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Britt Pfeiffer has trained to backpack the Teton Range, but she isn’t prepared when her ex-boyfriend, who still haunts her every thought, wants to join her. Before Britt can explore her feelings for Calvin, an unexpected blizzard forces her to seek shelter in a remote cabin and accept the hospitality of its two very handsome occupants – but these men are fugitives, and they take her hostage.
In exchange for her life, Britt agrees to guide the men off the mountain. As they set off, Britt knows she must stay alive long enough for Calvin to find her. Things get more complicated when Britt finds chilling evidence of a series of murders that took place on that very mountain – a discovery that may make her the killer’s next target.
But nothing is as it seems in the mountains, and everyone is keeping secrets, including Mason, one of her kidnappers. His kindness is confusing Britt. Is he an enemy or an ally?
Black Ice is New York Times bestselling author Becca Fitzpatrick’s riveting romantic thriller set against the treacherous backdrop of the Tetons of Wyoming. Falling in love should never be this dangerous….
“He called out to me in a reassuring voice, but I wasn’t going to let it fool me.”
“Just because I’m not hurt doesn’t mean I’m okay.”
“Do you hear how stupid and empty that promise sounds?”
“I could hear my heart breaking, splintering into irreparable fragments.”
“The nightmare was dragging me back, a depth I had not known existed.”
“But I immediately resented my attraction. It wasn’t real. If Stockholm syndrome existed, I was sure my attraction was an early symptom of it.”
“It wasn’t even a fair exchange; in the end, I’d given him my heart, the whole of it.”
“Everyone needs secrets. They keep us vulnerable.”
“Why would anyone want to be vulnerable?”
“To keep their guard up, so they don’t get sloppy. If you have a weakness, you have to work hard to defend it. You can’t be lazy about it.”
“Just because I don’t know as much as you doesn’t mean I’m incompetent.”
“The beginning of the end of us.”
“My brain lagged, churning thoughts like it was a rusty gear grinding reluctantly into motion.”
“They say that when you’re about to die, your life flashes before your eyes. They never tell you that when you watch someone you once loved dying, hovering between this life and the next, it’s twice as painful, because you’re reliving two lives that traveled one road together.”