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  Table of Contents

  Frost Fire

  Table of Contents

  The Lore

  Blurb

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Epilogue

  Bio

  Copyright

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  Table of Contents

  Frost Fire

  Table of Contents

  The Lore

  Blurb

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Epilogue

  Bio

  Copyright

  The Lore

  Billions of years ago, the Maelstrome seeded the universe with their humanoid DNA, remaking it into their own image. They are nearly omnipotent beings with untold power, and they use it, in part, to control the Interstellar Parliament, which consists of a coalition of humanoid civilizations called the Prime planets, while Tertiary worlds, who haven’t completed manned expeditions outside of their own solar system, are excluded.

  One such Prime planet is Iradia, home of the Drakeborne Knights. Due to the white dwarf star at the center of the solar system, Iradia grows colder every year, and soon it won’t be able to sustain life. The Knights, a product of dragon and human DNA, were designed as super soldiers, to save the Iradians. They’ve come to Earth to mine scandium, which they’ll use to build a fleet of starships and establish a settlement on another planet.

  At this very moment, a comet, Nex-88, is headed for Earth, and it will destroy all life. Because Earth is a Tertiary world, salvage rights had been granted to other humanoid civilizations.

  Aliens are quietly looting resources, and Earth’s days are numbered.

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  A Wicked White Knight

  Blaze is a Drakeborne Knight with the power of touch, and he always leaves the fair maidens on Iradia wanting more. Now, he’s on Earth, completing a secret mission to save his planet. In the meantime, he’s trying to seduce Molly, but she’s not interested. No woman has ever turned Blaze down, and it only makes him want her more.

  Molly’s never been good with people and prefers the company of books. She’s laser-focused on her goal of becoming a researcher until she meets Blaze. He’s not like any man she’s ever met, in fact, she thinks he’s out of this world. Molly is determined to get to the bottom of this mystery, by any means necessary.

  And when her mother, a world-class medical researcher, starts acting strangely, she turns to him for help. Will Blaze win this maiden over? And can they save her from aliens intent on a brutal brain drain?

  Chapter One

  “Are they sword fighting again?”

  Molly Appleton, and her friend, Ivy Roberts, worked at the Sutherland Inn in Bleak Bay, Alaska. It was a chilly February afternoon, and they were on the third floor cleaning one of the guest rooms, which looked like a heavy metal band member had rented the room for the night—clothing and alcohol containers were strewn everywhere.

  The Smith brothers had been living at the inn for a few weeks, and they were downright strange, at least in Molly’s opinion. Although the Smith surname was common, their first names were all unusual—Link, Faro, Mydon, Jude, Crispin, Blaze, Rowan, and Destrian.

  They were in Blaze Smith’s room. Molly had spent the first few minutes tossing his discarded clothing into a wicker hamper. Long-term guests at the inn had the option of using the washing machines downstairs, but evidently, he hadn’t bothered.

  They’d also found a half a dozen cups, and bowls from the communal kitchen. Ivy had gathered them all up and took them downstairs for washing. Technically, guests were supposed to do their own dishes, but the inn needed the money. They literally couldn’t afford to anger any of the Smith brothers. Their financial support was keeping the business afloat for now.

  “Yes, but what else is new?” Ivy chuckled. “Hmm, you know, it might be the whole phallic symbolism thing, but watching them parry, and thrust with a sword is kinda sexy, or maybe I’ve got a medieval knight fetish.”

  “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t say that.”

  She’d caught the show before, but Molly couldn’t see their unusual guests at the moment because she was in the windowless bathroom. Although, she could hear grunts and the clang of metal.

  “Whatever works for you.”

  It was -39°F, and Molly didn’t need a visual to know the brothers weren’t dressed for the weather. They’d had more than a few bare-chested battles, acting like it was a warm spring day, instead of the dead of winter. And yet, none of them got frostbite or suffered through hypothermia.

  It was downright weird, and shouldn’t be possible, which was the whole point of this current secret mission. Molly was sick of questions, and she wanted some answers.

  “What are you doing in there anyway? We already finished cleaning the bathroom.”

  “Um, I found a couple of spots we missed on the floor.” Molly held her breath, hoping Ivy would believe her. She’d always been a terrible liar.

  “Well, hurry up, we’ve got two more rooms to finish.”

  The Sutherland Inn had once been a farmhouse, and it had been in Amy Sutherland’s family for generations. The enormous white house had a long, wraparound porch, with a dozen bedrooms, and three floors, so it was a pain in the butt to clean. It had a charming, shabby-chic kind of vibe, which was popular with mainlanders.

  Both Molly and Ivy wore several hats because it was a small family business. They did everything from light cleaning to checking guests in and out. In exchange for being on call at night, they also got free rooms. As a college student, Molly needed all the financial assistance she could get, and Ivy was saving to buy her own ballet studio.

