A Lick Of Frost: A Novel by Laurell K. HamiltonA Lick Of Frost: A Novel by Laurell K. Hamilton

A Lick Of Frost: A Novel

byLaurell K. Hamilton

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I am Meredith Gentry, princess and heir apparent to the throne in the realm of faerie, onetime private investigator in the mortal world. To be crowned queen, I must first continue the royal bloodline and give birth to an heir of my own. If I fail, my aunt, Queen Andais, will be free to do what she most desires: install her twisted son, Cel, as monarch . . . and kill me.

My royal guards surround me, and my best loved–my Darkness and my Killing Frost–are always beside me, sworn to protect and make love to me. But still the threat grows greater. For despite all my carnal efforts, I remain childless, while the machinations of my sinister, sadistic Queen and her confederates remain tireless. So my bodyguards and I have slipped back into Los Angeles, hoping to outrun the gathering shadows of court intrigue. But even exile isn’t enough to escape the grasp of those with dark designs.

Now King Taranis, powerful and vainglorious ruler of faerie’s Seelie Court, has leveled accusations against my noble guards of a heinous crime–and has gone so far as to ask the mortal authorities to prosecute. If he succeeds, my men face extradition to faerie and the hideous penalties that await them there. But I know that Taranis’s charges are baseless, and I sense that his true target is me. He tried to kill me when I was a child. Now I fear his intentions are far more terrifying.


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Laurell K. Hamilton is the New York Times bestselling author of the Meredith Gentry novels: A Kiss of Shadows, A Caress of Twilight, Seduced by Moonlight, A Stroke of Midnight, Mistral’s Kiss, as well as fifteen acclaimed Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, novels. She lives in St. Louis, Missouri. Visit the author’s official website at www.l...
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Title:A Lick Of Frost: A NovelFormat:Mass Market PaperbackDimensions:384 pages, 6.87 × 4.18 × 1.03 inPublished:October 28, 2008Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from great I like LKH's Anita Blake series more but this is a great series also.
Date published: 2017-01-14
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Dissapointing Truly and utterly disappointing in my opinion. Thankfully, there was not page after page of sex. But in her recent novels, I have found that Laurell K. Hamilton now rights a book, with only twenty or thirty pages that truly matter to the story she started so long ago. I was utterly confused and lost when it came to the information of her pregnancy. Also, the beginning of the book was boring and stretched on forever. There is only one thing that will keep me reading and make me pick up Swallowing Darkness and that is Doyle. Also, I'm terribly confused by the three chapters of the next novel that were given to us. By the impression I got from this novel, she had numerous kings for they had all some how conceived her babies, yet from the pages of Swallowing Darkness, it sounds as though only Sholto king of the Slaugh is her king. Personally I think that Laurell K. Hamilton lost her touch a long time ago and needs to get it back again. The only reason that I will pick up the next is because I want to know what is going to happen to Doyle. Other then that, this series has totally and completely lost it's appeal to me. Horribly disappointing and not worth my ten dollars.
Date published: 2008-11-04
Rated 5 out of 5 by from again and again This is one of the few authors I wiull pre-order book from! And this series I try and preorder as soon as I see a new one so I make sure I miss NOTHING. LOVE it!
Date published: 2008-03-31
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Really good! Hamilton has finally come through with some of the plot development she's been promising for the past 4 novels. Let's hope she keeps up the good work!
Date published: 2008-02-05
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Porn for housewives Although I admire Ms. Hamilton's zeal for her topic, I cannot recommend this book, or the series, to anyone. At least the book was a quick read.
Date published: 2008-01-31
