Journey of the Princess of Ice by LaVerne Thompson

Title: Journey of the Princess of Ice 
Author: LaVerne Thompson 
Publisher: ???
Genre: Fantasy, new adult, graphic novel
Series: The Elementals 
Release Date: April 7th 2014
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Ice slid down the mountainside on the ground she’d frozen beneath her feet and came to a stop at a crossroads. The road to her left led to another town. She could see the spires of buildings not too far away and people riding or walking toward them. Or, she turned to face the road in front of her, she could continue on her current course until she came to another town or another crossroads. She’d wandered the world for centuries searching for her people, a race of elementals, or a place to settle, only to find sooner or later something forced her to leave, by her own will or that of others.

It had been awhile since she’d been around people for any length of time, and it would be nice to stop and have a little company, even if only for a day. The temperature of this land seemed moderate, neither too hot nor too cold. If she stayed long enough, that would change. The wind shifted and the salty scent of the sea reached her from the direction of the town.

* * *

Arch had left the others back at the boarding house. He didn’t want to draw any more attention to himself than necessary. Even if he kept a low profile, he knew sooner or later, mostly sooner, his father’s goons would catch up to him. He’d lost track of how long he’d been running, fighting and running again to keep the demons at bay. With each one he killed, it took him one step closer to what his father wanted him to be. A clone of himself. Damn it all, he didn’t choose to be a prince of hells. His birth, not his doing.

His father, Abadone, didn’t rule the realms as the devil’s right hand because he was a fucking nice guy. He expected, demanded, his son to follow in those footsteps. Not gonna happen.

Yet, with each kill of one of the guardians Abadone sent after him, Arch took on the dark powers they possessed within himself, from the souls he defeated.

Warning: Contains Sexual situations and labeled as HOT

How to Handle Pressure: Writing Under Deadlines

Before I started writing full-time I was an attorney. At times I’d handle 50 cases a week of varying complexity, all while writing briefs, attending meetings or taking or making conference calls. And everything had a deadline. So in a way working on two or three stories at a time is much easier for me, certainly way more fun than trying to convince a judge that my facts are correct and the case should be decided my way. Lol

Writing is something I truly enjoy and while I do feel the pressure to produce and my deadlines, I deal with it really by writing and trying to be as consistent as possible. That said, I also write because those voices in my head won’t let me do anything else, mostly seven days a week. And even when I’m asleep my mind is plotting out things. I keep my iPad next to my bed and I am constantly making notes. It’s actually replaced the notebooks I used to keep there. Lol Makes my life much easier.

But there are times I have to stop and take a break and that’s when I can be found online. If I’m awake, my computer is open and while it looks like I might be on a particular social network, the page may be open but I’m not necessarily on it. I’m in a word document working on a story. Anyway I digress, lol. I will stop read something on my TBR list, that seems to be out of control, or watch a little television or chocolate break. Then I’m back at it. One of the things that helps me though is the fact both of my kids are away at college so I can craft my days around my writing.

Another thing that seems to be helping me so far this year is the giant A- Year-At-A–Glance calendar I have up on the wall in my office. I’m Magic Markering it in so it’s easier for me to know what’s going on for the entire year so I can pace myself. So instead of a mad hectic dash to the finish it’s just hectic. I’m at the point this year I’ll have a new release or re-release out every month and into 2015. So yeah I feel the pressure. And I do what most authors do when that happens…I write.


What happens when fire meet’s ice?

From the moment She entered the room, Arch tracked her movement, curious about her. When the young wizard at the bar had spoken to her, he found himself rising off the chair, wanting to rip his head off. He had to lower himself back into the seat and force himself to relax. Soon, the notes of a horn filled the room from the music box and the female took the dance floor. Her back was to him but she pushed the hood off her hair and shook out her frozen tresses. The organ in his chest sped up to push more fire through his blood.

An ice maiden! Fucking impossible!

Her kind had been gone from the realms for centuries. But the icicles hanging off the end of her waist-length blue and silver hair said otherwise. When she began to sway, he forgot about everything else. The sight of her hips moving from side to side completely mesmerized him. When she turned to face him, he damn near shot his seed into the leather pants he wore. Bad enough his dick strained against the confines of its restrictions, causing him pain. So that’s what she had hidden under that coat. Curves where a woman should curve and a waist tiny enough for his hands to span from tip to tip.

“Damn,” he whispered under his breath. “Surprise, surprise.”

He could only sit back and enjoy the show. The pleasure she took in her movements brought a smile to his face. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt a real smile, if ever, at least one born of pure joy instead of vicious glee. She stopped after only two songs, and i
t wasn’t until she sat down he realized although the tavern had become more crowded while she danced, instead of the place heating up, she cooled it down. An ice princess, indeed.

The male she sat near leaned closer to her to say something and Arch shot to his feet. What the hells was he doing? Instead of marching over there and ripping the bastard’s heart out, he left the bar and walked out into the evening. Stopping on the sidewalk, he took a few deep breaths of the night air to get his temperature down. He didn’t dare glance back at the entrance to the tavern for fear he’d go back inside and beat the little shit for talking to a woman he didn’t know.

Arch shook his head and walked in the direction of the inn where he was staying. His thoughts were on the strange inhabitants of the tavern but one in particular, who intrigued him. Who would have thought icicles could turn him on? He wondered if his heat would melt the ice coating her hair, and would it be soft to his touch when he did? He already knew he would find out.

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a woman. It was not his nature to deny himself, but they’d been running for awhile now and he missed lying amidst the softness a female provided. A respite from his flight. The ice princess seemed to be one of the regulars at in the bar; he might have to become one too. The next time he saw her he’d have her, he promised himself. And he never made a promise he didn’t keep. Arch had gone a few blocks from the bar when the disturbance in the air from cool to hot behind him provided his only warning. He spun around in time to see a hells gate open, flames rising up from the ground to lick at the air and three Furia, hells guardians, step through.

My name is LaVerne Thompson. I am a bestselling award winning author of sensual contemporary, fantasy, and sci/fi romances, with interracial characters and storylines that focus on romance. Well alright sometimes, in some of my stories, there’s a touch of intrigue or suspense, and maybe, maybe a dash of violence. I also write romantic suspense and new adult romance under Ursula Sinclair. And I write Interactive Character stories for RP World.  I have written stories for as long as I can remember and I hope you enjoy them.

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