Defrosting Jack by Susan Laine #LGBT #Review # Holiday #Erotic #New Release

Wendy reviews Defrosting Jack by Susan Laine. 126 pages, Published by Siren Publishing December 7, 2016.

defrosting-jack-coverJack Frost has a problem. He’s the mythical power behind the elements of ice, snow, and frost, but his fame is being usurped by a fictional Frozen queen. So Jack’s the grumpiest man in Yuleland and is in need of a naughty distraction.

Rudolph Hreinn has a problem, as well. Rudy’s in high demand on Christmas, but the rest of the year he’s scorned by everyone for being different. So Rudy’s the saddest man in Yuleland and desperate for a nice diversion.

When the winter sprite and the reindeer shifter meet, after a rocky start, a friendship of like minds is born. Attraction soon follows. But then strange things start to happen. Odd omens warn them of dire consequences for Yuleland and for the winter holidays should they fall for each other.

Can love unite two lonely men and save Christmas? It’s the most wonderful time of the year—for some frosty reindeer games.



Jack closed the gap between them. His Adam’s apple bopped as he gulped. A sheen of sweat showed he was nervous. Rudy hadn’t even figured the man could get sweaty. Except maybe during sex, like most everyone with a pulse. And even Jack had a pulse, as cold-blooded as he was.

Then Rudy realized why Jack must have been so jittery about. “You’re worried. Lack of heat in your body?”

Jack’s expression hardened for an instant. Clearly, this was a sore point for him. Then he seemed to make a conscious effort to unwind, and tension abandoned him as he nodded. “Yes.”

Rudy smiled because this he could do. “I’m half fire giant. Your coldness won’t affect me, hurt or wound me. And it won’t turn me off. Besides…the happier I feel, the hotter I am. Being with you here…I’m pleased.”

Jack gifted him with a lopsided grin. “Good.”

Yet Jack hesitated briefly. Then, he gently gripped Rudy’s hips and brought their lower bodies close to each other tight. Rudy felt Jack’s excitement behind the fabric barrier of his white pants, and his own cock responded in kind, twitching and eagerly pushing against his fly.

Jack was about the same height as Rudy, maybe an inch taller. Jack moved first, leaning in. Slowly, he pressed his lips against Rudy’s, the brush feather-light.

Neither man closed his eyes. Rudy didn’t want to miss a thing. He longed to see Jack’s eyes grow dark with lust. He wasn’t disappointed because those blue eyes morphed into mere icy rims around black pearls as his pupils dilated.

Rudy sighed in satisfaction. Jack took advantage of the opening and pushed his tongue in deeper. Their lips fused together and their tongues snaked and coiled around one another as their kiss deepened. Jack tasted of mulled wine and spicy mustard, both heated flavors.

Nonetheless, Jack hadn’t lied. His skin, breath, his silky tongue—all were colder than anyone Rudy had ever been with. Which was a short list of one. But none of that seemed to matter in the end because Rudy’s body heat burned away the sting of biting cold until their kiss became, quite literally, steamy.

Jack pulled back and blew out a breath of steam, chuckling. “Well, that’s new.”

Rudy chimed in with a laugh of his own. “Never happened to me either.”

Jack swayed their hips together as if they were slow-dancing seductively. “Never made out with a frost giant before?”

“Nope. First time for everything. For frost and for…giants.” He waggled his eyebrows lewdly and rocked his hard length into Jack’s responding bulge. Both men groaned.

Jack grinned wickedly. “Well, it’s true. I have nothing to be ashamed of in the below-the-belt department.”

Rudy giggled and blushed. This sort of playful, sexy teasing was new to him. Initially, he wouldn’t have guessed Jack to be capable or into such foreplay. But Jack was full of surprises, a regular jack of all trades. Rudy couldn’t wait to see what Jack had up his sleeve—other than a nude body of lithe, fair perfection.

Then Jack kicked their luscious game up a notch by wrapping one arm around Rudy’s waist and used his other hand to squeeze and rub Rudy’s shaft through his clothes. Rudy moaned as his dick threatened to burst out at any second, a wet spot already forming where his cockhead was leaking like a faulty faucet.

“Mmm, how does this feel?” Jack murmured into Rudy’s ear, nibbling on his earlobe as if it were his favorite food, a lick following soon to soothe the sting. His hands refused to stay still. “Too cold?”

