Title: Frozen
Author: L.A. Casey
Neala
Clarke is a woman of her word, when she gives you it, expect her to
deliver. Neala gave her niece Charli her word that she would get her
a doll for Christmas. Never mind that there is only one week until
Christmas and everywhere that stocked toys is practically sold out.
Neala gave her word that she would get that doll for Charli, so she
will move mountains to make it happen.
Darcy
Hart is a people pleaser, when he is asked last minute for a doll by
his adorable six year old nephew Dustin, he of course, says yes.
However, Darcy faces a dilemma, the particular doll he needs is sold
out everywhere. Darcy makes one last attempt to get the doll at a
local toy store, and finds out they have only one left in stock, but
he also finds out he is not the only person interested in claiming
the doll.
Neala
and Darcy go way back, playing in each other’s play pens kind of
way back. They are not friends, more like mortal enemies, and both of
them wanting a single doll was the start of a series of events that
no one could have predicted, not even Father Christmas himself.
It
all happened in slow motion.
Darcy
was shouting at me from inside of the tunnel one minute, and the next
his upper body disappeared as the roof of the snow tunnel collapsed
in on top of him. It literally collapsed on top of him and now he
wasn't moving.
At
all.
For
at least twenty seconds I did nothing but stare at him then my senses
kicked into overdrive.
"Darcy!"
I screamed, and threw my blanket off my body as I rushed over to him.
I
licked my lips and stared down at his body with wide eyes, and
shaking limbs. My heart was slamming into my chest, and each pulse
got louder and louder. I could hear each beat my heart took and my
ears rang with the noise.
"Darcy!"
I shouted hoping he would make a noise from under the snow or at
least move his legs.
Nothing.
Not
a sound or kick from him.
I
really started to worry then, the thought of him drowning crossed my
mind. I mean, snow was made of water and he was buried under the
snow, which meant he was technically under water right now.
Fuck.
I
had to save him.
I
dropped my candle to the ground and ignored it as the glass bowl that
encased the candle smashed causing it to blow out.
It
was darker now, but the rest of the candles along the hallway were
still lit so I could see pretty well.
"Darcy,
don't worry!" I shouted. "I'm gonna get you out of there!"
I
dropped to my knees and began to scoop handfuls of snow off his body.
I threw the snow onto the pile Darcy created while digging the tunnel
off to my right, but I had to stop because my hands hurt with the
cold. I instead moved to Darcy legs and gripped onto them and pulled.
I pulled with all of my might and the idiot's body only slightly
moved.
"Move!"
I shouted and pulled at his legs again.
I
held onto Darcy with every fibre of strength I had and pulled again,
and by the grace of God, his body moved.
It
actually moved.
I
was strong!
"Yes!"
I cheered.
I
scrambled up to Darcy's back when his shoulders became visible. I
placed my hands on both of them and pulled as hard as physically
possible, the wet floor under Darcy made him slide which made
things so much easier for me and my arms.
"You're
out!" I cheered.
Darcy
was gasping for air so I rolled him over so he could suck in as much
air as he needed. His eyes were closed, but his body was shaking. I
instinctively placed my hands on his arms, directly on his biceps.
His
firm biceps.
Stop
it.
I
began to rub up and down very fast hoping to generate some heat for
Darcy to ease his shivering. All the rubbing was pointless though,
unless I got him up off the cold wet floor he would just get sick.
"Darcy,
stand up," I said.
He
didn't move, nor did he reply to me.
That
worried me.
I
looked to Darcy's face and found his eyes were still closed. I looked
down to his chest and saw it was moving up and down which relaxed me
immensely.
"Darcy!"
I said loudly, shaking him.
"Darcy!"
Einstein called from the kitchen.
I
screeched, "Shut
up,
Einstein!"
Stupid
bloody bird.
I
looked back down to Darcy when I thought I heard him chuckle, but I
was mistaken because he was motionless with his eyes still closed.
This wouldn't do, I had to wake him up because we'd be stuck in
this house if he didn't fix the tunnel and continue to dig so we
could get out of here.
