Touched By Ice

Book 4: Ice Breaker Cold Case Romance

by Cynthia Eden

Genres: Billionaires Romance; Military Romance; Romantic Suspense

Synopsis

Cold case. Hot romance.

Aiden Warner has power, fame, and money. What he doesn’t have? Answers. His twin brother vanished when Aiden was a teen, and the mystery has haunted Aiden for years. He will do anything, pay any price, to learn the truth. Luckily for Aiden, there is one woman out there who can help him solve the mystery from his past.

She deals with the dead.

Dr. Antonia “Tony” Rossi has a reputation—she finds the dead. She’s an expert when it comes to discovering remains and identifying the deceased. Someone has to give justice for the missing, and she’s made it her life’s work to be the voice for those who can’t speak. Tony’s a loner by nature, uncomfortable with attention, and definitely not a woman who seeks the spotlight.

He thinks he can buy her. Newsflash, he can’t.

Aiden is used to getting what he wants, and what he wants now? Antonia. He figures he can pay her to do the job, and the case will be closed but…he’s wrong. About her. About himself. From the minute he meets her, Aiden is obsessed. He expected Antonia to be brilliant, but he doesn’t expect the hot surge of desire he feels for her.

Someone will kill to keep the past buried.

But now Aiden’s attention has a killer focused on Antonia, too. Someone who will not allow her to uncover any of his dark secrets. And if he has to, he will bury Antonia so deeply that no one will ever find her again.

It’s not the past that can destroy you. It’s the present.

When Antonia is threatened, Aiden realizes that nothing matters but protecting her. For years, his heart has been locked away, but she’s brought him to life again. He will not lose her. Will he fight for her? With everything he has. Would he kill to protect her? In a heartbeat.

Together, Aiden and Antonia will hunt for the murderer who has been hiding and waiting to strike again. The dead are going to speak, and Antonia will make sure she gives them justice.

It’s time for another Ice Breaker Cold Case Romance! Danger, action, and steamy romance are in store in TOUCHED BY ICE. There’s a killer on the loose, and Antonia and Aiden will risk their lives to stop him. Be careful who you trust and gear up for betrayal because secrets will explode, and the truth you discover may just chill you to the bone.

 

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Release date: February 28, 2023

Publisher: Hocus Pocus Publishing, Inc.

Print pages: 292

Sample

Chapter One

Brutal. There was no other way to describe the night. The discovery. The pain of seeing those tiny bones being unearthed. The pale, pink blanket. The dirty, small, stuffed rabbit that had been left with the bones…

Weariness and sorrow pulled at her, but Antonia Rossi—Tony to her friends and colleagues—kept her spine stiff and her shoulders squared. She couldn’t leave the scene, not yet. Even though every part of her just wanted to run away as fast as she could. This particular scene stirred too many of her own long-buried secrets.

The van’s back door slammed. The sound jolted her, and she stiffened. The driver turned toward her, tipping his head. A sign that he’d be pulling out soon. The remains would be taken in for review by the medical examiner.

Beside her, the police chief exhaled on a long sigh. “This property had been searched before. Right after the disappearance. All the properties that belonged to the family were searched, just as a matter of course. How the hell was this missed?”

This…the body of an eight-year-old child. A death that had occurred over twenty years ago. All but forgotten by everyone.

But not by me. Because Tony’s job was to work the cold cases. To keep hunting when others stopped. “It’s possible the body was moved here after the search.” More than possible. She suspected that was exactly what had occurred. “Forensics will be able to tell you more.” Though she had plenty of suspicions on her own.

Forensics would also confirm the identity of the victim. But based on the remnants of clothes—the little blue jeans, the tattered yellow shirt, and the very distinct shoes, blue converses with yellow laces—Tony felt certain she’d found her girl. After all, Meridian Duvane had last been seen in those exact clothes so very long ago.

Banshee, Tony’s German Shephard, brushed against her leg and stared up at her with worried eyes. The dog had caught the tension in her voice. Banshee always knew when Tony was upset. Dammit, I hate finding the kids. When you didn’t have a body, then you could still have hope. You could still think…Maybe she’s out

there. Maybe one day, I’ll wake up and she’ll be back home. But that hope was gone now. Because little Meridian had been found.

