Ice Moon

By: Lisa Kessler
One touch and she is his…

Jared Ayers works outdoors, embracing a solitary life, hiding from his inner demons. But after so many of his Pack brothers have found their mates, he starts wondering if there might be a mate in his future too. His world turns upside down after he’s hired by the “Ice Queen of Lake Tahoe”. One touch is all it takes. One touch to send the wolf howling within…

A gifted psychic with pyrokinesis, Taryn Goldstone wields fire beyond her control– sometimes with dire consequences. With Jason, she discovers that some flames are meant for passion–and healing. She has enemies who covet her powerful gift, but they are about to learn just how far a wolf will go to protect his mate.

In memory of my beloved Yodette.

For almost 15 years you were by my side, snoring while I wrote.

When you inspired Tank in this book, I had no idea this would be our last story together.

I’m thankful for every day we shared.

This one is for you.

Chapter One


“Look Ben, we’ve been over this, my buyer is not paying for the upgrades. The inspection report is clear. It’s your client’s responsibility to have the addition up to code.”

The realtor gave it one last push, but I wasn’t budging. I’d already had my agent print out five new listings. We could find our buyer a new property. First rule of negotiating was to be willing to walk away.

“I’ll give you forty-eight hours. If your client is still unwilling to make the repairs, then I’m terminating this deal.”

I set my cell phone aside and stared out at my worn deck. I was beginning to think the carpenter might never leave.

Through my French doors, he tugged his tape measure out again, jotted some notes, and then checked the horizon. From this safe distance, I could admit he was easy on the eyes. Kind of a tan, working man’s version of Hugh Jackman in a tool belt. Not a bad view.

Jared Ayres came highly recommended for his custom carpentry and woodworking, and my deck needed all the help it could get. The sun reflecting off of Lake Tahoe made it tough to keep the wood protected, and another coat of stain and sealer wasn’t going to cut it this time.

Speaking of time, Charlie would be out of school in twenty minutes.

I opened the door. “Excuse me. I’ve got to leave soon. Are you almost done?”

He nodded and hooked the tape back on his belt. “Just about.”

“Perfect.” I closed the door and went into the kitchen for a glass of ice water. I poured a second one just in case my contractor was thirsty. Anything to save time at this point.

Finally, the door opened and he stepped inside. “I’ve got an estimate for you.”

He waited on the other side of the bar, notepad in hand, and I froze. Up this close, his bright hazel eyes gripped me. I cleared my throat, breaking contact, and placed the other glass in front of him.

“Thank you.” He took a quick swallow and turned his pad around for my inspection. “Here’s what I’m seeing for the new deck.”

His drawing was stunning and detailed, nothing like the chicken scratches most contractors turned in on my real estate deals.

“You’re angling it?”

He nodded and pointed outside. “It’ll cost a little more, but if we build it out an extra eight feet and then angle to the north, you’ll have a perfect unobstructed view of the sunsets at night.”

I tapped the drawing. “I’m impressed.”

He chuckled. “Good, because it’s not going to be cheap.”

Flipping the page over, he showed me his math in figuring the estimate. Pricey was putting it lightly, but as the top commercial and residential broker in the Tahoe area, I could write a check without feeling too much of a pinch.

“Can I get back to you on this?”

He slid a card across the counter. “Yeah, give me a call when you’re ready to get started, or if you come up with questions.”

“I do have one question. Will you be able to finish before the snow settles in?”

The corner of his mouth quirked into a half smile. “That would depend on how long it takes for you to say yes.”

“Excuse me?” My pulse jumped. Was he flirting with me?

He raised a brow. “How quickly you approve the bid will determine if I can get it finished before it starts snowing. We’re already into the first week of October, so if you don’t want to wait until spring, I need a decision very soon.”

Maybe the flirtation had been in my head. I crossed my arms. “Then I’ll be in touch.”

“Perfect.” He tore out the pages from his pad and laid them on the granite countertop. “I look forward to hearing from you.”

He reached out his hand. I stared at it, and then up into his disconcertingly bright eyes. “I don’t like to be touched.”

“Okay.” He lowered his hand, confusion plain on his face.

“Germs. You understand.”

He raised a brow and nodded, plainly not understanding. Not that I cared. It was best for anyone who came in contact with me to know the limitations of our relationship immediately.

They didn’t need to know it was for their own protection.

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