Heart of Frost and Scars (Frozen Fate #3)

by Pam Godwin

“Family isn’t about control or cruelty.” She softens her tone. “It’s not about tearing each other down or causing pain. Family is about love and support. It’s about being there for each other, no matter what. It’s about caring for one another, lifting each other up, and creating a safe space where everyone can grow and thrive.”

“All right.” Kody’s grip on the wheel loosens. “We’ll work on this together—negotiating the terms for the distillery and hunting down the unknown number. But know this.” He levels his predatory eyes on Monty. “If I find out you had anything to do with those messages, I’ll rip your fucking spine out and clean my teeth with your bones.”

“I will never choose him over you. I love you. Not because you’re gorgeous and built and sexy as fuck. I mean, you’re all those things, but the real reason is because of the kind of men you are. Caring. Protective. Reliable. You don’t seek power by trying to control me but by supporting and uplifting me. Before I met you, I didn’t believe in soul mates. But I always hoped that if they were real, mine would be someone like you. Your imperfect love fits perfectly with mine, and now that we’re no longer trapped in hell and free to pursue wistful things like love, you’re the ones for me. So as much as I loved watching you pump iron with your shirts off, you don’t ever need to prove your worth to me. You survived Hoss. That makes you more worthy than any man alive. You’re mine.”

Nothing is more breathtaking than a man who knows the salty taste of his own tears. A man who owns his mistakes as if they’re tattooed on his bones with holy ink.

Dicks. So many beautiful, glorious dicks. I don’t know where to look first.

“Love what you’ve done with the place.” Leo’s lips curl into an arctic smile, a predator’s grin. “Nice touch with the Mad Tea Party. Or is this The Last Supper? Do you fuck the guests before you eat them? Asking for a friend.” “You’ll find out soon enough.” Rhett gestures at the empty chairs. “After all, I saved a seat just for you.” “Oh, joy. I’m famished.” Leo isn’t just ready for this. He’s fucking craving it. Bloodlust inhabits every cell of his body, as much a part of him as his scars and his pain. Nothing will stop us. Not the gun in Rhett’s hand. Not the ghosts that haunt us. Our demons are meaner, scarier, and they’re fucking angry.