In the original Snow Queen story, the queen did much more damage than simply freezing a city.
Gia’s stepmother was cold and distant, a woman with very definite ideas of what was acceptable and not—especially for her son, Colin. Her cruelty hurt both children but was worse for Colin, making him blind to his talents and his passion.
Colin put as much distance as possible between his mother and himself as soon as he could, but the damage she inflicted was done. His art, something he once loved to do, now caused him pain. He had found success as an actuary and stayed in touch with Gia, but creating art was no longer a part of his life.
Gia, a high school teacher, knows Colin is not doing work he loves. He should be painting. She watched him draw in secret for years, his talent overwhelming. Deciding she’s the only one who can help him, Gia gets Colin to agree to let her stay with him for her summer vacation. She claims she needs time and space to write, but she has two other goals as well.
Her plan is to reintroduce art to his life and pose for him, hoping that this will change his life, and determine once and for all if his passion–and theirs–have a chance.
“Can’t you see how broken I am? Leave me, Gia.”
“Never. I just spent the last two hours watching you create, watching you come alive. I know it’s hard and I know she’s still there in your head sometimes, but you are so much stronger than her. Please, look at me.”
He did. Her hair was wet, the negligee was now plastered against her. Her eyes were filled with concern.
He stood and looked at her, then grabbed her by the shoulders bringing her to him and kissing her fiercely.
Her mouth was warm and welcoming. He opened her lips with his tongue and she met his need and passion with her own. He threaded his hands through her hair as she encircled him in her arms.
“God, I want you, Gia” was all he said before he pulled her still damp body against him and kissed her hard. He was aching and she was the only way to ease that ache.
Unleashed desire coursed through her body. Gia was afraid she was crazy running out of the house nearly naked and following him, but she couldn’t let him be alone, couldn’t bear to be without him. Now as he kissed her she knew she’d make the right choice.
She wanted this kiss and all that she knew was going to follow.