Arctic Fire

310 Pages·2012·1.17 MB·English

by  Frey Stephen

The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to
real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

Text copyright ©2012 by Stephen Frey
All rights reserved.

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Published by Thomas & Mercer
P.O. Box 400818
Las Vegas, NV 89140

ISBN-13: 9781612183480
ISBN-10: 1612183484
DEDICATION

For Lilly: I’ve always loved you…and I always will.
CONTENTS

PART 1
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
PART 2
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
PART 3
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
CHAPTER 18
CHAPTER 19
CHAPTER 20
CHAPTER 21
CHAPTER 22
CHAPTER 23
CHAPTER 24
PART 4
CHAPTER 25
CHAPTER 26
CHAPTER 27
CHAPTER 28
CHAPTER 29
CHAPTER 30
CHAPTER 31
CHAPTER 32
PART 5
CHAPTER 33
CHAPTER 34
CHAPTER 35
CHAPTER 36
CHAPTER 37
CHAPTER 38
CHAPTER 39
CHAPTER 40
CHAPTER 41
EPILOGUE
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR

CHAPTER 1

TROY JENSEN was a daredevil. He always had been. It seemed as if nothing of
this earth could stop him.
“You want me to go in there?” he asked in flawless Spanish. He was fluent
in Russian and several Chinese dialects as well. He pointed tentatively at the
fence, doing his best to convince the two older men he was scared. It was more
fun that way. “Through that gate?”
The grizzled Mexicans exchanged crazy smiles.
“Sí,” one of them answered, trying to hide his guilty, nearly toothless grin.
He was worried the young American might see it and then see the light. He
gestured excitedly at the gate to distract Troy. “Sí, sí. Vámonos.”
“Take you with this thing,” the other man offered in broken English, doing
a better job of masking his own dentally challenged grin than his brother as he
held out a rusty, bloodstained sword. This man still had most of his teeth, but
they were crooked and yellow. “You will need it.”
Troy took the sword just as a beautiful, dark-haired young woman trotted
up and handed him a bouquet of flowers. “Gracias, señorita.”
“You’re welcome,” she answered shyly. “Buena suerte.”
“I don’t need luck,” Troy answered confidently, lifting the sweet-smelling
bouquet to his face as he stared over it into the Spanish angel’s dark eyes. “But I
will need a kiss when this is done.”
“Sí,” she murmured. “I will give you.” She glanced warily at the huge
animal that was pacing around and snorting on the other side of the fence. “If
you live.”
“No,” Troy said softly but firmly as he gave her that penetrating gaze they
all seemed to love. “I want a kiss even if I die.” He hesitated. “Maybe your touch
would bring me back,” he whispered. “Please, señorita.”
He saw her imagining the fantasy. Then he saw her desire burning behind
the fantasy. He loved being able to tempt her that way. He couldn’t deny it.