital. The home had actually been a piece of property Markus Kringle, the current Santa and Justin’s uncle, had acquired almost one hundred years ago in the city of Chicago because he got a good deal on it. Since then paper had changed hands to make sure it passed down through the family every decade or so.
Even now the Victorian brownstone was well maintained. Dark hardwood steps and banisters leading to the floors above gave it a warm feeling. Of course, Joy visiting each year to decorate it helped too. Reaching out, I gripped the back of a green overstuffed couch and smiled. It was the closest thing to home I had known for the last century before I fell asleep. Before that I stayed in drafty boarding houses each year.
“So where have you been all this time?” Justin asked, breaking my train of thought.
“I wish I knew. I just sort of popped into existence yesterday. I was expecting it to be nineteen fifty-four, not two thousand sixteen,” I explained.
“What happened all those years ago? We all expected to see you at the show Christmas Day, and when we arrived you were nowhere to be found.” His concern shone in his eyes. “We spent months looking for you.”
I thought about the question long and hard. “I thought Jerry was the one,” I answered simply.
“Your skating partner?” Justin asked as he ducked into the kitchen. I heard the sounds of clicking and clanking before he returned with a tray of cookies and tea. Walking into the living room, he set the tray down on the table and patted the couch seat beside him.
“You are so much like your mother it is as if Lucus didn’t play any part in making you,” I teased.
Flashing me a smile that showed off his dimples, which more than a few women found swoon-worthy, brought back happy memories. With a shrug he handed me a cup. “I think I’m all right with that.”
I laughed despite myself. I already felt lighter. “Yes, I thought Jerry was the one,” I said, and suddenly my memories turned sad and bitter. “He wasn’t though. That became painfully clear.”
I nodded. “He didn’t even show up.”
“That’s horrible. We didn’t know. I should have suspected something when he said he hadn’t seen you and then introduced us to his fiancé from the chorus line.” Justin’s face was a mask of concern.
“Brunette, red lips, and legs up to the sky?” I asked.
“Honestly, I don’t really remember,” he offered apologetically. “I think we all just assumed you had decided to spend Christmas elsewhere at the news your partner was engaged. Then year after year you didn’t come back.”
“I faded from public memory and soon from all of yours,” I finished his statement.
“Hey now, I never forgot you. The Kringles never forget anyone. It is both our gift and burden,” he said finally with a heavy sigh. His eyes turned apologetic as he stared at me. “So what really happened?”
“I went to my father and explained I had a challenger for my heart. Someone kind who would gladly resist the chill,” I shrugged. “He never came. I waited and he never came for me. I went looking for him and found him with her. So I left. I went and found my father, and told him I was done feeling. I was done with pain. I had him turn my heart to ice and then I shattered it.”
Justin stared at me slack-jawed. “So you are walking around without a heart? You mean figuratively, because last I checked everyone needs a heart. It’s why driving a stake through Vampires will kill them. Nobody survives without one.”
“The Winters do. Surely you’ve heard that Winter has no heart?” I pointed out.
“Yeah, but they mean the season, not the person,” he retorted.
“Oh, go suck on a jingle bell! There is no winter without my family. Just like there is no Christmas or Yule without the Kringles,” I couldn’t help but snap.
“Actually, there is both a Christmas and a Yule without us. We had nothing to do with either of those. We just add to the season.” He said it with such a matter-of-fact tone I felt like flicking him in the forehead.
“You know what I mean,” I argued.
“So, you’re heartless. Is that what made you so cranky? Shouldn’t you be all emotionless?” he asked.
“I don’t know, according to you I should be dead.”
“You should be! If your heart was destroyed, you should be dead. I totally believe that there is a magic that would allow you to remove it and even freeze it to keep from aging, but destroying it should kill you. I mean, it kills Vampires and they’re nigh indestructible. It even kills Dragons. How can a Pixie not die?” Justin had stood up and cleared the teacups. Somewhere in all this chatting I had consumed cookies and tea without noticing.
“Snow Pixies aren’t real Pixies. We’re Elementals. You know that!”
Then Justin did what he did best. He defused everything with a warm chuckle and a big hug. “You get so wound up. I’m just glad to see you back.”
“Hmmpfff,” I responded, crossing my arms.
“Well what do you say we get you settled in to this new world, then we can worry about everything else? Do you want to stay here or the Pole?” he asked, clapping his hands together.