  “I’ll only be a minute.”

  “Hey, genius, you left the mop in here. Seriously, what are you up to?” Ivy stood in the doorway with a hand on her hip.

  Evidently, her lie hadn’t been successful. She couldn’t think of another plausible one on the spot either, so Molly decided to fess up.

  “Looking for DNA.”

  There was a long judgmental pause.

  “Um, gross. I imagine you’ll find a lot of it. Captain Innuendo is kind of a man whore.” Ivy often referred to men by nicknames, Molly thought it was probably a way of minimizing their importance.

  “Not like that. I need something I can use for a DNA sample like a hairbrush or toothbrush.”

  “And why are you doing this?”

  “Because something strange is going on here, and don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.”

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bsp; “Well, I know they’re peculiar but so what? All that matters is, they’re staying here, and paying good money to do it. Ergo, you, and I get paid.”

  “Well, I care about scientific inquiry, and something is not right here. I’m going to get to the bottom of it, if it’s the last thing I do.”

  There was a reason Molly loved math, and science so much. Every problem had a solution, and she liked her existence to be well-ordered, and reasonable.

  “By testing him?”

  “Yes.”

  Molly didn’t want to say anything until she had concrete evidence, but she suspected there was more to the brothers than met the eye. To be precise, they were an anomaly and she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, but Molly hoped their genetic information would tell her something useful.

  “Whatever.” Ivy rolled her eyes. “You get ‘em, Nancy Drew and don’t forget to punch one of them in the solar plexus while you’re at it.”

  She was 5 foot 10 in her stocking feet. Ivy had a willowy build with long dark hair which she’d pulled into a neat bun at the nape of her neck. In addition to working at the inn, Ivy had a job at Mahalo coffee. Her work ethic was truly fearsome, and Molly didn’t know where she squeezed in enough time to sleep.

  “Hmm?” She was only half listening to Ivy. Molly rummaged through drawers but didn’t find anything.

  Didn’t the man brush his teeth or hair?

  “The solar plexus. She always hits people there.” Ivy pantomimed punching somebody in the gut, for good measure.

  Ivy might be a ballerina, but she had an aura of bad-assery. She favored black leather boots, and jackets, and loved saying she’d “cut a bitch” if necessary.

  Molly believed her. It might have something to do with growing up in the foster care system. Ivy had been abandoned as a child, and she’d learned how to take care of herself the hard way.

  Molly was an academic, and more comfortable with books than people. She had poker-straight, light-brown hair, blue eyes, and wore wire-framed glasses. Molly was 5 ½ feet tall with a thin build. She had a thing for turtlenecks, and cardigans, and Friday nights spent at a library, gathering a big pile of books to read, instead of a party.

  “Are you listening to me?” Ivy asked.

  “Yes, but I’m merely satisfying my curiosity. No one’s going to get punched.” She rifled through drawers but came up empty.

  “Molly...?”

  “What?” Molly didn’t have time to fool around. Any minute, Blaze would come charging up the stairs, and she wouldn’t get this chance for another week until they cleaned the room again.

  “What is the solar plexus?”

  Molly didn’t even have to think about it. “It’s a series of ganglia and radiating nerves from the sympathetic system situated in the stomach.” She was in her junior year of college and planning on becoming a biomedical researcher after she finished medical school, and her residency.

  “Then why didn’t the author just say so?”

  “I don’t know.” Molly had never read the Nancy Drew books. Instead, she’d been fascinated by the classics like Little Women.

  “I know why you’re so squirrely about this.” She snapped her fingers. “You took his temperature, didn’t you?”

  “No.”

  “Don’t lie to me.”

  “Okay, fine, I did.”

  She heaved a long-suffering sigh. “I can’t believe you!”

  “Why?”

  “Guess.” Ivy narrowed her eyes. “And what did you find out?”

  “His temperature was far too high. It registered in the 140’s.”

  “So what?”

  “So, he should’ve been in a coma or dead, not roughhousing with his brothers.”

  “Weird. And was he mad?”

  “No, I don’t think so.”

  “Meaning you don’t know?”

  “Well, it’s hard to tell. You know, I don’t read people well.”

  Her brows furrowed. “Why do you work here anyway? This isn’t your kind of place.”

  She shrugged. “To learn.”

  Molly didn’t have the greatest social skills. While she’d been a whiz in school, she found making friends difficult. It’s one of the reasons she’d accepted this customer service position at the inn. Her mother, Leslie, said interpersonal skills were invaluable to a biomedical researcher. If Molly wanted to secure funding for her projects, she’d have to convince people to give her money, which required charm, and persuasion.

  She didn’t possess either of those qualities.

  And then she found a slick stainless steel comb in the nightstand drawer. There were a few strands of hair clinging to it, along with the roots, which she could use.

