A Touch Of Frost
Authors: Rhian Cahill
A Touch of Frost
Rhian Cahill
Rhian Cahill
International bestselling author Rhian Cahill kicks off a steamy new holiday series about a very Christmassy company and the three directors who need more than a little mistletoe.
Jack had a great reason to be over Christmas: it’s not seasonal blues, it’s his family business, and there’s only so much tinsel you can have in your life without feeling bah humbug about it. But this year is different. He’s home after a long absence, with fences to mend, bridges to build and a commitment to change he intends to keep.
Elle loves Christmas, and she is not about to let an arrogant Scrooge like Jack Frost ruin it for her. He might have her libido flashing like fairy lights, but she’s been burned by a guy on the rebound before and she doesn’t need a Boxing Day-bargain boyfriend.
But there’s more than a little magic in mistletoe, and it may just see Elle and Jack ringing in a
very
happy new year.
Rhian Cahill is the alter ego of a stay-at-home mother of four. With motherly duties rapidly dwindling Rhian is able to make use of the fertile imagination she used to keep herself sane for all those years of slavery. Having spent some years living overseas and visiting tropical climates has helped inspire some steamy stories. Multi-published in erotic romance and contemporary romance, Rhian, with the help of Mr. Muse, spends her days and nights writing.
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I have to give a big thank you to Kate. Without fail you put a smile on my face and make the struggle to put fingers to keyboard easier. Your support and encouragement keep me at the computer when the darkest clouds of doubt roll in.
For Ainslie Paton. You’re a true friend (writing and real life) and I’m thankful every day for having met you. There’s no one else who talks me off the ledge quicker. Or shoves me off. Whichever I need.
And as always, for Mr.C.
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“Uh oh. Here comes Mr Frosty himself,” Kandy murmured, looking over Elle’s shoulder.
Elle turned to see a large man bearing down on them. The scowl on his face was menacing enough, add in the over-six-foot-tall-possibly-three-foot-wide frame and the guy was downright alarming. Not someone she wanted around the growing crowd of children. “Who’s that?” Elle asked, returning her gaze to Kandy.
“Jack Frost.” Kandy shook her head. “I wish he’d at least attempt a smile. He’s going to scare the kids at this rate.”
“My thoughts exactly,” Elle said. “Wait. Jack Frost? Isn’t Mr Frost in his sixties?” She glanced over her shoulder once more. This guy definitely was not.
She’d guess late forties. But it could be the winkled forehead, crinkled skin fanning out from his eyes, and the deep grooves running beside his drawn-thin mouth that made him look older. The closer he got, the more Elle was inclined to think late thirties.
“Hey, Jack,” Kandy said, smiling as the frowning Jack stopped next to them. “You found us.”
“Where’s Chris?” he asked, without a hello to Kandy or acknowledging Elle’s presence.
That was fine with her. Now that he was closer — and not paying her any attention — she had a chance to study him. He had deep blue eyes, the kind she was sure would change with his moods, the kind a woman could lose hours staring into. His mouth, while still drawn into that tight thin line, was appealing in a way Elle found a little disconcerting. And his body — best not to go there or she’d be a quivering mass of hormonal goo.
He was hot.
She couldn’t remember the last time a guy made her girl-parts perk up and take heed. This one did. Shame he appeared to be an arrogant jerk.
“He’s out back. They’re running a last minute check of the slide,” Kandy explained.
Elle didn’t think it was even possible, but Jack’s scowl grew darker. “Why wasn’t that checked before now?” He snapped his watch into view with a quick bend and twist of his arm. “The doors open in ten minutes.”
Kandy sighed. “Yes, Jack. It’s just a precaution. There isn’t really —”
Jack strode past them, his long legs carrying him towards the arena doors where security held them closed and would do until the sound of Santa’s bell rang through the complex.
“Oh shit.” Kandy muttered and took off after him. “Jack. Honestly. Everything is fine. Chris has it under control.”
Elle glanced at the lines of parents and children waiting to enter the arena as she raced to catch up with Kandy. Opening day was a full house again this year. Following a grumbling Jack through the door one of the security men held open they breached the thick wall of cold air that rushed down from the vent mounted above the entrance. She shivered as her lungs sucked a freezing breath through her teeth, setting them on edge.
Shit. She didn’t have her jacket.
It didn’t matter how many times they put on Santa’s Village, Elle would never get used to how cold Frosty’s Snowmen managed to make the cavernous space.
She wasn’t an idiot. She knew it needed to be cold to keep all the snow and ice from melting, but when the rest of the year the arena was filled with screaming fans, rock bands, and a breath-stealing heat only a concert could produce, the three weeks Santa’s Village came to visit were a mind-blowing — if pleasant — change of pace.
Soft rubber cushioned her feet as they made their way along the fake street complete with white picket fences, snow covered bushes, and cobblestone paths leading to houses that looked like gingerbread.
Elle loved Santa’s Village. Loved the whimsy. The joy. The laughter. And the cold. In spite of the shiver that rattled her bones, she loved the cold too.
“Jack.” Kandy took two steps to his one. “For God’s sake, Jack.”