The van pulled away, and Tony’s head tilted as she watched the taillights fade into the distance.

“Yeah, forensics will have a field day,” the chief agreed. “Especially with that blanket and the damn bunny. Killer had to touch them, right? Maybe his DNA is on them.”

She hoped like hell it was.

“You okay?” the chief asked her when she remained quiet. Chief Hardy Powell. Fairly new to the job, only in the position about six months. Sounding shaken. Nervous. Probably his first time to find one of the kids. They were always the hardest.

So she decided to be honest with him. Maybe he needed some honestly. “I’m not.” Her lips curled down. “You’re not, either, and that’s okay. That’s what makes us normal.” If they were both completely okay with digging up a little girl, then there would be a problem. Slowly, deliberately, she gave a long exhale. “I’ll be around if you need me.” Since only bones remained—and bones were her specialty—the chief medical examiner very well might need Tony’s services. She didn’t have plans to leave Biloxi, Mississippi, anytime soon. When she’d come down for the case, she’d rented a house near the beach. She’d planned to work the case and then take some long overdue personal time. Her fingers sank into Banshee’s coat. “Come on, sweetheart, let’s go.”

She and Banshee turned for her rental car, and Tony’s long, black braid slid over her shoulder. It wasn’t a particularly cold night. Did they even get cold nights this close to the Gulf? There was definitely no chill in the air. Quite the opposite. The air felt humid. Heavy. A hot breeze blew over her cheeks. A breeze that swept away the tear that had leaked from her left eye. Dammit. She hated crying at a scene. So unprofessional. But Meridian had been so small, and when Tony had seen those bones unearthed, she’d been shoved right back into her own past.

“Dr. Rossi?”

At the questioning male voice, Tony stiffened. Escape had been so close at hand. Denied. Thinking it was a cop or one of the members of the crime scene team trying to get her attention, Tony turned around and she even had her game face in place when she looked toward the speaker. Points for her.

But she didn’t find herself staring at a cop or one of the crime scene analysts. Instead, a tall, broad-shouldered male in an elegantly cut suit stared back at her. He gave her a quick smile.

She didn’t particularly like smiles at murder scenes. Half of his face was in shadow, half spotlighted by all the illumination the cops had brought in for the investigation. He looked sinister when she suspected he’d meant to appear charming.

“My name is Smith Sanders, and I’m here on behalf of my employer.” He extended a business card toward her.

She took it automatically, but since she was a few feet away from the spotlights the cops were using, it was too dark for her to clearly read anything on the card. Tony just shoved it into her back pocket.

“My boss is Aiden Warner,” he added. Then waited, as if the name

was supposed to mean something to her.

It didn’t, so she just kept staring back at him. Tony didn’t exactly spend her time following the business world. So if his boss was a bigwig, the name didn’t ring any bells for her.

“He wants to hire you,” Smith continued determinedly. “I have a car ready, so if you will just come this way…” He motioned to the right. To the right, where a black limo waited about fifty yards away.

Tony blinked. “Uh, no.” She would not be going that way. Tony had seen the limo arrive earlier and had figured it belonged to a local politician who’d wanted to get his name tied to the discovery of Meridian’s body. Knowing the way politicians worked, she’d thought he’d rolled in to do a press conference about finally getting closure for the family. About never giving up on the missing. The usual spiels that she’d heard people in power say dozens of times.

Though since they didn’t have the killer yet, she hardly thought there was any closure to discuss on Meridian’s case.

“Excuse me?” Smith seemed to be struggling to get his words out. “Did you just say ‘no’ to me?”

She had. What Tony didn’t get was why he seemed so surprised. With a shake of her head, she informed him, “Tacky to bring a limo to a crime scene. You should tell your boss that. Try arriving in something less flashy.”

“I…will?” A question. “I’ll, um…” He coughed. “I’ll tell Aiden you think he’s tacky.”

