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Cold Snap (In From the Cold #1)

Series: Pulp Friction
By: Lee Brazil | Other books by Lee Brazil
Published By: Lime Time Press
Published: Jan 31, 2014
ISBN # LBRZL0201432
Word Count: 16,364
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Categories: Romance>LGBTQ>Gay Romance>Drama Romance>Short Stories

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Cold Snap (In From the Cold #1) (Pulp Friction) by Lee Brazil - Romance>Drama

Professor of Literature Finn Lorensson is unashamedly a romantic. In his own words, he's a white knight in search of a charming prince to save. In fact, he's doing a good deed by stepping into the breach for his long-time friends and landlords at Mountain Shadows when a voice on the phone sends him tumbling headfirst into love/lust/fascination.

Four months later, a self-absorbed Dr. Cannon Malloy shows up in the flesh and has the poor grace to not remember their conversation. That could be because he's running from his past and too busy looking over his shoulder to appreciate what's right in front of him.

A winter storm and circumstance conspire to bring them together, but it'll take more than a charming smile and a pure heart to bring this frog-prince in from the cold.


About Pulp Friction 2014

Laura Harner ~ Lee Brazil ~ Havan Fellows ~ T.A. Webb
The Pulp Friction 2014 Collection. Four authors. Four Series. Twenty books. One fiery finale. Spend a year with an eclectic group of strangers brought together through circumstances, as they are tested by life, and emerge as more than friends.
The strongest bonds are forged by fire, cooled in air, smoothed by water, grounded in earth.
Although each series can stand alone, we believe reading the books in the order they are released will increase your enjoyment.

 
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Excerpt:
Chapter One
"I fucking hate Arizona." It was supposed to be hot in Arizona. Dry. Desert. Cannon Malloy shivered in his thick down coat and sniffed. His car was literally buried under snow. Not even the roof was visible. The university's maintenance crew had made sure of that.
Tentatively, he reached out and brushed at the mound of snow that covered his ’66 Shelby. The dry powder scattered easily enough, but the icy wind blew it right back at him. It stung like someone had thrown a handful of tiny knives into his face, making his eyes tear and his chapped lips crack.
Frigid water seeped into his boots, wetting his socks and chilling his feet. He rocked, feeling his body lose its grip with calm as he began shivering and shaking, swaying back and forth. "Fucking cold." He groaned. Turning his back to the wind and the car, he dug in his pocket for his cell phone and hit the first number as if by instinct.
While the phone rang, he studied the car next to him enviously. Even with six inches of snow on its roof, it was reassuringly visible. Visible, and somehow familiar. Had it been there when he’d parked that morning? A shiver that was not weather-related racked him.
There must be thousands of SUVs like this in Flagstaff alone, let alone in the state. When would he stop jumping at shadows? Thinking everything familiar was suspect?
Unlike his own car, the university maintenance crew had apparently been unable to bury the SUV.
Then again, maybe they hadn't tried. Maybe he'd gotten special treatment. And maybe he'd brought a healthy dose of paranoia to Flagstaff with him?
That had to be it. He dismissed his concern as someone finally answered the phone.
"Cannon?" Rory's voice sounded sleepy, as though he'd awakened the man. It was possible. Seven o'clock in Flagstaff was the same as nine in Atlanta.
"Sorry to wake you." He felt foolish now. How the hell could his friends in Georgia help with his car buried in a snowbank in the university parking lot in Flagstaff, more than half a country away?
"We weren't sleeping. What can we do for you?" A low-pitched growly rumble from the background made Cannon blush as he realized that there were other reasons for that low tone of voice than sleep.
"Nothing. I'm sorry I called. My car is buried in snow and I should have dialed roadside assistance, but my thumb slipped." Liar, liar, pants on fire, he sneered at himself, staring into the dark, clear sky and blinking back tears that had nothing to do with the cold air biting at him and everything to do with loneliness and missing the friends he'd left behind. "Say hello to everyone from me. I've got to go so I have enough battery power to call the tow truck."
He turned off his phone and sagged. "Do tow trucks even dig out cars?" he asked the still night.
"Actually, no, they don't. And if that little death trap is your car, you don't want to be driving it in this weather on these roads anyway."
At the vaguely familiar voice, Cannon jerked upright and nearly lost his footing spinning around.
Then his jaw dropped open and his mind went blank. Holy crap. "Hi," he murmured, sweeping the man who stood grinning widely at him with a long, assessing glance. Cannon was tall, but this guy was taller by at least two inches, and where he was lean, the newcomer was broad, wide as Chance's friend Marcus in the shoulder, narrow of waist and…How was it that Cannon was freezing his ass off dressed in layers like an Eskimo and this guy seemed to be getting by with a tailored wool suit, shiny black boots, and cheery red knit cap and black leather gloves?
The grin split into a wide smile revealing pearly white, slightly crooked teeth. Blue eyes twinkled and Cannon swore he could get lost in the classically handsome features.
"I'm Dagfinnr Lorensson, professor of literature. And you are Cannon Malloy?"
Dagfinnr? What kind of name was that? Startled, Cannon blankly accepted the gloved hand and shook it weakly. "I'm…I just started, actually. Taking the place of Dr. Redfern while she's on maternity leave." How the hell does he know my name? For the second time, he found himself tamping down panic. Damn…Maybe his friends were right. Maybe it wasn't distance he needed but a psychologist.
"Ah. You'll be heading up the neurosurgery clinic then?"
It's a staff parking lot, he reminded himself briskly, nodding shortly. He's not stalking you. They caught that guy back in Atlanta. This is different, just friendly interest in a new co-worker. "Yes. I was working late, getting the lay of the department before the interns are back tomorrow. I knew it snowed, but…" He waved behind him in the general direction of his poor car, unable to take his eyes from the smiling face in front of him.
The man's perfect rose-colored lips pursed into a moue of displeasure. "Yes, it can accumulate quite quickly. Well, there's nothing for it, not tonight anyway. This sort of weather makes the roads out toward my place impassible, so I intend to stay in town at the Weatherford. Perhaps you'd like to join me?"
Cannon's cheeks were burning again, and his fingers twitched to push back his hair, but he couldn’t because he was wearing a cap and he'd just look like an idiot. The man didn't mean for him to join him in his hotel room anyway, just that it was advisable for him to get a room at the hotel. "I should really make arrangements to get my car out and go home."
"You aren't going to make it. The roads are a mess and out in the country where I live, they won't even plow until Monday." The man waved over his shoulder and Cannon followed the gesture to a reassuringly large vehicle that rose from the snow piles with a majestic presence, as though defying Mother Nature to bury it. "Come on. I'll give you a lift and we can go somewhere warm, out of the cold." The vehicle in the back honked, purred to life with a gentle hum as the man clicked a wireless starter.
Warm sounded good. Georgia was warm. Even now, it was probably fifty degrees and sunny. "You think the Weatherford will have a room for me?" His teeth clinked together embarrassingly loudly as he talked, and he resisted the urge to wipe his nose with the back of his hand.
"If they don't, my suite has two beds and you're more than welcome to the hideaway sofa bed."
Reader Reviews (2)
Submitted By: elvin59 on Jan 18, 2015
A great start to the Pulp Fiction 2014 series! I'm so glad that I don't have to wait for the next part =:))
Submitted By: ceeceedee on Mar 9, 2014
Unbelievably good! I'm so excited about the Pulp Friction 2014 and Lee Brazil has hit the ground running with 'Cold Snap'. I'm so looking forward to the next book in the series
 

Cold Snap (In From the Cold #1)

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