Author: Liz DeJesus
Series: the Frost Series Books 1 – 3
Genre: Fantasy, Magical Realism, Fairy Tales, Young Adult
Publisher: Indie Gypsy
Release Date: Nov 1 2016
Edition/Format: 1st Edition~ Format eBook & Print
Blurb/Synopsis:
First Frost: (Book 1)
For generations, the Frost family has run the Museum of Magical and Rare Artifacts, handing down guardianship from mother to daughter, always keeping their secrets to family only. Gathered within museum's walls is a collection dedicated to the Grimm fairy tales and to the rare items the family has acquired: Cinderella's glass slipper, Snow White's poisoned apple, the evil queen's magic mirror, Sleeping Beauty's enchanted spinning wheel...Seventeen-year-old Bianca Frost wants none of it, dreaming instead of a career in art or photography or...well, anything except working in the family's museum. She knows the items in the glass display cases are fakes because, of course, magic doesn't really exist. She's about to find out how wrong she is.
Glass Frost: (Book 2)
When Cinderella's glass slipper is stolen, Queen Felicia sends her faithful steward Terrance to the real world to retrieve his love and witch-in-training, Bianca Frost. The power of the glass slipper, when paired with its mate, and in the wrong hands, could ruin the peace of Everafter. Bianca must gather every bit of magic she has learned in the past few weeks to find the slipper and protect her new love.
Shattered Frost: (Book 3)
Bianca Frost and her BFF Ming Lee return to Everafter to attend the Winter Ball with their boyfriends, Terrance and Prince Ferdinand. They were looking forward to a short vacation, especially Bianca, who is being bullied at school. She is looking forward to the day when she can finally graduate from high school. But all is not cute hair and fancy shoes as a mysterious count sets his sights on Bianca at the ball. When Count Jonathan Bleu kidnaps Bianca and Ming, the pair must do everything in their power to escape his clutches.
from
Shattered Frost Ⓒ Liz DeJesus
Tick.
Tock.
Tick.
Tock.
Bianca stared at the clock. She bit her nails until she
broke the skin of her index finger. She hissed in pain when she tasted the
bittersweet, metallic bite of blood. She forced herself to give her nails a
break, only because she still wanted to have her fingernails intact by the time
she went back home.
She tapped her pencil against her desk. A few more minutes
and she would be free from the imbeciles that surrounded her on a daily basis.
She had tolerated them for five long months. She promised her mother, Rose,
that she would be on her best behavior and not use magic in public. That was
the hardest part. No magic. Especially when she was getting picked on by the
head cheerleader, who seemed to hate everyone, including herself. Being
‘accidentally’ pushed against lockers. And the school jerk, Brandon Campion,
was currently throwing spitballs at her.
Even when she complained to the teacher, all anyone would
get was a warning, and nothing else would ever come of it. So Bianca remained
quiet and put up with it. All she wanted was to make it through the end of the
day. Tiny droplets of sweat trickled down her temples, and she felt a single
drop of sweat making its way down her lower back. Control was more difficult
than she thought. Just thinking about everything she had endured so far made
little white puffs of smoke flutter out of her fingertips.
Crap.
Bianca hid her hands underneath her armpits and closed her
eyes. She did her best to meditate like Rose sometimes did. Her mom’s gentle
instructions breezed through her mind.
“Clear your thoughts. Think of pleasant things like the
rain, the ocean, flowers. Basically anything you like that makes you happy. You
know, nice things.”
“As long as it doesn’t make me fly off to Neverland,” Bianca
muttered.
“Neverland?” Rose asked.
“You know that whole thing about pixie dust and happy
thoughts and that’s how you can fly? Although I have it on good authority that
Tinker Bell carried Peter Pan everywhere.”
Rose arched an eyebrow. “Anyway, if you ever have trouble
controlling your magic, just meditate and see if that works.”
“All right.”
All calming thoughts vanished the moment Bianca felt a
saliva-covered piece of notebook paper land in her hair. Then another one
immediately afterwards on the back of her shirt and several others that had
struck her on the cheek. It took every ounce of willpower she possessed not to
set the whole school on fire. She took a deep, steadying breath and made
herself think happy thoughts all over again.
Fluffy kittens.
Cotton candy.
A quiet forest.
Terrance…
She glanced at her math teacher, Mrs. Carpenter. She sat at
her desk and did nothing. Magic would’ve solved her problem. Bianca could
already imagine herself setting Brandon’s notebooks on fire.
Stop. Don’t go down that train of thought. I can’t do that.
Just two more minutes. Almost done with this place. Think happy thoughts.
Fluffy kittens. Cotton candy. Gummy bears. Sour Patch Kids. Terrance.