She nodded. “You definitely should tell him. Less is more. And as to the offer of a ride, no, I’m not getting into a car with a stranger.” Seriously? “That’s not how my world works. Cute, though. Really.” No, it wasn’t. She huffed out a breath and fought to hold onto her composure. Meridian had gotten to her. “I’m not looking for a job at the moment. I’m just finishing up a scene.” Which he should be able to tell—clearly—on his own. “So thanks, but no thanks.”

Smith’s mouth opened, then closed.

“Good night.” She turned away. Banshee instantly turned with her.

“But…but people don’t tell Aiden Warner no!”

“Really? That’s odd.” She kept walking. “Could have sworn I just did.”

***

She wasn’t coming to the car.

Aiden Warner watched as Dr. Antonia Rossi turned away from Smith and strode toward her small sedan. She opened the passenger side first and let her dog jump inside. Bending low, she spoke to the dog, rubbed it behind its ears, then shut the door. Moving with an elegant, if somewhat stiff grace, she headed around the car to the driver’s side.

Got inside.

And drove away.

Well, sonofabitch.

So much for the first meet and greet with the doctor of the dead.

The back door of the limo opened. Clearing his throat, Smith slid inside. He tugged the door shut behind him.

Aiden’s fingers tapped on his thigh. “She’s not with you.”

“Astute of you to notice.”

He raised a brow. There was enough illumination in the back of the vehicle for Smith to easily see his expression. An expression that Aiden knew would clearly say…What. The. Fuck? Smith had been given one job. One.

Get Dr. Rossi in the limo.

“Ahem. Sorry, but she said no, boss.” Smith shrugged. “Not like I could physically force the woman into the vehicle. Pretty sure that shit is illegal. There are rules, you know. Rules that even people with more money than God have to follow.”

His fingers stopped tapping. “You mentioned me specifically by name?”

“Yeah, and I don’t think your name did jackshit for her. Didn’t seem to recognize it at all.” Smith settled back along the leather seat. “I don’t think you two run in the same circles.”

No, they didn’t. That was the point. “Her circle is the dead.”

Smith reached for a glass decanter. “That’s creepy as hell.”

“That’s the reason I need her.” And she’d just fallen perfectly in his lap. Or, she should have. Because he’d been in Biloxi on business. Another casino opening. Another hotel acquisition. And then, as if fate had decided to smile on him, he’d learned that the target of his latest hunt was there, too.

Antonia Rossi. So he’d gotten her exact location. Easy enough when you had money to burn. And he’d gone straight to her. Since he didn’t want any of the nearby reporters snapping his picture, he’d asked Smith to handle the meet and greet. A mistake, obviously. While his head of security—and best friend—excelled in many areas, clearly this was not one of them.

“I think she found the kid.” Smith’s voice was different. A little ragged around the edges. Very unusual for him. His fingers trembled a bit around the decanter. “Saw something—someone?—get loaded into the back of a black van before I approached your doc. And I swear, I think the woman was crying.”

He stiffened. Aiden also noticed that her car had just driven away. No, you can’t run. He leaned forward and lowered the privacy screen that separated him from the driver. “Follow her.” A curt order. “Not close enough to scare her, but do not even consider losing her for a moment. I want her vehicle in sight at all times.” He knew where her rental house was located, but what if she went somewhere else? What if she left town entirely? If she’d already closed this case, then she could disappear on him. Sometimes, she vanished from the spotlight for weeks. The woman had a tendency to go off-grid, and now that she was within his grasp, he couldn’t lose her.

He wouldn’t lose her.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Smith asked him. “Maybe you should just, you know, cool down a bit. Send her an email on Monday. An official notice with an offer of employment. Do something normal. Not like, oh, I don’t know, stalking the woman to a crime scene and trying to get her into your car. FYI, I’m pretty sure she thought that was super creepy. And, ah, trashy. She definitely thought the limo was trashy. Or, actually, maybe she called it tacky.”

“A limo? Tacky?”

“Tacky at a crime scene. The doc thought it was something one should not do. Driving a limo up when there was a murder. Just passing along her opinion. Not mine.”

