"4 Stars!...One of the most emotionally complete novellas I have ever read. It was artfully worded, and drew me in so deep that I couldn't help but care for Natalie and Khristos...Adrianna Dane has created a stunning piece of art."—LindseyAnn, eCataromance
"4 Stars!...Set in a landscape of ice and snow, this story only highlights the hot passion that surrounds these two strong-willed individuals...What I enjoyed was reading the subtle changes that take place in these two...A steady-paced plot, likeable lead characters, hot, explosive sex and one very memorable incident that compliments Khristos' artistic talents make for a satisfying read."—Aggie, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"4 Angels!...Prepare yourself to be aroused and enlightened at just what an iceman can come up with! You'll be touched and tantalized by this tear-jerker of a tale."-- Michelle, Fallen Angel Reviews
"4 Cups!...Ms. Dane has written a book where the sex is very erotic. If you want a quick, sexy read, this book is for you. Believe me, after reading this book you will never think of ice in the same way again. The passion is hot enough to melt any ice sculpture."--Sherry, Coffee Time Romance
"...Adrianna Dane has once again created fascinating, believable characters that you can sympathize with...Will keep you curious through the story wondering what could happen next. I love Ms. Dane's work."--Klarissa, JoyfullyReviewed.com
...She moved easily into his arms. He was a very good dancer and although he held her close, it wasn’t a tight grip as some liked to do, leaving her with a feeling of being suffocated. Her body bowed toward him, as though drawn there by an unseen force. Unlike the icy statue they’d discussed, his body radiated heat. She leaned in and the earthy scents of cinnamon and evergreen glazed over her. It reminded her of the outdoors—wild and free somehow, rather than the cloying closeness so prevalent in the city.
Maybe it was just that she’d been on tour for so long; she was feeling closed in by the constant routine of practice and performance. But his scent made her yearn to fly away from all the schedules.
His body was hard beneath her hands. She felt the muscles tighten as he guided her over the floor.
She looked up and found him staring at her, his mouth close and inviting. So sensual, with a full lower lip she wanted to bite, to lick, and suck. All of a sudden she couldn’t tear her eyes from that mouth.
Lifting her hand from his arm, she drew her thumb across the soft curve. He opened his mouth and captured it lightly between his teeth. A shaft of white-hot desire shivered through her.
A hiss of wanton flame engulfed the small space separating their lips. The light pressure imprisoning her digit lessened and slowly she lowered her hand to rest it on his shoulder.
“What do you want?” he whispered as he dropped his head closer. She could feel his breath feather across her cheek. It stoked the fire already building inside her.
“What do you mean?” she murmured, unable to look away from him, hypnotized, like a doe caught in the sights of a hunter. There was nothing soft in his look, in his touch. He studied her with a cool—no—cold, assessing look in his eyes.
“No games, pretty gazelle.” He pulled her closer, trapping her against him. “Let me take you home.”
“I-I—” He moved too fast.
“There’s nothing to think about. I can smell your perfume. You want me. And I want to make love to you. All night long.”
“I don’t know you.”
“Ah, but you will. And I plan to become intimately familiar with every inch of this luscious body you have hidden. Beginning now—”