I took a deep breath through my nose and exhaled slowly. Taking my time I looked around the brownstone and ran my fingers over the many smooth wood panels. “I think I belong here. I can do the Harbinger job from here.”
Justin suddenly looked uncomfortable. “What’s wrong?” I asked.
“We have a Harbinger,” he explained.
“Really? Is Jack finally helping out?” I asked hopefully. It would be wonderful to see my brother.
“No, not so much. He’s been preoccupied. His oldest just started university this year.”
“Wait, my brother? Jack Frost? Mr. I’m-never-settling-down, I’m as frozen as father, has children?” I couldn’t believe what I was asking.
“Yup. He met a nice girl about twenty years ago and settled down. They have three daughters,” Justin couldn’t help but give one of his goofy grins when he told me.
“Wow! What about Dad?” I was compelled to ask.
“I don’t know lately. I haven’t seen him in over ten years. It was when Gwen and I broke up. Uncle Mark and Dad both see him a couple times a year. I’m sure I would know if anything was wrong.” Justin reached for another cookie but he stopped instantly at the sound of a new voice.
“Don’t you dare! You had to suck it in at your last tux fitting. If I have to avoid cookies for the next several weeks, so do you.” A warm but firm female voice snapped at him from the doorway. Justin dropped the cookie back on the plate like he’d snuck it out of Grandma’s cookie jar.
I turned to look at the owner of the voice that could successfully command Justin Kringle to do anything. Short and curvy with a long tangled mess of chocolate-brown curls stood a woman that could only be “the fiancé”. I smiled and stepped forward, extending my hand. “Hi, you must be Justin’s fiancé?”
At first she stared at it and I was afraid I had offended her. Then with what appeared to be a sniff in my direction she relaxed noticeably and took my hand. “Yes, I’m sorry. I’m Grace. I hope I didn’t scare you. Justin has gained almost ten pounds in the last month and it is enough to make his tuxedo pull.”
Despite myself I laughed and shot him a mocking look. “You’re not supposed to start working on the Santa physique until you are officially promoted.” Grace snorted beside me.
“How do you know I haven’t been?” he said, shifting back and forth from foot to foot.
“Easy, you would have sent someone else to check on me. Santa is way too busy this time of year. Honestly, I’m surprised you have time with the Holidays rapidly approaching, and from the sounds of it, a wedding,” I pointed out.
“True, I am busy, but I couldn’t just let someone you didn’t know come.”
Grace wrapped an arm around his waist and gave him an affectionate squeeze. “I wouldn’t want one of my friends waking up after a sixty year nap and not seeing anyone they knew.”
“You’re both sweet, but I’ll be all right. I just need to get to a bank and then call back Officer Flynn so I can give him a statement. Can one of you tell me where I can get a ‘sell’ phone and what I do with it once I get it?” I reached for the little gold bag that Justin had handed me.
The two of them engaged in a quick discussion composed of only meaningful glances before looking back at me. Grace turned to Justin. “Why don’t you head back to the Pole? I’ll stay and help Susan get settled in.”
“Suzy,” I said, correcting her.
Grace blinked at me. “I’m sorry?”
“Call me Suzy. This time of year I’m Suzy Snowflake,” I explained.
Grace looked back and forth between Justin and I. When he nodded she shrugged and looked back at me. “Like Suzy Snowflake the song? ‘Here comes Suzy Snowflake dressed in a snow white gown’…” she started singing.
“Yes, Rosemary Clooney sang that after meeting me at a club one night People loved it.” I laughed at the memory of getting tipsy and frosting all our martinis.
“Ok, Suzy Snowflake it is. If you wouldn’t mind my company, I would be happy to help you get settled in.”
As promised each Friday leading up to the release I will be posting a chapter of Snow Pixie. No part of this post or blog may be reproduced without written consent from Author Isabelle Saint-Michael or Elven Life Productions President M. Kat Thomas. Thank you for reading.
The next time I awoke it was to the grinding pain of the worst headache I could remember ever having. The throbbing started at the back of my head and radiated down my neck, into my chest, and then out from there. Beside me there was a steady beep from some kind of machinery. I flexed all the muscles in my body, only to realize my fingers were wrapped tightly around something. It made them tingle and sent a feeling of warmth spreading through my body.
I turned my head to take a closer look and immediately regretted it. The entire room rocked and I let out a groan. “Oh good, you’re awake,” came a groggy voice beside me. I forced my eyes open to stare into the face of the officer from earlier. “How do you feel?” he asked, reaching to grip my hand with both of his.
