The Winter King

Once again trouble is brewing in the North Pole!

Crystalia Wonderland had no idea that by leaving her home on Snow Capped Ridge for the first time in years she was opening a door she couldn't close. Of course she had to go to the Winter Ball in Christmas Village! Her son Wyatt was getting married for heaven's sake, and she wanted to meet the pretty pink-haired elf who'd stolen his heart. Besides, perhaps it was time to rejoin Elven society after so many years of isolation.

Jackson Frost took a different view. For years he'd courted Crystalia, waiting passionately for the day she would agree to become his bride. Ever the gentleman, he lavished her with gifts and adoration, slowly letting their relationship deepen while keeping his burning desire firmly in check. She was young, impulsive, and impressionable. He needed to give her time to mature, they said. Time to... blah, blah, blah!

Well, he'd given her time—time enough for her to run off with a human male who never married her but was kind enough to give her a child to raise on her own!

That was more than three decades ago, and Jackson thought his heart would one day mend. Instead, he became bitter, his heart turning to ice much like his castle on the frozen tundra. Then when she returned to The North Pole, he began again, hoping for a better outcome this time. He visited her in her home, offering a kind shoulder to cry on and a willing ear. However, his patience was at an end.

His Crystalia was once again in the village, and he knew what that meant. She was a stunning woman, and soon the males would be flocking to her side, hoping for a smile or a kind word. History could well repeat itself, and he was not going to allow that to happen.

That was when Jackson decided he was not above kidnapping!