2:05 a.m.
After spending all her life trying to be normal, Nova gives up. She isn’t like everyone else. When a recent break-up highlights her limitations, the crushing realization drives her deeper into work. Content in her private world and with no desire to change, she finds herself pulled into a mission that takes her away from her safe and secluded life.
Arrow has been trapped in a cage for, well, he can’t recall, but he is ready to be free. As the water base crumbles around him, he fears his chances of getting out alive. When his “Angel” appears, she’s what he’s been searching for all his life, and his soul knows her. But his angel doesn’t know who he is, nor does she care, and she resists helping him.
This unlikely pair starts an alliance, and a train ride alters them forever. Before long they will uncover the dark past that haunts Arrow, and the even darker future that awaits them both. Life for Arrow is about to become real, and for someone as crazy as Nova, this one man turns out to be the stability in her unpredictable world.
2:05 a.m.
An Ice Era Chronicle (Book 2)
Copyright © 2017 C.M. Moore
ISBN: 978-1-946454-34-8
Cover Design: William Black
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I dedicate this book to my tiny shower. No joke. I cannot lift my arms up because they hit all sides. I have to duck to get my hair wet. Here’s to a bathtub...
To my better half, without you, this book wouldn’t exist.
To those of you still hanging in there, April, Lyn-z, Sarah. I can’t thank you enough for the tips, thoughts, and support!
To Whitney and Damien, you are my own personal munchkin and American Indian. Hugs.
To the Trolls in the Troll River Publishing House, you are all my heroes. Thank you for giving me direction and focus. Especially, Stephanie... 2 Dollars.
To the Saint Cloud, MN, Wounded Warrior Project Support Group, I can’t thank you enough for the good-natured ribbing and the support for my writing. You guys are the best!
To Kay, I can’t believe you read the sex in this. You make me laugh. Thanks for telling everyone how much you liked it. You’re my one-woman fan club!
To Shelley, Amanda, Alison, and Diane, this story wouldn’t be what it is without your notes, comments, and ideas. Your sharp eyes and brilliant suggestions mean so much to me.
To my daughters, Capi and Sam, both of you make me a better person. You help me to remember to never give up and you keep my imagination alive. I love all the questions you ask.
And finally, to all the readers out there... all I can say is wow, really wow. You all make my heart beat a little faster.
To all of you, thank you.