I’m trapped in a horror movie and I’m not ‘final girl’ material. Blame Mercury retrograde, but against my better judgment, I took a position as a traveling nanny—the Canadian Arctic can’t be too cold in the summer, right? Not even my tarot cards could predict my employer would book the cheapest, shadiest tour operation to guide us. Our buses now rust on the bottom of the Arctic Ocean and my rescuer refuses to return me to the group. Did I mention he’s disguised as a yeti? Yeah, he’s eccentric but there isn’t another soul for miles, so I’m stuck with...
Hannah
I’m trapped in a horror movie and I’m not ‘final girl’ material. Blame Mercury retrograde, but against my better judgment, I took a position as a traveling nanny—the Canadian Arctic can’t be too cold in the summer, right? Not even my tarot cards could predict my employer would book the cheapest, shadiest tour operation to guide us. Our buses now rust on the bottom of the Arctic Ocean and my rescuer refuses to return me to the group. Did I mention he’s disguised as a yeti? Yeah, he’s eccentric but there isn’t another soul for miles, so I’m stuck with my warm and fuzzy companion.
Gleb
Kidnapping, chasing, and hoarding our mates are ingrained in Chuchunya culture. The clan leaders support males who claim human women as mates. However, when I drag Hannah from the freezing ocean’s depths and nurse her to health, the leaders declare I must return her to her pleasure mate or face shunning. She’s my dushevnayasvyaz and belongs in my home, not with a human who can’t protect her from the dangers of the Tundra. I’ll never give her up, so we are shunned…alone under the permafrost…with her pleasure mate at the bottom of the ocean where I left him.
Will Hannah and Gleb survive without the support of the Chuchunya clan, or will his primitive lifestyle break her spirit? Will their dushevnayasvyaz hold them together when Hannah discovers what happened to her boyfriend, Jack?