Was
that selfish?
"Darcy!"
I shouted and shook him, hard.
He
groaned and it caused my pulse to spike.
"Neala?"
he croaked.
He
was alive!
"Yes,
Darcy, it's Neala. I'm here. It's okay, I saved you."
I
was so proud of myself for saving him, too.
"Neala,"
he gasped my name again, and this time it was followed by a cough.
I
frowned down at him.
Why
was he coughing?
"Are
you okay?" I asked, genuinely concerned for his well being.
Darcy
coughed again. "I don't think so... everything is fading."
Oh,
my God.
Fading?
As
in fading to black?
"Don't
you die and leave me here alone!" I snapped at him.
I
may have still hated him close to ninety percent, but I didn't want
him to die... I also didn't want to be left on my own with just
Einstein for company.
"I'm...
I'm dying... Neala."
Oh,
no.
"You
can't be, you weren't under the snow for that long- Darcy!" I
screeched and shook him when he started to go limp.
"Neala,"
he gasped. "Come closer."
I
couldn't believe what was happening.
This
was not how things were supposed to end, we were supposed to get out
of here... together.
"I'm
here, Darcy," I said and swallowed back a sob that wanted to
escape.
Darcy's
breathing slowed. "I can see the light," he whispered.
I
blinked back tears. "Go to the light, Darcy."
Darcy
gasped for breath, then all of sudden everything stopped.
His
movement.
His
breathing.
His
everything.
Oh,
no.
"Darcy?"
I whispered.
Nothing.
Oh,
my God.
"Please
don't be dead," I said then released the sob that was dying to
be let out.
I
stared down at Darcy's face, and I couldn't believe what just
happened.
He
died in my arms.
What
was I going to do?
I
never even told him I was sorry for giving him the runs, or for all
the other times I was a bitch to him, and now I would never get the
chance.
I
felt like dirt.
I
began to cry, but Darcy's body suddenly twitched then he inhaled
sharply, and loudly.
I
blinked then widened my eyes in shock.
"Darcy?"
I whispered.
Darcy
blinked opened his big brown eyes.
He
was alive!
"Am
I in Heaven?" he asked.
He
thought he was dead!
Darcy
blinked his eyes a couple of times then he flicked his eyes to mine
and he stared at me for a long moment before he sighed.
"Nope,
not Heaven. This must be Hell if you're here," he said, his face
was as serious as if he just told me someone had a heart attack.
I
stared down at him then narrowed my eyes.
Ex-fucking-cuse
me?
"What?"
I asked, completely confused.
Darcy
looked at me then burst out laughing.
Laughing!
I
gasped and dropped him to the floor.
He
grunted in pain, but continued to laugh.
That...
that fucking bastard!
He
played me.
"You
joked about dying?"
I screeched.
Who
does that?
I loved reading Frozen. I read Frozen after a long stressful day and it was just what I needed to unwind. It's light quick read. I had me laughing out loud at some points.
Neala and Darcy have know each other forever. They have a crazy relationship were they are out to get each other. Neala and Darcy have this comically fight over the last doll at the store at Christmas time. Neala gets the doll and Darcy steals it. This set off a string of events. Both Neala and Darcy's families want to see them together but that seem like an impossible task. I loved all the characters. They all are very likeable.
Some of things Neala and Darcy do to each other are crazy. It seems like either has any limits when it comes to getting the other back. It seems like mother nature has plans for them too when they get snowed it. Being snowed forces Darcy and Neala to come to terms with each other. Just when you think things are going good there are some crazy things that happen.
Frozen is a great read. This is a definite one click.
5 Amazeballs Stars!!!
L.A. Casey was born, raised and currently resides in Dublin, Ireland. She is a twenty two year old stay at home mother to an almost two year old German Shepherd named Storm and of course, her four and half year old (the half is apparently vital) beautiful little hellion/angel depending on the hour of the day.
Her first novel, Dominic, was released on March 17th, 2014, and on March 21st, 2014, it became an international Amazon bestseller.
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