Aiden settled back in his seat. He’d had a reason for arriving in the limo. “The car would have given us privacy to talk. The last thing I wanted was for a reporter to film me trying to convince her to take my case.” He kept his voice emotionless even though Smith, of all people, would know just how emotionally impacted he really was by the situation. I need Dr. Rossi. “I have emailed her, and you know that. I have also sent her several official letters offering employment. She hasn’t responded.” He got that the Ice Breakers were slammed. Their sudden notoriety had propelled them from the shadows straight into the spotlight.

The Ice Breakers. A cold case solving group that had started online. All from different backgrounds. All driven by, Aiden

suspected, their own demons. He could certainly understand that. His dark demons tormented him every single day. Their group had come together to try and solve cases that had gone ice cold.

They’d had a streak of successes. Such big stories that the media had started to run profiles on them. And so big that everyone with a lost loved one or an unsolved murder in their past was clamoring to get the attention of the Ice Breakers.

Add me to the clamoring list.

“She seemed tired. Even as she, ah, politely said for you to go to hell.”

He’d been in hell for a long time. “That’s what she said?”

“Technically, she said to tell you ‘thanks, but no thanks’ but the rest of the message was in her tone. Hard to miss it.”

“Her tone said for me to go to hell?” Why the fuck did he find that intriguing? Because no one ever tells me that.

“Yep.” Smith took a long gulp of his drink. “I even mentioned to her that most people don’t usually tell you no.”

“I’m sure she loved hearing that,” Aiden murmured. He found himself intently curious about everything Antonia—Dr. Rossi—had said.

“I don’t think she’s gonna take the job.” A warning. “You need to move on and find someone else.”

Hardly the first time that Aiden had been told to move on when it came to this case. But, as before, he wasn’t in the mood to take the advice. There were some things that just couldn’t be forgotten. “I’ve tried other people. They weren’t her. They didn’t get the job done.” Because everyone knew that Dr. Rossi found the dead.

“You just gonna toss more money at her?”

Maybe.

“One day, you’re gonna find someone you can’t buy.”

“Absolutely.” He just hoped like hell that today wasn’t that day. Because he needed Antonia Rossi, and he would do whatever it took in order to get her on his case.

***

She didn’t quite understand why the casino was open twenty-four hours. When Tony walked past the rows and rows of slot machines, they were empty. The whole place seemed empty.

She’d gone to her little rental house, but hadn’t been able to stay inside. As soon as she’d walked through the door, the place had felt chilled. Or maybe she’d felt chilled. Too dark. Too quiet. An escape had been needed. She’d thought the bright lights of one of the nearby casinos might push her darkness away.

But, instead, she just found more emptiness. Sure, there was plenty of light. Glaring lights. Too bright. And a few people sitting at the poker tables. That was it. Hardly the distraction her soul needed. But she’d take what she could get.

Tony sat down, not at a poker table, but in the blackjack section. Gambling wasn’t a hobby. Wasn’t a vice for her. Wasn’t something she usually did at all, but what the hell? Why not give it a go?

The dealer exchanged her cash for some chips, and Tony glanced to her right as someone else sat down to play.

A familiar someone else.

Smith Sanders.

Fabulous.

He pushed some cash toward the dealer, just as someone else sat down on Tony’s left. Her gaze slid to the left side, and she saw the black sleeve of a man’s suit coat. His wrist. His long, tanned fingers. Her nostrils flared as she caught the rich, masculine scent that clung to him, and a sudden, almost dangerous awareness flooded through her. The kind of awareness that she suspected a deer felt when it was being stalked by a hunter.

The men put down their chips. The dealer slid out the cards.

Her gaze snapped back to the dealer. A blond woman, pretty. Maybe mid-twenties. With steady hands and bright red nails. A warm smile curved the dealer’s lips, and when she looked at the man on Tony’s left, that smile lit the woman’s eyes. She leaned forward a bit, letting her cleavage dip. Was that flirty move because she was interested in the man? A man Tony hadn’t actually seen yet.

Not his face, anyway. She’d avoided looking directly at him. Instinct. Preservation.