My pulse spiked and the beeping to my left grew faster. It was then I suddenly realized the beeps matched the beat of my heart and I began looking around cautiously, trying to avoid moving my head. I shouldn’t have a pulse. Why do I have a pulse? Clearing my throat, I met his gaze. “I feel like…” I caught myself. Pain. I hurt? “My head hurts,” I told him. “Where am I?” I asked.
“You’re at Northwestern Memorial Hospital,” he explained. “When you fell you hit your head quite hard. I didn’t realize you were injured until I saw the blood on the ice.” I shivered and he cut himself off. “Are you cold? I can get you another blanket.”
I waved my free hand. “No, it’s all right, I don’t really feel the cold.”
“Ah, because you are a figure skater,” he said, brandishing the excuse as if it were the missing puzzle piece that completed an unknown picture. Humans could and would believe anything that didn’t challenge their views of the real world.
“Exactly,” I confirmed.
Just then a doctor came in the room and gave us the once-over. “Excuse me officer, I came to check on the patient.” The doctor’s eyes slid over to me. He was a middle aged man whose skin was even darker than that of the gentleman beside me. “Miss, I’m Doctor Jacobs. Officer Flynn brought you in after you sustained trauma to the back of your head. Do you remember the accident?”
I paused and thought about what Dr. Jacobs was asking. “I fell on a patch of ice at the bottom of some stone stairs.”
“When Officer Flynn found you, you weren’t wearing shoes or a coat. You fled the scene of a crime. Do you remember any of that?” he asked, politely waiting for me to process the memory.
“Yes, a man held me at gunpoint and demanded I give him my wallet and cell phone.” Out of the corner of my eye I could see Officer Flynn nodding alongside me in confirmation.
“We were unable to find any identification on you, but we were able to locate a small purse with what appeared to be a business card inside. We contacted the Justin Kringle listed on the card in hopes that he could help identify you. Do you know him personally?” the good doctor asked.
I smiled. “Yes, I’ve known Justin since he was a kid. He’s a close friend,” I explained. I was startled when Officer Flynn’s grip tightened on my hand for a split second, but I did my best to avoid showing it by averting my gaze.
“All right then, would you mind answering a few questions for us then, so we can get your information?” he asked as he leaned down, shining a light in my eyes.
“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing?” I asked.
Doctor Jacobs stopped suddenly and stared hard at me. “Well yes, I suppose it is.” Stepping away he scribbled a note on a clipboard before turning his attention back to me. “What is your full name?”
“Susan Ross,” I answered.
“And your birthday, Miss Ross?” he asked politely.
“January first,” I answered.
“The year?” he prompted.
“Doctor, it is poor form to ask a lady her age!” I said with a huff.
Dr. Jacobs looked confused and I could hear Officer Flynn chuckle beside me. The sound made my insides feel like they were glowing with warmth. “Miss Ross, I must insist that you provide us with the information we need.” I started to argue but a knock at the door halted our conversation.
A deep male voice said, “Excuse me, is this the room for Susie Ross?” We all turned our focus to the man in the doorway.
Standing at about five foot ten, with shoulders broad enough to almost fill the doorway, stood Justin Kringle. His eyes sparkled mischievously, and his long sandy colored braid tumbled down his back. Dressed in a plaid flannel shirt, jeans, a navy blue pea coat, and a pair of duck boots, it was hard to believe this was the kid that had stolen Santa’s sleigh for a joy ride. “Justin!” I chirped happily.
He shuffled into the room and shook hands with the doctor before coming over to stand beside me. Clearing his throat he handed me a gold purse. “I stopped by the rink and picked up your things. It took me a while to find them, otherwise I would have been here sooner,” he said apologetically.
I unzipped the purse and pulled out what appeared to be a wallet. I fumbled through the brightly colored plastic cards within before pulling out what I assumed was my identification. Susan Creasting Ross. DOB: January 1st, 1986. “EIGHTY-SIX,” I squawked loudly as I crunched numbers in my head. With this new information I realized I must have been gone over sixty years.
The doctor, Officer Flynn, and Justin all looked at me with confusion. Grimacing, I apologized. “Sorry, I just realized how old I was getting.” Understanding lit Dr. Jacobs’s face and he scribbled the missing information down on the clipboard. Justin nodded along with Officer Flynn as if getting the joke. Sighing heavily, I handed the identification over to Dr. Jacobs and settled my gaze on Justin. “It’s been a really long time. I’m sorry that this was the reason for us getting back in touch.”
