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Cold Snap (In From the Cold #1)
Cold Snap (In From the Cold #1)
Cold Snap (In From the Cold #1)
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Cold Snap (In From the Cold #1)

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In From the Cold #1
Pulp Friction 2014
Cold Snap
Professor of Literature Finn Lorensson is unashamedly a romantic. In his own words, he's a white knight in search of a charming prince to save. In fact, he's doing a good deed by stepping into the breach for his long-time friends and landlords at Mountain Shadows when a voice on the phone sends him tumbling headfirst into love/lust/fascination.

Four months later, a self-absorbed Dr. Cannon Malloy shows up in the flesh and has the poor grace to not remember their conversation. That could be because he's running from his past and too busy looking over his shoulder to appreciate what's right in front of him.

A winter storm and circumstance conspire to bring them together, but it'll take more than a charming smile and a pure heart to bring this frog-prince in from the cold.

About Pulp Friction 2014

Laura Harner ~ Lee Brazil ~ Havan Fellows ~ T.A. Webb
The Pulp Friction 2014 Collection. Four authors. Four Series. Twenty books. One fiery finale. Spend a year with an eclectic group of strangers brought together through circumstances, as they are tested by life, and emerge as more than friends.
The strongest bonds are forged by fire, cooled in air, smoothed by water, grounded in earth.
Although each series can stand alone, we believe reading the books in the order they are released will increase your enjoyment.

Round One:
Firestorm (Fighting Fire: 1)
Cold Snap (In From the Cold: 1)
Blown Away (Whispering Winds: 1)
Higher Ground (Earthquake: 1)

LanguageEnglish
PublisherLee Brazil
Release dateMar 31, 2014
ISBN9781310502842
Cold Snap (In From the Cold #1)
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Lee Brazil

Somewhere in a small town in up-state New York are a librarian and a second grade teacher to whom I owe my life. That might be a touch dramatic, but it’s nevertheless one hundred percent true.Because they taught me the joy of reading, of escaping into worlds crafted of words.Have you ever been nine years old and sure of nothing so much as that you don’t belong? Looked at the world from behind glasses, and wondered why you don’t fit?Then turn the page and see... there you are, running from Injun Joe in a dark graveyard; there you are fencing with Athos; there you are...beneath the deep blue sea- marveling at exotic creatures with Captain Nemo.I found myself between the pages of books, and that is why I write now, it’s why I taught English and literature for so many years, and it’s why my house contains more pounds of books than furniture.If I’d had my way, I’d have been a fencer...or a starship captain, or a lawyer, or a detective solving crimes. But instead, I am a writer, and that’s the best thing in the world to be if you ask me, because as a writer, I can be all those things and more.If I hadn’t learned to value the stories between the pages, who knows what would have happened? Certainly not college...teaching...or writing.

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    Cold Snap (In From the Cold #1) - Lee Brazil

    In From the Cold #1

    Pulp Friction 2014

    Cold Snap

    Professor of Literature Finn Lorensson is unashamedly a romantic. In his own words, he's a white knight in search of a charming prince to save. In fact, he's doing a good deed by stepping into the breach for his long-time friends and landlords at Mountain Shadows when a voice on the phone sends him tumbling headfirst into love/lust/fascination.

    Four months later, a self-absorbed Dr. Cannon Malloy shows up in the flesh and has the poor grace to not remember their conversation. That could be because he's running from his past and too busy looking over his shoulder to appreciate what's right in front of him.

    A winter storm and circumstance conspire to bring them together, but it'll take more than a charming smile and a pure heart to bring this frog-prince in from the cold.

    PULP FRICTION PRESENTS

    COLD SNAP

    By

    LEE BRAZIL

    SMASHWORDS EDITION

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, locations and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. As such, any resemblance to any persons, living or deceased, businesses, events, or locales is coincidental.

    Cover Art by © Laura Harner

    Cover art photo : © Andrey Kiselev - Fotolia.com

    Editing by Jae Ashley

    Copyright January 2014 © Lee Brazil

    All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof

    may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever

    without the express written permission of the publisher

    except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

    Trademark Acknowledgements:

    The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following trademarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

    AutoZone: AutoZone Parts, Inc.

    Band-Aid: Johnson & Johnson Corporation

    Ferragamo: Salvatore Ferragamo S.P.A.

    FTD: Florists’ Transworld Delivery, Inc.

    Ghostbusters (namely, Stay Puft Marshmallow Man): Columbia Pictures Industries, Inc.

    Google: Google, Inc.

    Grumpy (the dwarf): Disney Enterprises, Inc.

    Shelby: Carroll Hall Shelby Trust

    Snow White: Disney Enterprises, Inc.

    Sorel: Sorel Corporation

    Subaru: Fuji Heavy Industries Ltd.

    Tylenol: Johnson & Johnson Corporation

    Under Armour: Under Armour, Inc.

    Volvo: Volvo Trademark Holding AB Corporation

    Cold Snap

    Chapter One

    I fucking hate Arizona. It was supposed to be hot in Arizona. Dry. Desert. Cannon Malloy shivered in his thick down coat and sniffed. His car was literally buried under snow. Not even the roof was visible. The university's maintenance crew had made sure of that.

    Tentatively, he reached out and brushed at the mound of snow that covered his ’66 Shelby. The dry powder scattered easily enough, but the icy wind blew it right back at him. It stung like someone had thrown a handful of tiny knives into his face, making his eyes tear and his chapped lips crack.

    Frigid water seeped into his boots, wetting his socks and chilling his feet. He rocked, feeling his body lose its grip with calm as he began shivering and shaking, swaying back and forth. Fucking cold. He groaned. Turning his back to the wind and the car, he dug in his pocket for his cell phone and hit the first number as if by instinct.

    While the phone rang, he studied the car next to him enviously. Even with six inches of snow on its roof, it was reassuringly visible. Visible, and somehow familiar. Had it been there when he’d parked that morning? A shiver that was not weather-related racked him.

    There must be thousands of SUVs like this in Flagstaff alone, let alone in the state. When would he stop jumping at shadows? Thinking everything familiar was suspect?

    Unlike his own car, the university maintenance crew had apparently been unable to bury the SUV.

    Then again, maybe they hadn't tried. Maybe he'd gotten special treatment. And maybe he'd brought a healthy dose of paranoia to Flagstaff with him?

    That had to be it. He dismissed his concern as someone finally answered the phone.

    Cannon? Rory's voice sounded sleepy, as though he'd awakened the man. It was possible. Seven o'clock in Flagstaff was the same as nine in Atlanta.

    Sorry to wake you. He felt foolish now. How the hell could his friends in Georgia help with his car buried in a snowbank in the university parking lot in Flagstaff, more than half a country away?

    We weren't sleeping. What can we do for you? A low-pitched growly rumble from the background made Cannon blush as he realized that there were other reasons for that low tone of voice than sleep.

    Nothing. I'm sorry I called. My car is buried in snow and I should have dialed roadside assistance, but my thumb slipped. Liar, liar, pants on fire, he sneered at himself, staring into the dark, clear sky and blinking back tears that had nothing to do with

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