Frosty, Inc.

By Trinity Blacio

Everyone believed the story that Mr. and Mrs. Frosty had lived happily ever after, but it was all a bunch of ice snowballs, a story that had been created by none other than Santa himself.

It’s true that Frosty had been married, but he had caught shifters Dancer and Donner taking his wife for some wild rides. No, Frosty had divorced his wife, started his business, Frosty Inc. and was burying himself in work. With those striking blue eyes, he had plenty of interested women, but it wasn’t until she stepped into his office as a replacement personal assistant that Frosty realized what he had ben missing.

Holly Berry, a full-figured, curvy woman with dark brown hair and the biggest doe-like brown eyes he had ever seen, came into his office and inserted Christmas all through out the building, bringing treats for all, including him.

Could he get over the hurt of the past and embrace Holly’s gift or would she flee him as Christmas spirit had every year?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Riverdale Avenue Books
• Release date: Dec 16, 2018
• ISBN: 9781626014923

Trinity Blacio

Trinity Blacio is an established romance writer of best-selling Running in Fear series, as well as a number of dark fantasy, erotic romance, erotic horror and ménage titles. She is the mother of two children and lives in Ohio. Her work can be found at Freya’s Bower and Ravenous Romance, as well as the work of her alter-egos Maria Moonstar and Selene Noreen.

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Frosty Inc. © 2018 by Trinity Blacio

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Digital ISBN: 9781626014923

First edition, December 2018

Chapter One

One week before Christmas and Frosty still couldn’t forgive Santa and his family. Even after 200 years, Frosty still hated reindeer with a passion. Santa had been lucky he hadn’t taken up hunting, because Dancer and Donner both would have been stuffed and hanging on his wall alongside his ex, Blenda.

He turned and looked at his office. Frosty had turned ice cones into a million-dollar business, had money coming out of his ears, and woman flinging themselves at him every time he turned around. But still something was missing.

Frosty grabbed his jacket as he made his way to the door, ready to go home and watch some football, to take his mind off of the holiday season that was one week away. Linda, I’m leaving for the night and I’m taking tomorrow off. Have to drive up the coast, he said to his very pregnant assistant.

Okay Mr. Frost. Just a reminder you will have a temporary worker here for the next two months. I start my leave tomorrow, she said, coming around the desk and giving him a big hug.

Make sure you eat. I’ve left the replacement notes on all of what needs to be done. From what I’ve heard, she is one of the best PAs around so we were lucky to have gotten her. Linda stepped back and glanced up at him, looking at his dark hair and blue eyes that seemed to sparkle when he was amused, which was not very often this time of year.

Don’t give me that look. I don’t need anything, he grumbled, but leaned down and placed a friendly kiss on her cheek. Remember to call me when you have that little guy. Tell Dan he better take good care of you or I’ll steal you away.

She laughed and hit his arm. You are silly. I know for a fact you would get sick of my nagging within a week.

He leaned down, smiling. That is what ball gags are for, he said and watched her eyes get big. Just then, she thought she could see some of that sparkle in his blue eyes.

Oh, you are a mean one. You wait, Frosty, your woman is going to come along and throw your world into a tailspin. I hope she knocks your socks off too. Linda said.

Bite your tongue, he growled as she followed him into the elevator. You need a lift home?

No, my man is waiting downstairs, but thank you, she said as he helped her into the elevator. Now, remember, I want you to be nice to this new PA coming tomorrow. This is your last chance. The temp agency said if you make this one cry, you are not getting another one, and I don’t blame them.

If I’m so bad how come you are still here? Frosty asked, as the doors opened and he escorted his assistant outside to her waiting husband.

Because, at the time, I was just as bad as you were. Linda stopped and looked up at him. You’ll have what I have some day. We were both hurt once, but that just means that person wasn’t right for us. Linda pulled him down and kissed his cheek. And you better be at the Christmas party.

Frosty snorted and made his way towards his car in the underground parking lot. His assistant was a piece of work, but he’d be lost without her. These next few months were going to be hell without her in the office.

Coming over the hill, Frosty snarled and glared at the man leaning against a red 1965 Stingray Corvette. Santa wore black jeans and a white sweater. His beard was black, for now, and would be until Christmas Eve. And of course, Santa was fit as a body builder, again, for now. But what really pissed Frosty off was the man was blocking his damn car.

He hadn’t spoken to his friend since the blow up over Dancer and Donner. "What do you want Santa? You are blocking my car." Frosty’s car was a black Mustang, simple but powerful.

His old friend sighed. Beth is pregnant and she wants her brother to come and visit this Christmas. It was the one gift she wanted from both of us.

Frosty unlocked his car, threw his briefcase in and looked at his friend. Congrats, I know how long you two have wanted a child of your own. I’m happy for my little sister. I’ll swing by on Christmas Day, around six. But keep the brothers out of my sight. If by any chance the ex is still around, I’ll turn around and walk out, he said, turning to get into his car.

Frosty, she wants us to fix this and I’ll admit I should have kept my mouth shut. What Dancer and Donner did, well let’s say they are still paying the price and will be for a while. Santa growled. If only we knew what we know now about Blenda.

He frowned and glanced over his shoulder at his old friend. What’s this? You used to defend her. What happened?

As soon as that bitch got pregnant, she was gone, but not before serving Dancer and Donner with papers. Oh, she got the money she’d been after since she obviously didn’t get it from you.

Frosty laughed and leaned against his car. You know, I really wouldn’t have given a fuck about Blenda and the twins, but when you believed that greedy witch over our friendship… He shook his head. You married my baby sister, you were my best friend for over a thousand years, but after this one… Sorry Santa, it will take a long time, if ever. Please move your car.

Frosty was done. He had promised to see his sister on Christmas, but that was all he was capable of right now.

I was wrong Frost, and for that I am sorry. What she told us…