Justin waved away the apology. “A good friend is like good wine. It doesn’t matter if you enjoy them every day or only once in a while – it is still good.” His eyes sparkled with memories. He leaned over to the doctor and waved him to follow him out into the hall to speak. Justin, like any good Kringle, had a powerful gift of suggestion when it came to Humans. That’s why children always told Santa what they wanted for Christmas and how he knew if they were naughty or nice.
Officer Flynn still sat beside me with my hand in his. When he cleared his throat, I jumped. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. Once you’re discharged, would you mind coming down to the station so we could get your statement?”
“Do I really need to, or could I give it here?” I asked, not wanting to linger. I had a lot to get caught up on if I had been gone since the mid-fifties.
“I suppose I could take it here. We will still need you to come down to the station but I guess…” I cut him off by pulling my hand free of his and causing the beeping machine beside the bed to let out a high-pitched sound.
I looked around frantically as the doctor and several nurses came rushing back into the room. “Quick, check the patient,” said Dr. Jacobs before he saw me sitting up and blinking at him. Reaching over, he switched off the machine. “Miss Ross?”
I shrugged at him. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure what I did.”
Dr. Jacobs reached for my hand to find the clip on my finger was still in place. “Hmmmm, it must be faulty equipment. When they first brought you in, you didn’t have a pulse, but seemed to be breathing without any problems. Officer Flynn here helped us move you because we were concerned we were going to have to take action, and sure enough your heartbeat showed up.”
“Technology, what are you going to do?” I said, hoping I sounded more confident than I felt.
Dr. Jacobs chuckled and reached for his stethoscope. “I should still check, then we can start the discharge paperwork.” As he leaned in close to me I reached back and quickly grabbed Officer Flynn’s hand. I heard him gasp a little at my forwardness, but he gave it a warm squeeze.
Once again the sound of my heart pumped in my ears and I could explain neither it, nor the warmth that spread through me just touching the officer’s hand. The cold stethoscope touched my skin and I inhaled a deep breath. Normally cold sensations didn’t faze me, but they had been since I arrived back in this waking world.
“How’s she sound, Doc?” asked Justin from behind Dr. Jacobs. His eyes were intense on mine.
The good doctor laughed and lowered his device. “She sounds healthy as can be. If you’ll excuse me, I will have a nurse in here to get her on her way shortly.” With that the doctor promptly left.
I turned back to look at Officer Flynn, who now had his fingers laced between my own. “I think I would like to go get changed. Thank you for bringing me here and making sure I was taken care of.” He gave me a nod before I tossed my feet over the side of the bed. I started to stand up, but the clip on my finger slowed my process. Pulling my finger free, I began searching for the skating dress I had been brought here in.
The officer cleared his throat. “They were afraid you might have taken internal damage of some sort. I believe they cut your dress off. I can go check and see if I can find you something in the gift shop?” he offered.
Justin stepped forward, handing me a bag. “I wasn’t sure what the case would be, but I grabbed one of Grace’s outfits and brought it with me,” he explained. I made a mental note to ask who Grace was before nodding and heading towards the bathroom.
I unzipped the bag Justin had been smart enough to bring and pulled out the clothes within. I tugged on the jeans, which clung to my legs but gapped at the waist. I then pulled on a camisole and a thick grey sweater. I swam in the sweater, but it was clean and smelled like cinnamon and honey. Giving the mirror one more look, I worked my fingers through my hair and freed it from the remains of the braid and bun. The doctors must have pulled part of it down to look at my injury because it was a total mess. Sighing heavily, I turned back to the door.
As I started to push it open I could hear Officer Flynn and Justin speaking. “I’ve known Suzy forever. We met when I was still a kid.”
“She seems like she spooks easily,” Officer Flynn said with concern. “She doesn’t seem like she’s from around here, nor do you for that matter.”
Justin chuckled. “Oh, I have family that lives in the area. Suzy has been to Chicago quite a bit over the years. She skates here every winter. She’s better then Sonja Henie,” he said with a laugh.
“Better than who?” asked Officer Flynn.
Justin laughed again and apologized. “Sorry, she was a figure skater a long time ago. Suzy used to enjoy watching her old movies when we were kids.”
