Her camera never lies. And it just caught something that can’t exist.
Documentary photographer Mara Ellison came to Blackridge to build a career out of her father’s shadow — not to fall for a monster.
Nikolai Voss is the coldest man in professional hockey. No interviews. No daylight. No explanations. The Reapers’ captain moves too fast for any lens to freeze, his skin is winter, and he’s been the face of a dying franchise for longer than anyone can quite explain. When Mara’s shutter catches what her eyes refuse to believe, he gives her a single warning:
Don’t look too closely.
She looks anyway.
What she finds is a two-hundred-year-old secret, a trail of bloodless bodies that follows his jersey from city to city — and the ancient predator who made him, hunting them both, determined to prove that a creature like Nikolai can never belong to anything as warm as a team, a city, or a girl with a camera.
Loving him is a death sentence. Mara has never once been good at backing down.
As the Reapers claw toward a Game 7 that could save the franchise, and the shadow that has stalked Nikolai for a century closes in, the two of them must decide what they’re willing to bleed for. Because some secrets won’t stay frozen. Some men are worth the thaw. And in Blackridge, the dark plays for keeps.
Reap what you sow.
BLOOD ON THE ICE is a full-length paranormal hockey romance — ice-cold immortal hero, a heroine with real steel, a slow burn that turns scorching, and a hard-won HEA, no cliffhanger.
One-click if you love: broody, possessive, morally gray immortal heroes · enemies-to-lovers with a fated pull · hockey romance with fangs · a fierce heroine who won’t be managed · snowed-in forced proximity and an unplanned blood bond · ride-or-die found-family teammates · gothic vampire lore and a villain with a plan · a swoony, earned happily-ever-after.
For readers 18+. Explicit content, graphic violence, blood, and themes of trauma and coercion.