Terrance’s dark brown eyes. His smile…
Bianca sighed and wondered what Terrance would do if he were
here right now. She was fairly certain that none of this nonsense would’ve happened
in the first place. Her boyfriend would’ve stood up for Bianca and would’ve
given Brandon a stern warning…since Terrance was a gentleman. And the second
time around (because Brandon would’ve brushed off the first warning),
Terrance’s wolf side would take over and Brandon would’ve learned the hard way
not to mess with the grandson of the Big Bad Wolf.
It was a shame that her boyfriend lived in a different
dimension.
Bianca drummed her fingers against her desk and did
everything she could to push the thought of fire away, to stop her hands from
literally bursting into flames and melting Brandon’s stupid, smug face off.
Bianca jumped when she felt yet another spitball stick to her cheek.
That does it. I’m so sick of this crap. Stupid teachers not
doing anything to stop jerks like him from bullying people for being different.
Bianca took a deep breath, got up and walked to Brandon’s
desk. He snorted and covered his mouth to keep himself from laughing. She gave
him a fake smile and placed her hands on each side of his desk.
“Miss Frost, I’m going to have to ask you to return to your
seat,” Mrs. Carpenter said.
Bianca took a deep breath, looked over her shoulder, and
said, “In a minute.”
She turned her attention back to Brandon. Her eyes locked
with his muddy brown ones. Bianca felt the heat being generated by her hands. A
fiery ocean rolled through her body. She needed to stop herself from setting
stuff on fire. Little wisps of smoke fluttered from her fingertips.
“Stop it,” Bianca said in a loud, clear voice.
“Yeah, right.” Brandon leaned forward and narrowed his eyes
at Bianca.
A dark shadow moved between them, and a cold breeze caressed
her briefly…even though all of the windows in the classroom were closed. Bianca
frowned. What was that?
He whispered, “Who’s gonna make me? I own this place,
Freak.”
Bianca hated that word. It made her stomach feel twisted and
sick. She gave him a tight-lipped grin and pulled her hands away. It took a
moment to free her hands; it was as though his desk had been covered with glue.
“Whoa!” he cried.
Brandon’s jaw dropped, and his eyes widened in shock.
Bianca’s hands had molded the fiberglass desk. Every wrinkle, and fingerprint
on her hands were visible on top of Brandon’s desk. It made her think of the
clay with her handprints that Rose kept on the mantle above the fireplace in
the living room. She waved her hands to repair the desk before anyone else
noticed. She snatched the straw from behind his left ear as well as the
notebook he used to make the spitballs and tossed them in the trash can by the
door.
“Look at what she did,” Brandon cried and pointed at his
desk.
Bianca ignored the teacher’s beady little eyes and returned
to her desk. She crossed her arms across her chest, grinned, and let out a
happy sigh as she gazed at the clock.
Five.
Four.
Three.
Two.
One.
The clock struck three. Bianca didn’t wait for the teacher
to dismiss them. She snatched her backpack and headed out the door.
“Did you see what she did?” Brandon shouted as she walked
down the hallway.
Mrs. Carpenter yawned and dismissed the students. Bianca was
already halfway to her locker when the bell rang. A few minutes later, she
heard the familiar click-clack of Ming’s high-heeled boots.
“B!”
Bianca turned toward her best friend’s voice.
“Hey, Ming.”
She gave her friend a warm smile. The only person who was
ever truly kind to her in school. How hard was it for other people to be nice?
Was it really that complicated?
“You ready for next week?” Ming asked.
Prince Ferdinand had invited Ming and Bianca to the Winter
Ball although he mainly wanted Ming to attend. Bianca was fairly certain that
Prince Ferdinand didn’t care whether Bianca joined them or not. He only had
eyes for Ming. She had no problem with that. Bianca was going to the ball with
Terrance and would spend every single moment of her vacation with him. She let
out a sigh. She had gotten used to that sting in her heart every time she
wished to see him. Bianca didn’t want to get used to missing her boyfriend. She
wanted them to be together, like a normal couple.
Sometimes, it sucked having a boyfriend who lived in another
time period, dimension, and shared a set of genes with the Big Bad Wolf.
Complicated didn’t even begin to sum up their relationship.
Bianca and Ming had been preparing for the Winter Ball by
taking ballroom dancing lessons. They learned the waltz, quadrille, the spiral
and other traditional dances. Ming did well enough that she wasn’t stepping on
her instructor’s toes anymore. Bianca, who was a natural dancer thanks to years
of taking Irish step dancing and ballet lessons, had the steps down after a few
lessons. She did her best not to rub it in since Ming often suffered from two
left feet.
“Yeah, I seriously can’t wait to get out of here,” Bianca
replied.
“I still can’t believe we’re going to an actual ball,” Ming
said. She bounced on the tips of her toes. Safe to say she was excited.