“Oh, gotcha. Uh, I have a question and it may not be appropriate. If it is out of line, I apologize,” Officer Flynn said, almost hesitant.
Justin didn’t give the police officer a chance to ask anything. “There is nothing between us but friendship. I’m getting married this Christmas. Suzy and I really are just friends.”
“How did you? I mean… was it that obvious?”
“I just happen to notice things others don’t.” Justin started to say something else but I pushed the door open, trying to pull on the shoes that were in the bag. Both men looked at me, a bit startled. “Do you need help with those?” Justin asked.
“No, I’m fine,” I said, quickly snapping to an upright position. The entire world swam around me and I grabbed the wall for support. Both men rushed forward but I held up a hand to stop them. “Just a bit woozy still,” I assured them.
“I should get you back to my cousin’s place so you can rest. The nurse said it’s been over twelve hours, so you should be okay to sleep,” he explained.
I turned my eyes to Officer Flynn, suddenly processing the new information. “How long was I out?”
He shrugged. “It was about four yesterday afternoon when we brought you in. It’s about nine in the morning now. You’ve been awake for about an hour or so now.” He looked at his watch and visibly had to think. “About sixteen hours give or take. Sorry, I’m a little tired, so my math skills aren’t up to par.”
“You stayed here all night?” I asked.
“Yeah, it just seemed like the right thing to do since we couldn’t find any next of kin or anything. Nobody should wake up in a hospital room alone without knowing why they are there.” He offered me a warm smile, revealing two rows of perfect white teeth.
“Thank you, that was very kind of you,” I told him.
Reaching forward, he squeezed my shoulder and I felt warmth spreading through my body again. Why his touch had such a reaction on me I wasn’t sure, but it was rather unnerving. “I’ve got all your contact info from Justin and if you wouldn’t mind, I would like to stop by this evening and take your statement.”
I looked at Justin, who gave me a slight nod, and agreed.
As promised each Friday leading up to the release I will be posting a chapter of Snow Pixie. No part of this post or blog may be reproduced without written consent from Author Isabelle Saint-Michael or Elven Life Productions President M. Kat Thomas.
The first sound I could hear was the beating of my heart. That wouldn’t have been so alarming if I had heard my heart beat anytime in the last sixty years. My heart didn’t beat. It couldn’t. That would imply that I had a heart to begin with.
The first sense I experienced when I awoke was always the same – smell. The scent of winter was distinct but very faint as the first of its familiar chills ran down my back. Then, like the winds of a hurricane, the icy blast hit me full force, causing me to suck in a breath at the shock of it. Balling my hands into fists, I cautiously opened one eye and then the other. Another gust hit me and made my silvery white hair dance around my face.
The sparkle of a sequin caught my eye and I looked down with a groan. “How could I have forgotten what I was wearing last?” I chastised myself.
“Excuse me miss, are you all right?” asked a concerned voice from behind me.
Whirling around on my heel I came face to face with an older gentleman dressed in a long brown coat. His hat was pulled low, covering the tops of his ears. The brim shadowed his eyes and the red scarf around his neck did its best to protect his lower face from the brutal wind.
Taking a deep breath, I plastered on my biggest smile and met his gaze. “Yes sir, just fine. I just needed a moment to collect myself.”
The man shifted his gaze left then right as if he were nervous. “I’m glad to hear that. Now, give me your wallet and cell phone,” he said, removing a pistol from the folds of his jacket.
“Why would I do that? And what is a cell phone?” I queried as I cocked my head at the gun pointing at me.
“Listen Miss, I don’t want to hurt you, so just hand over your wallet and phone and I’ll get out of here,” he told me again. He looked entirely too shaky for me to be comfortable with the gun in his hand.
“Sir, I’m not sure who you think I am, but I don’t have a wallet on me, or a cell phone?” I tried to assure him. As if to explain, I swept my eyes down towards my clothing. I was standing at the edge of a river wearing a glittering white skating dress. “Quite frankly, I’m not sure where I would keep it,” I said flatly.
His eyes shifted to my chest and he waved the pistol in the direction of my breasts. “You could have them tucked in there.”
“Of all the nerve!” I snapped, my temper flaring.
“Freeze, Chicago PD!” boomed an authoritative voice. We both turned to stare as two uniformed police officers moved closer with their guns drawn. “Let the lady go,” called the closest officer.
