Please give a warm welcome to Kat Holmes!
I live in an apartment complex. This place is huge, a city unto itself. I honestly think this place should have its own zip code it’s so large. We even have almost everything we need, a supermarket across the street, a liquor store for those who like to drink—a lot—and even a small post office.
What we didn’t have was a Laundromat within walking distance. We’re not allowed to hang our laundry out to dry. That’s in our leases, so we have to go and do our laundry and dry it at a Laundromat. With rising gas prices on top of having to pay for the machine this was getting expensive. So our complex built a really nice laundry just around the corner from my apartment.
This is a good thing right? Sure it is. Well…it would have been but for one slight, annoying little problem. The place they built the Laundromat is where the local bus stop was located. They could no longer let the little monsters…err I mean darlings, yeah darlings; anyway, they couldn’t let them continue to be picked up there. Nope, they had to move the bus stop. And you get one guess where they moved it. That’s right, the new stop is right outside my window.
Every morning the little you-know-what’s gather first thing, bright and early and begin jabbering. And kids don’t come with a volume control switch. For some reason they think the kid next to them can’t hear them unless they’re shouting at the top of their little lungs. And if that wasn’t bad enough? My apartment is at the end of the street, located right next to a bright red stop sign. The kids love to bang the metal sign and kick the post it stands on.
But afternoons, 2:30 p.m. to be exact, are the worst! The monsters—no, darlings—come home. But when they get off the bus they don’t go home. Oh no, they congregate under a tree just across from my window, and they yell and gab…and curse. I swear the stuff coming out these elementary level students’ mouths are worse than anything I said until I was in high school. It’s a constant litany of “fuck this” and “screw your mama” and “suck my dick”.
Elementary schoolers…kids no older then ten! Can you believe it? And while they’re busy cursing each other, a few adventurous, not mention destructive, little leprechauns decided to climb on parked cars and jump on people’s hoods. People come home from work to find dents in their spare cars and have no idea how they got there but then have to pay for repairs.
So the Laundromat is a good thing. We no longer have to drive far to do our clothes. However, it did create a really bad thing. The monsters—yes, monsters not darlings—now dwell in hungry, feral packs outside my window during the entire school year!
Brent Larkin came to Antarctica to study penguins. He didn’t come looking for either adventure or romance. But when a freak storm blows in and he loses his way, that’s exactly what he gets. Attacked by some bobbing lights, he suddenly finds himself in a wintry forest surrounded by men with swords pointed at him. The next thing he knows he’s in a dungeon and chained to the wall.
Awni is the queen of Artica, a land of eternal winter. The daughter of a god, Awni’s cursed to never know the touch of another. Her icy skin is death for anyone who dares to touch her flesh. But, when a mysterious stranger shows up in her lands, she finds herself drawn to him. Eager to learn about his world, she invites him to spend time with her only to be shocked when he touches her and doesn’t freeze to death.
But Artica is a land ruled by tradition. Though she longs to keep Brent with her, the laws of the land force her to send him home. But without him, both she and the land begin to suffer. Now, Awni is facing the same peril as one of her ancestors. And if she perishes like her ancestor did, all of Artica will pay the price. Can Brent, returned to his own world, somehow find his way back and save her before all is lost?