by Becca Fitzpatrick (Goodreads Author)
Sometimes danger is hard to see… until it’s too late.
Britt Pfeiffer 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. 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.
In exchange for her life, Britt agrees to guide the men off the mountain. As they set off, Britt knows she must stay alive long enough for Calvin to find her. 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.
But nothing is as it seems in the mountains, and everyone is keeping secrets, including Mason, one of her kidnappers. His kindness is confusing Britt. Is he an enemy? Or an ally?
BLACK ICE is New York Times bestselling author Becca Fitzpatrick’s riveting romantic thriller set against the treacherous backdrop of the mountains of Wyoming. Falling in love should never be this dangerous…
“When was the last time you were kissed?” he went on easily.
“And I’m not talking about the dry, noncommittal, meaningless kiss you forget about as soon as it’s over.” I scrambled out of my stupor long enough to quip, “Like last night’s kiss?”
He cocked an eyebrow.
“That so? I wonder, then, why you moaned my name after you drifted to sleep.”
“I did not!”
“If only I’d had a video recorder. When was the last time you were really kissed?” he repeated.”You seriously think I’m going to tell you?” “Your ex?” he guessed. “And if he was?”
“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.
“Do you really want to pretend like last night never happened?”
“Whatever happened between me and Calvin isn’t your business,” I fired back.
“For your information, he was a really great boyfriend. I-I wish I was with him right now!” I exclaimed untruthfully.
My careless comment made him flinch, but he recovered quickly.
“Does he love you?”
“What?” I said, flustered.
“If you know him so well, it shouldn’t be a hard question. Is he in love with you? Was he ever in love with you?”
I tossed my head back haughtily. “I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to cut him down because you’re-you’re jealous of him!”
“You’re damn right I’m jealous,” he growled. “When I kiss a girl, I like to know she’s thinking about me, not the fool who gave her up.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Black Ice
“They say that when you’re about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it’s twice as painful, because you’re reliving two lives that traveled one road together.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Black Ice