What's it about?

A young cop, in the closet and isolated, is transferred to the bikers squad,
where he is betrayed by a higher ranking officer. When Brian Fuller finds
himself in the middle of a field surrounded by a group of notorious outlaw
bikers, he is in for the fight of his life.
He wakes up battered and bruised, only to discover that he is the hostage of
the gang's leader, the infamous, brutally handsome Ice. At first, Brian
doesn't understand why he is still alive. It turns out that the man who
murdered Ice's family, is the same one who left Brian for dead... and Ice
intends on trading Brian's life to get him as soon as Brian is strong enough.
In the meantime, while Ice waits for Brian to heal, a raging sexual heat
between them begins to fuel.
Melting Ice is a story of great passion, sizzling sex, and above all, a love
story laced with the unexpected.

Excerpt:

I wasn't sure who he was, but within a few minutes of seeing him, I was sure
that he was the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. Now remember, I wasn't
exactly in cruising mode. I was frustrated, enraged and in pain, and still the
man facing me took my goddamned breath away. He stood at least six-foot-
four. The tight jeans and T-shirt he wore weren't intended to be sexy, but
they were because he had a luscious body; hard, compact, muscular and
lean. His hair was coal black and hung over his broad, square shoulders,
settling on his back about halfway to an ass that could only be described as
a delight to behold. And yes, I could see his ass, because he walked into the
room and stood between me and the mirror. His eyes, well, they weren't
brown, or even black. In fact, they looked blue, cobalt blue, and at the
moment, it seemed as if there were sparks flying out of them.

I don't know who was angrier, him or I, but through the maze of all that
hostility, my heart beat like a drum in my chest when he approached. "I
believe you wanted to see me," he said. "I'm Ice."

When he spoke, his voice was deep and steady. I couldn't detect an accent,
but from the creamy tan colour of his skin, he was definitely of Latin origin.
My mind quickly reviewed the descriptions I'd received of him. Tall...yes,
dark...yes. But the eyes were blue, damn it, dark blue, and as for the large
package, umm...well, that appeared to be a fact. The jeans did nothing to
disguise that he was hung like a horse.

"Fuller, I'm talking to you," he said. "What do you want?"

I snapped back to reality; the anger that had been simmering inside me now
making a full recovery. "What in fuck is going on here?" I had some difficulty
rising to my feet from where I sat on the bed. My leg hurt like hell. "How long
do you intend to keep me cooped up in this room?"

He looked me over, then walked around the room as if he were appraising it.
"What's wrong, cop? You're not happy with the accommodations?" He gave
me a cheesy grin. "You prefer the Ritz?"

"Very funny. Why didn't you just kill me? What use am I to you?"

He lifted his hand for a moment. "I have no reason to kill you."

"You have no reason to bandage me up and feed me, either."

"Maybe I do," he said softly. He came to stand in front of me. He let his gaze
move over me again, then slip back to my face. I think I blushed. I felt as if
he'd just undressed me, raped me, then lit up a cigarette. "You're pretty
fucked up, Fuller."

"I probably need a doctor. I might have a bullet in my leg."

"It went right through. You were lucky, it didn't hit the bone," he said without
blinking.

I let myself study his face for a moment. It was a beautiful face, smooth
angles, almost sculptured. Michelangelo would have wept painting him;
creamed his pants first, then wept. "How in the hell do you know that?"

"A doctor took a look at it."

"A doctor, too? Why go to all that trouble?" I eyed him suspiciously.

"Maybe I was concerned."

"Right. Now, what's the real reason?"

He narrowed his eyes. "You need a cane. I'll make sure you get one," he
said, turning toward the door.

"Oh no," I said, reaching out and grabbing his arm.

He didn't yank it away, just turned around and glared at me. "Don't you ever
grab me again, or I'll break your neck."

He never raised his voice. It still retained that calm, soft tone. Only his eyes
gave him away. His emotions were written in those eyes of his, releasing
lethal sparks again.

I let go of his arm and took a step back. "Fine. Just know this. I'm not staying
in this room another day. So either kill me or let me out of here."

He pursed his lips for a moment, considering what I'd said. He nodded.
"You'll sleep in my room."

REVIEWS:

Brian Fuller is a young cop who’s lived in the closet his entire life.  After
transferring into a biker’s squad he’s betrayed by an officer and wakes up
battered and bruised a prisoner of Ice, the leader of the area’s notorious
biker gang. He expects to die any moment and doesn’t understand why he’s
being cared for.



Ice is just that, cold and apparently unfeeling.  He’s willing to take care of
Brian, but has other plans that led Brian to think that he’ll be lucky to survive
the week. That doesn’t stop the two men from being attracted to each other,
and as the sexual heat between them grows to an explosive level, ultimately
becoming lovers.



The author has written a great story filled with suspense, sexual tension,
and great chemistry between two men from diverse backgrounds that is truly
believable.

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