“Nu-uh.” Rudy had lost contact with the eloquent part of his brain. His dick ruled the show now. “My, um, my heat’s…leveling your cold.”

Jack chuckled. “Yeah, I figured from all the steam.”

Then his deft fingers worked on unlacing Rudy’s fly, wiggled through the flaps to wrap around Rudy’s cock and start a slow steady stroke. “Oh. Hot.”

Rudy got goose-bumps when icy fingers held his shaft firmly. “Ah, cold…” He closed his eyes, relishing the unusual mix of sensations. “Amazing…love your hands on me.”

“I believe you’re the first person to ever say that. Except perhaps those couple of frost giants I’ve slept with over the years. They didn’t mind my freezing touch. Theirs was the same.”

“No other beings?” Rudy was admittedly curious. Though Jack Frost was a legend in his own right, next to nothing was known about his sexual proclivities. In fact, most folks seemed to assume Jack didn’t even have sex because he was frigid or something.

“A few snow elves. No one else let me touch them longer than a mere moment.”

Jack’s casual tone hinted at some embarrassment and mild regret but not sorrow. Rudy surmised Jack hadn’t developed deep feelings for his past lovers. Jack’s shrug also suggested the situation bothered him somewhat but that he wasn’t willing to let that show, not in so many words.

Then Jack’s thumb flitted over Rudy’s slit, and Rudy stopped thinking altogether.

Jack maneuvered Rudy toward the bed. A thick thermal mattress and blanket covered a block of ice, but Rudy had no experience with such ice bunks. No springs equaled no bounce. What else would be out?

“I’m not a full ice jotun,” Jack said out of the blue, or after sensing Rudy’s concerns. “I can’t sleep entirely on a bed of ice. There’s a wooden frame in the center, with the mattress on top. It has springs and it’s soft and comfortable and—”

“You had me at springs.”

Rudy snickered and kissed Jack’s cool lips. The touch sent shivers down Rudy’s spine but the best was the hushed sigh of contentment Jack released, perhaps beyond his control. That told Rudy he was on the right track.

He wound his arms around Jack’s neck, slanted his mouth against his, and then delved deeper into Jack’s delicious mouth. Their tongues slid together effortlessly, hot and wet. The flavor of mulled wine had faded, and now Jack tasted of…cold spring waters and fresh snow. To Rudy, it wasn’t bland as much as it was subtle and pure and fascinating.

With dexterity, Rudy wiggled his other hand between their bodies, unbuttoned the fly of Jack’s pants, and gripped Jack’s cock. Like a column of ice, Jack’s member was rigid as a pole but cold as stone in the arctic. The tip was wet, a half-frozen teardrop of pre-cum clinging to the tender slit. Rudy swiped it onto his thumb and put it in his mouth.

“Mmm…” Jack groaned, his mumbled words indistinct, his eyes hooded with lust, heat of passion definitely there.

The taste of Jack lingered on Rudy’s tongue, chilled but salty and sweet, too. He smiled. “Melts in my mouth.”

Jack’s eyes widened. Then he burst out laughing, the sound like clinking ice in a glass, a musical quality to it. Rudy was mesmerized. “I feel like I’m melting all over in your arms.”

“Well, let’s put that to the test, shall we?”

We were given a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.


Why I read this book: This book was chosen for me by one of my fellow reviewers. It’s holiday themed and a new to me author, I am always excited to try new authors.

Busy time of year for everyone and hard sometimes to squeeze a book in-between shopping and preparing for the holidays. This short book is absolutely perfect for this. It has so much going for it. It’s a quick read, has myths, shifters, magic, holidays, a mystery and a quest, super hottness between the MC’s and a HEA. Perfect!

I loved both of the MC’s. They are unique and kind of broken and work really hard to fix each other. They faced a lot in a short space of time in this book, but it’s well written and presented in such a wonderful way that you don’t feel overwhelmed.

And you can see, just from the excerpt how hot these two are between the sheets!

I don’t usually say anything about the covers of books, but this one is stunning!

Just a nice story for the holidays. I’m so happy that I got the chance to read and review this book. Pot Of Gold 9half

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susan-laine-bioSusan is an award-winning author of LGBTQ erotic romance, often described as M/M (gay) and F/F (lesbian) romance. She writes for Dreamspinner Press, DSP Publications, Siren BookStrand, and Evernight Publishing. Susan is a Finn writing in English. She likes action flicks, pop music, saunas, and the seasons in Finland. Join Susan’s newsletter HERE.


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