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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
www.ellorascave.com
Ice Queen
ISBN # 1-4199-0572-4
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED.
Ice Queen Copyright© 2006 Joey W. Hill
Edited by Briana St. James.
Cover art by Syneca.
Electronic book Publication: March 2006
This book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written
permission from the publisher, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.® 1056 Home Avenue, Akron OH 44310-
3502.
This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales
is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.
Warning:
The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. This story has been
rated X-treme by a minimum of three independent reviewers.
Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E-
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I CE Q UEEN
Joey W. Hill
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the
following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
BMW : Bayerische Motoren Werke Aktiengesellschaft Corporation
Cadillac : General Motors Corporation
Chapstick : Wyeth Corporation
Chippendales : Chippendales, USA, Inc.
Coalport : Coalport China Limited Corporation
Desert Eagle : TAAS - Israel Industries Limited Corporation
Golden Globe : Hollywood Foreign Press Association Corporation
Lincoln: Ford Motor Company Corporation
NASCAR: National Association for Stock Car Auto Racing, Inc
Sig Sauer: SIG Swiss Industrial Company Corporation . S.A.T. Swiss Arms
Technology AG Corporation
Taser : Taser International, Inc.
Tinkertoys : Registrant, Playskool, Inc. ; Last Listed Owner, Hasbro, Inc.
Velcro : Velcro Industries B.V. Ltd Liab Co
Viagra : Pfizer, Inc. Corporation
Wal-Mart : Wal-Mart Stores, Inc.
White Diamonds : Conopco, Inc. DBA Elizabeth Arden Co.
Ice Queen
Chapter One
“Catch a tiger by the toe, eeny, meeny, miny, mo.”
Marguerite glanced up from her purchase order as her hostess, Chloe Marcel, came
into the kitchen area. Genevieve Wisner, her other waitstaff person, slid by in front of
her with a tray of teacups as Chloe propped a hip on the doorframe. Fortunately, Gen
was a tall woman, whereas Chloe was a tiny thing not even five feet tall and committed
by genetics to look fourteen years old though she was nearly twenty-eight. Marguerite
had discovered her working a kiosk at the mall that sold a wide variety of body-
piercing jewelry. She’d liked the woman’s easy manner that drew customers to her side
like old friends, the selection of high-quality jewelry and the fact that Chloe, while
passionate about piercings, only had one. A navel piercing that she rarely revealed by
her clothing choices without having to manually turn up the edge of her blouse or tug
down her waistband. Marguerite had also liked the simmering mischief in her eyes.
However, since hiring her as hostess for Tea Leaves, informally known in the Tampa
area as the Tea Room, she’d learned to be wary of it.
“What are you going on about, Chloe?”
“I’m thinking about better parts of a tiger than his toes.”
Genevieve rolled her eyes, setting down the tray. “She’s in one of those moods, M.”
She used her favorite nickname for their boss, having pointed out more than once that
Marguerite’s cool reserve and authoritative presence would qualify her to head up the
MI-6 of the James Bond movies. “She’s comparing men to animals again.”
“It’s not like we get many here, you know.”
“Men, or animals?”
Chloe grimaced at her. “This is a terrific, lovely place, Marguerite, but we do need
to figure out a way to market it to men of marriageable age. Or at least the age of sexual
interest.”
“Got it.” Gen nodded. “Age twelve to ninety.”
“I’ll plan a construction workers’ convention here just for you, Chloe.” Marguerite
tapped her pen on the desk, considering the matter from her side office while Gen
grinned, placing the teacups from the Coalport set carefully in the sink water to
handwash them, as they did with all the porcelain sets. “Do you think they’d prefer
something manly, one of our strong black teas served up in a reproduction YiXing? If
clay was good enough for the samurai, it should be good enough for them. Of course,
since the samurai left their swords outside the teahouse, we might ask our guests to
leave their tool belts at the door.”
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