"I could nibble at your nose... or at your lips... or at your breasts... or..."
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It's December, and Jack Frost has just come to town. Literally.
Summer is one of those people who hates winter. Not just because she was named after the opposite season, but because she hated the cold with a burning passion.
But when a stunning man with silver hair, frosty blue eyes and a jovial charm walks into her coffee shop, ordering an iced caramel macchiato with extra ice, she suddenly finds it hard to hate the cold.
Especially when (despite his constant cold hands) he always seems to burn her with his touch. Something seems off about him, and Summer is not mistaken.
Jack Frost is known for bringing on the cold, but Summer is about to learn that he sure as hell knows how to turn on the heat, too.
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Romance"I could nibble at your nose... or at your ear... or at your lips... or..." • • • It's December, and Jack Frost has just come to town. Literally. Summer is one of those people who hates winter. Not just because she was named after the opposite seas...
