He was just supposed to be a hot hookup. Something sexy to take my mind off being poor as hell, living in a run-down apartment, and kicked out of college due to some plagiarism I totally did not commit. Life was going downhill fast, and a hot, anonymous hookup with a guy with the handle IceFire would make my life suck a little less--or more, but in the right way.
Man, was I wrong.
Not about the sucking--Guy Winters is Olympic-level at that. Hot, charming, and his touch leaves me breathless. One night turns into two. Then a date. Then more. Except his body is always cold. Our makeouts are almost too intense. And there's something just not right. It takes a break-in and a murder in self-defense before I finally get it.
And the truth about Guy has me running for my life.
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