They rounded the bend in the road and the huge ice slide came into view. Elle smiled. Chris and the men and women who’d spent the last two days working around the clock to get Santa’s Village up and ready for today’s opening were racing down the thirty metre slope of ice.
“Chris!” Jack’s booming voice echoed through the arena, drowning out the hum and whir of machinery, and the shouts of the men and women enjoying a well-earned moment of fun.
“Uh oh.” Kandy stopped. “I don’t think I wanna see this. I can’t stand the sight of blood.”
Elle wasn’t sure she’d be climbing to her feet and smiling the way Chris was, not with the glowering Jack charging the last few feet to the bottom of the slide like a raging bull.
“Hey, J-man.” Chris tossed his hessian mat onto the pile near the stairs. “You made it.”
“What the hell are you doing?” Jack yelled.
Chris glanced past Jack at Kandy. “Hey Kan, ready to go out front?”
Kandy nodded.
“Good.” Chris faced Jack once more. “Did you want a tour of the village before we open the doors?”
“Are you going to answer my question?” Jack was no longer yelling, but it was clear his anger hadn’t abated.
“No.”
Everything around them seemed to freeze, and it had nothing to do with the ice and snow. Every person standing within hearing distance, and that probably included those out in the foyer, remained perfectly still as if waiting for the explosion and fallout — for the moment they would need to run.
“Our insurance does not cover staff
goofing
off,” Jack growled.
“You know, J-man, it’s a shame Annabelle didn’t take that stick she shoved up your arse along with your money when she divorced you.” Chris folded his arms over his chest.
Elle pulled in a deep breath. The look on Jack’s face — puckered mouth, scrunched up eyes, taut jawline — could only be described as constipated. She struggled not to laugh. Kandy wasn’t successful in holding back her humour though. A snort of laughter left her friend’s mouth before she covered it with her hands.
Jack’s head turned. “You think this is funny? What would the manager of this place think if he knew you were being reckless just minutes before opening?”
Elle opened her mouth, but Jack’s cutting glare stopped any words from leaving her throat.
“What are you all hanging around for?” Jack directed at the gathered staff. “Get back to work.”
The corner of Elle’s mouth kicked up when everyone except Chris and Kandy scrambled to do Jack’s bidding.
She knew his type. Large and in charge. Shame she didn’t go for overbearing alpha males, not that you’d know it by the way her body was responding to this man’s authority and arrogance. It certainly was mind boggling to be turned on
and
off in the same instant.
“Well, what are you waiting for?” Jack turned his penetrating gaze on Elle.
“An introduction.”
“Oh, shit. Sorry.” Kandy moved between them. “Elle, this is Jack Frost. Jack, Elle Roland. Arena manager.”
His mouth dropped open for a split second before he recovered and Elle took pleasure in his shock. “
You’re
Mr Roland?”
She smiled. “Well clearly I’m a Miss. But yes, I’m the centre manager.” Elle extended her hand.
Jack gripped her offered hand and held. “You’re not what I expected.”
Elle laughed. “I rarely am.” She had to tug her hand from his.
“But you’re so…”
If he said small, she’d knee him in the balls. “So…what?”
“You’re…”
Wow. The man was really stuck for words. But Elle wasn’t going to let him off the hook even if he did look cute all tongue-tied and flustered. “Yes?”
“Careful, J-man. Don’t leave us open for a lawsuit,” Chris said, sending her a wink.
“Young,” Jack blurted. “You’re so young.”
“Oh, nice save J-man.” Chris thumped Jack on the back causing him to take a half step forward.
Elle’s mouth twitched as she held back a grin. “Hasn’t life taught you looks can be deceiving?” Her blackberry vibrated at her hip and she pulled it from the holder to silence the alarm. “Alright, that’s time. Everyone ready?”
“Yep. Just waiting for the doors to open,” Chris said.
“We’re all set out front,” Kandy added.
“Okay. Showtime.” Elle glanced over to Santa’s house and called out, “Ring the bell, Santa.”
* * *
Jack watched everyone move seamlessly into their positions as Santa’s bell echoed through the huge arena. It was like the precision of a Swiss watch. Each elf slipped smoothly into the right spot, while Santa and Mrs Claus stood on their front porch waiting for the children to arrive.
“Miss Angelle. Miss Angelle.” An elf in bright red rushed over to where Elle stood talking to Kandy. “Your coat.” She held out a bundle of white fur.
“Oh, thank you, Sharon. You saved me.” Elle took the bunch of material and shook it out.
It sparkled and shimmered in the light and Jack found himself mesmerised as she twirled it up and around her before settling it on her shoulders and tying the thick silver ribbon at her slender throat. Slipping her hands under her hair, she pulled the luminous white strands from beneath the collar of her cloak and let them fall around her like a shower of light.
Jack’s breath caught. “Jesus. She’s the Christmas Angel.”
“If she’s got your attention now, wait ‘til you see her with the kids,” Chris spoke beside him.
“Huh?”
“Elle. The woman you can’t take your eyes off.” Chris waved a hand in front of Jack’s face.
Jack gave his head a shake and turned towards his childhood friend. “Sorry. What were you saying?”