But maybe the dealer was being flirtatious and sexy because she wanted to distract the guy. Distraction would mean he probably would be more likely to lose on his hand. Good for the house, right?

“Oh, my God.” A sudden whisper from the dealer.

Tony had been looking at her own cards. A ten and a Jack. Not too bad.

“You’re the new owner. Aiden Warner.” Breathless. Husky. Awed.

“I am.” From the corner of her eye, Tony saw Aiden wave his strong hand over his cards to indicate that he didn’t want more.

“You’re even better looking in person,” the dealer told him in a rush.

Really? The flirtation was taking over the whole hand. Pain beat behind Tony’s right eye. This was not the escape she’d hoped to get.

Smith tapped to show he wanted another card, and an elegant queen was placed before him.

“Bust,” he groused. “The ladies always do me in.”

Tony wanted the bout over. She didn’t even care about her winnings. Fleeing was her priority. Standing quickly, Tony prepared to make a dash for the nearest exit.

“And the lady wins,” the dealer announced.

All the cards had been turned over.

The dealer pushed the chips toward Tony.

“Thanks.” She scooped them into her hands and turned from the table. She’d cash those babies out someplace else in the casino.

“What’s the rush?” A deep, dark voice that belonged to Aiden Warner. “Aren’t you feeling lucky?”

The low taunt stopped her as nothing else would have. In general, Tony wasn’t a runner. She didn’t flee from trouble. Not her style. She preferred to confront things head on. But this wasn’t your t

ypical night—not even typical in her unusual life—so she’d been having a moment of weakness.

She didn’t like being weak.

Her head lifted and turned toward Aiden even as her hold tightened on the chips. “I don’t feel particularly lucky,” she informed him flatly. “Because two men are stalking me. That sort of behavior tends to make a woman feel exceedingly unlucky.”

A sharp gasp came from nearby. The dealer. It was instantly followed by a passionate, “There is no way Mr. Warner is stalking—”

“Not two men,” Aiden cut in smoothly. “Just me. Smith tagged along because he’s my chief of security.” He rose, too, and Tony realized that he towered over her. Power and arrogance in a too expensive suit. A man who spent too much time at fancy offices and in towers looking down on the rest of the world. A man who probably had no idea of just how violent and twisted life was for most people.

For her.

She could see the strength in his shoulders. They stretched out his suit coat. A faint line of stubble covered his jaw. She was sure the dealer found that stubble sexy. He was tall, dark, and handsome, the old stereotype to a perfect T. His thick, dark hair was lighter than her own, almost more brown than black with faint highlights that were caught by the overhead lights. His amber eyes stared back at her with a faint hint of curiosity.

And with far, far too much satisfaction.

Just what did he have to be satisfied about? She was preparing to leave him in her dust.

“I have a business proposal for you, Dr. Rossi,” Aiden told her.

Goose bumps rose on her arms. His voice was really quite something when he pitched it so low. Deep and rumbling, it slid over her in the best—no, correction, the worst—way. She didn’t want to find anything about this man to be arousing.

Yet, she did. Because when she looked at him, one thought slid through her mind. Sin.

This man is built for sin.

Temptation. Recklessness. Passion.

In other words, a born heartbreaker.

“I have a room upstairs,” he continued.

Well, of course, he did. He owned the casino. Hadn’t that been established already by the helpful and flirtatious dealer?

“I would very much like to talk privately with you.”

“Sorry, but it’s past my bedtime.” Such a lie. She had trouble sleeping most nights. The dead had a tendency to haunt her. Wasn’t that one of the reasons she was out right then? Because she didn’t want the darkness to surround her.

“I will triple the winnings in your hands if you just give me five minutes.”

Tony glanced down at her winnings. “Triple, huh?”

“Yes.” Confident. Casual. As if money meant nothing to him. Probably because it didn’t.

“Can you hold out your hands for me?” Tony asked him sweetly. She could do sweet. Occasionally. Her friends would say that when she did sweet, though, you really needed to watch out.

A frown tugged at his rather noble brow, but he lifted his hands and offered up his palms to her. The calluses that she saw on his fingers surprised her, but only momentarily as she deduced their source. ...