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Wonderfull For anyone that loves myths an legends or anything from fantasy, you should pick up A Lick Of Frost by Laurell K. Hamilton, or go back to the begining of the serries an read A Kiss Of Shadows. Both of her serries be it the Anita Blake books or her Merry Gentry ones are very well writen with tons of action for male readers an intrige an romance for the ladies. A Lick Of Frost was one novel that i had trouble putting down after first picking it up. Full of near death court intrige as well as touching moments that bring tears to ones eyes. A Great read for all Ages.
Date published: 2008-01-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A paranormal "series" adventure. To me an amazing author. If you like paranormal books you'll love her writing. The main character Anita Blake is like "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" with so much more! From demons to vampires, witches to wearwolves. Anita can kick butt with a sexy side. There's romance as well however her books are filled with interesting plots and action action action. She builds on other characters as well and you find yourself deeply involved with each one. Laurell K. Hamilton rocks. She doesn't leave you hanging, before you know it her next book is out. The latest..."Harlequin"
Date published: 2008-01-15
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Short, but good read As with all of Laurell K. Hamilton's books this one was still captivating although the shortness of the book did slightly take away from its appeal. Have loved the previous books a bit more but still a great read for anyone who enjoys escaping reality for a while.
Date published: 2008-01-12
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome!!!!! This book is one of my fave books in the Merry Gentry series, not only does it finally give us the answer to one the one question that is on everyone's mind when reading other books in the series, but it also tells us the things we don't want to hear in regards to Merry's love life. The only thing I didn't like was what I believe everyone will hate and that was the way Frost was..........uhuhuh, no hints or secrets revealed, you will just have to read the book.
Date published: 2007-11-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Merry is back. This is the book I have been waiting for Laurell to release. Events are coming to a head and you will not believe what unfolds. The action as usual is fast and furious so pay attention. All in all a great book.
Date published: 2007-11-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Spectacular and revealing! This book delivers! It’s got great momentum, and it seems to flow from start to finish. Ms. Hamilton provides both new plot developments, and answers to questions that any fan of the series is waiting to get answered. It just plain does it for me! It is nothing like Mistral’s Kiss, where the plot seemed to stumble along, tying off loose ends without putting it all together. This book is sexy, and more importantly, brings back the intrigue and excitement of books 3 and 4 of the series. I turned the last page with not a whit of disappointment, and with a smile and a tear at the same time. The only thing is…what happens next?
Date published: 2007-10-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Laurell K Rocks! Latest in the Merry Gentry Novels, in the land of Faery. Not as steamy as the previous books but, lots of action! Good suspense and more character development in this installment. I devoured it in 4 hours! I can't wait for the next novel in the series! .I will have to make do with the next ABVH novel next year...
Date published: 2007-10-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Supprising Plot This book finally answers the questions you've been asking yourself since book one (Merry Gentry series). One of the potential husband-to-be will have a surprising twist that involves dying, reasons why Merry's Aunt is jealous, AND focusing a bit more on Taranis (King of Light) and his involvement with Merry (past and present). If you've read the book you will be eager to find out what going to happen next. This particular book was very enjoyable. I found myself reading the last 2-3 chapters over and over trying find out if there any small hints to the upcoming next book.
Date published: 2007-10-21