  “Ha! Yes, I found it.” Molly pulled a Ziploc bag from her pocket, and plunked the comb down into it, before zipping it up, and tucking the baggie away again for safekeeping. She resisted the urge to do a victory dance.

  “And what about ethics?”

  “What about them?” Molly could hardly wait to get to her mother’s lab.

  “Have you learned about those yet?”

  She blinked, finally understanding what Ivy was driving at.

  “What? I’m not going to do anything bad. It’ll be used for a quick analysis, for my own knowledge.”

  “Oh yeah? Tell it to the jury, sister.”

  “Don’t be so melodramatic, what the Smith brothers don’t know, won’t hurt them.” She lifted her chin, daring Ivy to say something.

  “Maybe not, but this counts as theft, and it’s definitely creepy.”

  “You’re entitled to your opinion.”

  “And shady as crap.”

  The glee train came to an abrupt halt.

  “You won’t tell anyone, will you?”

  Ivy sighed “No, your secrets safe with me.” She frowned. “Come to think of it, I could blab to Amy, and she wouldn’t care.”

  “Oh?”

  “Have you notice she’s distracted lately?”

  “Yes, she spends all of her free time with Faro.”

  They were both friends with Amy Sutherland, even though she was technically their boss. Over the past few weeks, she’d been dating Faro Smith, and they hadn’t seen much of her.

  Molly had never been in love, but from what she understood, it was all-consuming, so she hadn’t given it much thought. Actually, Molly figured it was a huge waste of time. There were much more interesting things then mooning over some guy. There would be plenty of time for love later on after she’d gotten established in her career, and was ready to settle down.

  Leslie Appleton, her mother, had gotten married young, and then divorced five years ago, which had been devastating for the entire family. Her mother said they had drifted apart, but Molly always suspected her brother’s illness had put a strain on their marriage.

  Ivy frowned. “No, I think it’s more than that.”

  “Like what?”

  She shook her head. “I don’t know, but my Spidey senses are tingling.”

  “You think something’s wrong?”

  “I only know she’s not telling me everything, and I don’t like it.”

  Ivy and Amy had been best friends since they’d met in college. Maybe Ivy was so upset because this was Amy’s first serious relationship and Ivy felt left out?

  “I’m sorry.”

  “Yeah, me too. Well, I’m gonna get started on Crispin’s room.” She picked up a bucket of cleaning supplies from the floor and looped it over her arm. “Will you finish up in here?”

  “Absolutely.” Since she’d obtained the sample, Molly could concentrate once more.

  “Excellent and try not to commit any more felonies.”

  Molly fisted her hands. “It’s not a felony, it’s a scientific experiment.”

  “Denial, party of one, your table is ready.” Ivy cupped her hands leg a megaphone.

  “I’m not in denial.”

  “Oh, yes, you are, but I don’t have time to argue about it.”

 
After Ivy left, Molly turned her attention to the carpet.

  The room was pretty standard—gray carpet, white walls, with a queen-sized bed and nightstand and a chest of drawers along the wall. Molly put in her earbuds and started up the vacuum cleaner. As she zoomed over the floor, Molly listened to the latest Science Friday podcast on NPR.

  One of the reasons she loved this job, was the mindless nature of the employment. It gave her time to think, in between bouts of providing customer service, like Albert Einstein’s stint working in the patent office while he reflected on his theories.

  And then somebody grabbed her from behind.

  With a screech, Molly let go of the handle, and the contraption fell to the floor. She whirled around to find Blaze watching her, and it took her a moment to take all of him in. Like his brothers, Blaze was tall, with large shoulders, and packed with muscle. Blaze was also bare-chested, and his abdominals stood out in sharp relief.

  He filled a room with his presence, as though there were more to him than met the eye. Blaze had brown hair, and brown eyes, a neatly trimmed beard, and his skin had a copper appearance. Every once in a while, Molly thought his eyes flashed blue, although it must’ve been a trick of the light.

  Most women would consider him devastatingly handsome, and he knew it, too. He was an outrageous flirt, but Molly didn’t really care one way or the other. She had more important things to do than make eyes at a stranger.

  This afternoon, he wore a pair of tight blue jeans and black riding boots which came below his knee. When they’d first arrived at the inn, the brothers had dressed like Renaissance fair rejects. Since then, they’d gone shopping at the local general store and started incorporating normal clothing like jeans into their wardrobes.

  He plucked the earbuds from her ears. “Well, if it isn’t you?”

  He’d asked her up to his room a couple of weeks ago, and she’d declined his invitation. A man like Blaze probably had a harem at his beck and call, and she didn’t want to be one of many, no matter how hot he was.

  “Yep, it’s me.” Molly leaned over and picked up the vacuum cleaner, before switching it off. When the roar was silenced, the room seemed unusually quiet.