Ice Black

Arctic Heat 1

Cobblestone Press LLC

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Dr. Hannah Preston, a climatology expert, takes a six-month assignment at an isolated arctic research station. But when she meets her co-workers she's shocked to discover they're wolf shapeshifters, and so is she! To learn more about her abilities, she must find her sexual fulfillment... and multiples are encouraged.

Ice Black
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Ice Black

Arctic Heat 1

Cobblestone Press LLC

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Word Count: 9,000
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The helicopter set down on the ice-covered landing pad.

"Here we are, Dr. Preston," Hannah heard the pilot say in her headset. "Be careful on the way out. Remember, duck your head until you're outside of the marked zone. Hope you have a nice stay."

Hannah nodded and huddled further into her squall jacket. The cold here was different than she was used to in Chicago. This was bone-deep cold. A dry, bitter cold that hit like a sharp knife to her gut. Although she'd expected freezing temperatures, this was worse than she’d imagined. She grabbed her duffle bag off the seat next to her and reached for the latch.

The helicopter door slid open. A man in a parka and reflective goggles held a mittened hand out to her. "Welcome to the bottom of the world, doctor."

She grabbed his hand and climbed out. At first, it was just white and gray as far as the eye could see. Then, she caught sight of the sign:

Atmospheric Research Observatory - ARO
South Pole Station

Beyond, the square concrete building on stilts stood out in sharp relief from the desolate landscape. Her new home for the next six months.

"We've been looking forward to your arrival ever since Dr. Monahan had to drop out of the program.” He took her bag. “I'm Kyle White. Welcome."

"Thanks. I have to say, I was surprised when I got the call," she yelled over the chopping blades of the helicopter. "I thought I'd be spending the rest of the sweaty summer in the Midwest." It was still hard to grasp the idea of temperatures below zero in August.

They bent down and hurried to get out from under the blades. Icy air hit her lungs, and she gasped at the shock to her system. Déjà vu hit her. The starkness, the biting cold. Like a distant dream, it seemed familiar to her.

But that made no sense. She shook her head to clear the feeling.

It was hard to discern anything about the man who led her toward the ARO building. He was tall, she could tell that much, but age, eye color, anything else was a mystery.

Out of the corner of her eye she caught movement. The flash of a white tail behind an outlying shed. It couldn’t be. Very few animals lived in Antarctica, and the chances of her catching sight of something in the middle of the day seemed unlikely. There was so much white everywhere, she probably was seeing things.

"We're certainly glad you decided to spend it with us instead. We can only choose so many—spots are limited." Kyle climbed up a flight of stairs on the outside of the concrete complex. "You’ll find out a lot about yourself down here. Nice to have another pretty face."

At first, she'd thought she'd heard wrong. Pretty face? She'd always been focused on her climatology work—studying the upper atmosphere—not on her physical appearance. Interesting that her looks would be the first thing he noticed about her.

"Well, thanks. I guess. I thought I'd been selected for my background, my work."

They reached the top of the steps, and her guide opened a door. "That was one reason you were given the slot when it opened up. We can use an expert in your field this time of year. But you were specially selected for the other things we have in common."

Other things? What was he talking about? When she walked through the door and entered the observatory, she had a better understanding of what he meant.

Stacked on the shelves next to the heavy outdoor parkas was every assortment of sex toy, lube, massage oils, candles, masks, ties, handcuffs. A regular sex shop in the middle of nowhere.

Her nipples tightened instantly. "Who told you?" she asked her guide, her breathing shallow and quick.

He removed his parka and goggles. A six-foot-two, white blond, blue-eyed perfect male specimen looked her straight in the eye. "Does it matter?"

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