My assailant lowered his gun. I wasted no time standing around to be questioned. Without a word I began walking up the path the officers had come from, refusing to make eye contact with either of them. When I reached the top of the small embankment I forced myself into a run.
Rushing through the busy streets, I just barely noticed the peculiar style of dress people were wearing. I ducked around a corner and quickly flew down a set of stone steps. I would have been fine if not for a patch of ice at the bottom.
How embarrassing, I thought to myself as I twisted in the air and watched my bare feet suddenly appear overhead. “Oh frostbite!” I swore, connecting hard with the ground below and getting the breath knocked out of me.
The sound of running feet I hadn’t heard before now slowed, and before I could right myself, a strong arm slid under my shoulders and helped me sit up. “That was quite the fall. Are you all right?” asked a voice that was velvety and kind.
I turned my head to let the owner of the voice know I was unharmed only to find myself speechless. Staring back at me were two dark eyes the color of chocolate, framed beneath black, perfect brows. It took me a moment to notice the accompanying uniform and hat. This must have been one of the police officers from earlier. Shaking my head, I was forced to blink a few times to remember how to speak. “Yes, I’m all right. I think I’m just shaken up.”
“I figured as much when you took off from the crime scene. You really shouldn’t leave until an officer has had a chance to speak with you,” he explained, his eyes still running over me with concern. When they came to my bare feet his brows furrowed. “Where are your shoes?”
“I don’t know,” I answered honestly.
Taking the hand he held out in offering, I pulled back, startled, when I felt my pulse race at his touch. Stamping down the surprise I gripped his hand again, this time ignoring the sound of my pounding heart in my ears. As I was pulled to my feet and began to look around, I felt my stomach flip, and my vision went blurry. I gripped the officer’s hand tighter and threw my other arm around his neck. I heard him calling to me as my head swam and the world became darker and darker around me.
Just before I lost all consciousness I realized something. I felt different. I felt different in a way I had almost forgotten existed. I felt warm.
Detective Quintin Flynn is a complete workaholic. Even though he’s fourth generation Chicago Police and loves his family, he’s never made time to find a girl and settle down. Then one day he saves a Ms. Susan Ross from being mugged at gunpoint… and he can’t get her out of his head.
There’s something different about Suzy Ross. It could be that she’s the daughter of Winter, and her father has magically frozen her heart. Or it could be that she’s been sleeping for the past sixty years after a heartbreak shattered it. But even though Suzy thought she would never feel again, there’s something magical about Quint’s touch.
Is it coincidence, or love at first sight? Suzy doesn’t know, but she only has until spring to find out… or the magic of Winter will disappear and her heart will be shattered forever.
I spent 350 years (give or take a decade) looking for love. My father spent most of that time scaring my dates away, or if they were unlucky… encasing them in ice. He even decided somewhere along the way that I wasn’t responsible enough to take care of my heart and choose love for myself. So, much like the angst-filled poet I dated at turn of the century, he put it on deep freeze until someone could live up to his standards.
What did I learn from all those failed romances? People let you down. You can’t count on other people to make you happy if you can’t make yourself happy first. After a particularly bad break-up, that may have included me shattering my frozen heart and taking a 60 year nap, I’m back.
This November enjoy the icy weather and hot romance of Snow Pixie
Yep, you read it correctly. This year Elven Life will be transitioning from the website to Amazon. You may be wondering what that means for readers. Well, we are going back to the very first post and overhauling them. Little mistakes like the spelling of names will become consistent. Some of the unanswered questions I left floating out there will be answered. Oh, and did I mention new content?
So get ready. The Elven Life Chronicles are coming.
I know it has been a long time since last we spoke and you are very curious what has befallen Kat and the others. I want to tell you but I can’t. In summer of 2015 a company in India started plagiarizing my work. At the time we handled the situation the best we could. We then were informed of it again this past fall with the same group.
I do write books that I charge for but I have always wanted to offer and ongoing story for my fans free. I make so little on my writing as it is. It is truly a labor of love. I will not however standby and allow others to take credit for MY work and the efforts of my team.
This along with a change in copyright status for international writers has thrown a HUGE kink into my writing and publishing. Also, as of this past January, Lisa, Kenzi and I have decided to end our relationship with Otherworld Romance and will be publishing all future works under our own label.
We would like to take this opportunity to thank all of your words of encouragement and concern. Your emails, letters, and posts have meant the world to us and while we may be down at the moment we are certainly not out. You can bet on us.
Isabelle, Kenzi and Lisa