My new release, Just Jack, is out now. At heart I am a big softy,
so writing Just Jack was a way to bring together some of my favourite things –
the magic of winter and snow, fairy tales, fantasy, and romance.
Blurb
When the line between
fairy tales and magic, and the real world become blurred, can love really
conquer anything?
Leo Marsh is having a bad day. He just caught his boyfriend
cheating on him, and not for the first time, then he falls, quite literally,
for a man who has to be too good to be true.
When Leo slips and falls on some ice in front of Jack, Jack
sees something all too familiar in Leo's eyes. For over fifty years, Jack has
existed in a solitary life of ice and bitterness. Just like Leo, he was
betrayed by a man he loved, and swore no one would ever break his heart again:
he gave up on love, and it seemed love had given up on him.
But if by fate or magic, Jack and Leo find their paths
crossing for a second time, and with a little guidance from friends, dare to
take a chance on each other. The problem is, Jack isn't the charming and
uncomplicated guy Leo thinks he is. When Jack gave away his ability to love, he
became something else, someone cold and unloving. He became Jack Frost.
As Jack and Leo get closer, Jack is left torn and confused.
Jack yearns for anything that reminds him of his humanity, but the truth is, he
feels nothing, not warmth, not love, and he knows he might never be able to
love Leo the way he deserves to be loved.
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Excerpt
It was seven in the morning, barely light. The early risers
heading for work were up and out in their driveways, complaining about the cold
as they defrosted their cars. The sidewalk was covered in fresh snow, which
glistened beneath the man-made lights and was, as yet, undisturbed by human
feet, just a spattering of prints from birds and what was possibly a cat. Jack
loved the cold, and he smiled as a chilling breeze circled him, carrying with
it the fresh scent of the day and the crisp brown leaves that had fallen from
the trees. The prickle of cold against his skin was one of his favorite
feelings, like a thousand icy fingers pinching at his arms and face. God, how
he loved it.
Opening the top button of his jacket, he savored the cold
against his chest and gently traced his fingertips over his chilled skin. He
breathed deeply, content with his icy touch and the feel of the cool air
whipping up around him. What he wouldn’t give to be wrapped up in a blanket of
cold. To slip inside the deliciously chilled wind and zip it up as if it were a
sleeping bag made just for him.
Holding out his hand in front of him, Jack encouraged the
breeze into a spiral that wrapped around his arm and caused a delightful shiver
to pass through him. The air glowed the most beautiful shade of blue as it
danced around Jack, and his chest ached from the knowledge this beauty was only
for him—and those like him—to see. Anyone watching would think he was mad. They
wouldn’t see the dance of blue and silver, nor would they hear the wind’s
angelic song reverberating in the air.
Jack stroked the breeze as it snaked through his fingers,
gently drawing moisture from it and into the palm of his hand. He rotated his
fingers, spinning the moisture into a sphere, and then gently teased it with
his icy breath until the sphere hardened. The size of a tennis ball, the sphere
became a ball of ice, and Jack flicked it into the air and caught it.
“Perfect,” he said.
The ball was smooth, flawless, and transparent. He reached
out his other hand and dragged his fingers over the hedge he passed. The leaves
of the hedge crackled and curled in on themselves beneath his touch, which left
them coated in wintry white frost. All he needed now was someone to have a
little fun with. He grinned at the thought.
A dog barked, and Jack looked ahead. “Perfect,” he said
again and teased the ball between his finger and thumb.
Giveaway
Love Lane Books are running a competition to celebrate the
release of Just Jack. There is a chance to win a $15 gift card for Amazon/Are
and 2 e-books. You can enter via Rafflecopter HERE
About Meredith
Meredith Russell lives in the heart of England . An
avid fan of many story genres, she enjoys nothing less than a happy ending. She
believes in heroes and romance and strives to reflect this in her writing.
Sharing her imagination and passion for stories and characters is a dream
Meredith is excited to turn into reality.
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