“Shh. We can’t let anyone know,” Bianca whispered.
Ming rested her back against the metal gray lockers. “I
know. I just…I wish I could tell someone. You should’ve heard Betty Rodriguez
bragging about going to Disney World on her winter break. I wanted to say, ‘Oh
yeah? Well Bianca and I are going to a ball in another dimension, and my
boyfriend’s the prince’.”
Bianca giggled. “You know you can’t say anything.”
Ming huffed and crossed her arms. “It sucks.”
Bianca opened her locker. She was just about to reach for
her coat when a book tumbled out of her locker and landed on the floor.
Weird.
She bent down to pick it up and saw that it was a copy of
Grimm’s Fairy Tales. She had completely forgotten that she had that book in her
locker. It had fallen open to the story of Bluebeard. Bianca cringed. It was
her least favorite fairy tale. Mostly because it was about a serial killer that
had a thing for torturing and murdering his wives. She shuddered as she closed
the book and put it back inside her locker.
Bianca grabbed a few nonessentials, her coat, scarf and
gloves from her locker and slammed it shut. “Come on. We gotta go. I almost set
Brandon Campion on fire in math just now.”
“Seriously?” Ming arched an eyebrow.
“Yep.”
“Yikes.” Ming smirked and shook her head. “Never a dull
moment with you, is it?”
Bianca rolled her eyes and chuckled. Together, they walked
out of school.
“You wanna come over my place tonight?” Ming asked. “We can
order Chinese or pizza, watch movies, eat candy, and paint my nails.”
“What about my nails?” Bianca examined her short, plain and
uneven nails. She was a notorious nail biter.
“I know for a fact that I currently own one hundred shades
of pink—which is your least favorite color. Besides, you hardly ever paint your
nails. So I spoke correctly, thank you very much.”
Bianca laughed. “Sounds great. Let me call Mom and see if
she needs anything. I’ll see you at your place in an hour or so.”
“Later!” Ming waved and walked away.
Bianca stood by the front doors and put her dark purple coat
on and zipped it up. She wrapped her emerald green scarf around her neck
several times and put on her cherry red gloves. She stepped out into the winter
cold and shivered. It was at least twenty degrees outside. Bianca hated the
cold. Winter was her least favorite season. She always preferred autumn—not too
cold, not too warm. Just right.
She braved the bitter wind and searched for her car in the
school parking lot. It was hard to miss the oldest car in sight. Her loveable
white VW Beetle. It was a classic. She even bought a book on how to fix a few
simple things. She was now able to change the oil, the brake pads and the
tires. Safe to say, her parents were impressed with her newfound skills. Bianca
unlocked the car and was a second away from opening the door when she felt a
hand on her shoulder.
“Hey, Freak,” the male voice said as he spun her around.
Her heart leapt to her throat and found herself face-to-face
with Brandon Campion.
Bianca narrowed her eyes and stared at him. She remained
silent.
“What did you do to my desk?” he asked.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about. You are clearly
losing your mind,” she replied. She put on a brave face even though her heart
hammered against her chest so hard and fast that she thought it would burst out
of her chest.
“What are you?” Brandon squinted as he studied her.
She ignored his question and tried to get inside her car
once more. The faster she got away, the better. She needed to get home.
“Hey! I asked you a question.” Brandon put his hand on her
shoulder and forced her to meet his gaze once more.
Bianca placed a gloved hand on his chest and called the wind
to aid her. A gust of air shot straight at him and slammed him into the car
parked next to hers. The glass cracked. Brandon slid to the ground and gasped
in pain.
Bianca squatted down next to him, her hands clenched into
fists. “Don’t you ever…ever put your hands on me again. Do you understand?”
Brandon’s eyes widened in shock as he nodded. He tried to
push himself away from Bianca but pushed himself further against the car behind
him.
“Touch me again, and I promise you it will be the last thing
you do. Are we clear?” Bianca growled.
Brandon remained speechless.
“Understand?”
“Y-yes, yes. I-I understand,” he stammered.
“Good. Merry freakin’ Christmas, you big jerk.”
With that, Bianca got in her car and drove away.
Liz DeJesus was born on the tiny island of Puerto Rico. She is a novelist and a poet. She has been
writing for as long as she was capable of holding a pen. She is the author of
the novel Nina
(Blu Phi'er Publishing, October
2007), The
Jackets (Arte Publico Press,
March 31st 2011) First
Frost (Musa Publishing, June 22nd 2012) and Glass
Frost (Musa Publishing).
Liz has a story featured in the Indie Gypsy anthology Stories
in the Key of Erotica. Look for her novel Morgan,
to be released in July 2014 through Indie Gypsy.
Feel free to email her at lizdejesus23@yahoo.com
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