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Chapter 1I was sitting in an elegant conference room in the top of one of the gleaming towers that make up part of downtown Los Angeles. The room’s far wall was almost entirely of glass, so that the view was nearly agoraphobic. They’re predicting that if the big one—the big earthquake that is—hits, this section of L. A. will be eight to fifteen feet deep in glass. Anything on the streets below will be cut to pieces, crushed, or trapped underneath an avalanche of glass. Not a pretty thought, but it was a day for ugly thoughts.My uncle Taranis, King of Light and Illusion, had pressed charges against three of my royal bodyguards. He had gone to the human authorities with charges that Rhys, Galen, and Abe had raped one of his court’s women.In all the long history of his reign in the Seelie Court he had never gone outside to the humans for justice. Faerie rule; faerie law. Or truthfully, sidhe rule; sidhe law. The sidhe had ruled faerie for longer than anyone could remember. Since some of those memories stretched back thousands of years, maybe the sidhe had always been in charge, but it tasted like a lie. The sidhe do not lie, for to truly lie is to be cast out of faerie, exiled. Since I knew that the three bodyguards in question were innocent, that raised interesting problems with Lady Caitrin’s testimony.But today we were just giving statements, and, depending on how that went, King Taranis was standing by for a group call. Which was why Simon Biggs and Thomas Farmer, both of Biggs, Biggs, Farmer, and Farmer, were sitting beside me.“Thank you for agreeing to this meeting today, Princess Meredith,” one of the suits across the table said. There were seven suits across the wide, gleaming table, with their backs to the lovely view.Ambassador Stevens, official ambassador to the courts of faerie, was sitting on our side of the table, but he was on the far side of Biggs and Farmer. Stevens said, “A word on faerie etiquette: You don’t say thank you to the people of faerie, Mr. Shelby. Princess Meredith, as one of the younger royals, will probably not be offended, but you will be dealing with some nobility who are much older. Not all of them will allow a thank you to pass without grave insult.” Stevens smiled when he said it, his blandly handsome face sincere from his brown eyes to his perfectly cut brown hair. He was supposed to be our voice to the world, but, truthfully, he spent all his time at the Seelie Court sucking up to my uncle. The Unseelie Court where my aunt Andais, Queen of Air and Darkness, ruled, and where I might rule someday, was too scary for Stevens. No, I didn’t like him.Michael Shelby, a U. S. Attorney for L. A. said, “I am sorry, Princess Meredith. I didn’t realize.”I smiled, and said, “It’s fine. The ambassador is correct, a thank-you won’t bother me.”“But it will bother your men?” Shelby asked.“Some of them, yes,” I said. I looked behind me to Doyle and Frost. They stood behind me like darkness and snow made real, and that wasn’t far from the truth. Doyle had black hair, black skin, a black designer suit; even his tie was black. Only the shirt was a rich royal blue, and that had been a sop to our lawyer. He thought black gave the wrong impression, made him seem threatening. Doyle, whose nickname was Darkness, had said, “I am the captain of the princess’ guard. I am supposed to be threatening.” The lawyers hadn’t known what to say to that, but Doyle had worn the blue shirt. The color almost glowed against the rich, perfect black of his skin, which was so black there were purple and blue highlights to his body in the right light. His black eyes were hidden behind wraparound black-on-black sunglasses.Frost’s skin was as white as Doyle’s was black. As white as my own. But his hair was uniquely his own, silver, like metal beaten into hair. It gleamed in the tasteful lighting of the conference room. Gleamed like something you could have melted down and made into jewelry. He had tied the top layer of it back with a barrette that was silver, and older than the city of Los Angeles itself. The dove-gray suit was Ferragamo, and the white of his shirt was less white than his own skin. The tie was darker than the suit, but not by much. The soft gray of his eyes was bare to the room as he scanned the far windows. Doyle was doing it, too, behind his glasses. I had bodyguards for a reason, and some who wanted me dead could fly. We didn’t think Taranis was one of the people who wanted me dead, but why had he gone to the police? Why had he persisted in these false charges? He would never have done all this without an agenda. We just didn’t know what that agenda was, so just in case, they watched the windows for things that the human lawyers couldn’t even begin to imagine.Shelby’s gaze flicked behind me to the guards. He wasn’t the only one who kept fighting not to glance nervously at my men, but it was Assistant District Attorney Pamela Nelson who was having the most trouble keeping her eyes, and her mind, on business. The men across the table gave the guards the glances men give when they see another man whom they are almost certain could take them physically without breaking a sweat.U. S. Attorney Michael Shelby was tall, athletic, and handsome, with a gleam of white teeth, and the look of someone who had plans to rise above being the U. S. attorney for the Los Angeles area. He was over six feet, and his suit couldn’t hide the fact that he worked out pretty seriously. He probably didn’t meet many men who made him feel physically weak. His assistant Ernesto Bertram was a slender man who looked too young for his job, and far too serious with his short dark hair and glasses. It wasn’t the glasses that made him look too serious; it was the look on his face, as if he’d tasted something sour. The U. S. attorney for the St. Louis area, Albert Veducci, was here, too. He didn’t have Shelby’s tan. In fact, he was a little overweight, and he looked tired. His assistant was Grover. He’d actually introduced himself only as Grover, so I didn’t know if it was his first, last, or only name. He smiled more than the rest of them and was attractive in that friendly, walk-you-home-on-campus way. He reminded me of guys in college who were either as nice as they seemed or absolute bastards who only wanted sex, for you to help them pass a class, or, for me, to be close to a real live faerie princess. I wouldn’t know which kind of “nice guy” Grover was for a while. If things went well, I’d never figure it out, because I’d probably never see him again. If they went badly, we might see a lot of Grover.Nelson was the assistant district attorney to the district attorney for Los Angeles County. Her boss, Miguel Cortez, was short, dark, and handsome. He looked great on camera. I’d seen him on the news often enough here. The trouble was that he, like Shelby, was ambitious. He liked being on the news, and wanted to be on the news more. This accusation of rape against my men had all the earmarks of a case that could make your career or break it. Cortez and Shelby were ambitious; it meant that they would either be very cautious, or very incautious. I wasn’t sure which mood would help us the most, yet.Nelson was taller than her boss, close to six feet in her not-too-high heels. Her hair was a vibrant red that fell in waves around her shoulders. It was that rare shade that is deep, rich, and as close to true red as human hair can get. Her suit was well cut, but conservative and black, her button-up shirt white, her makeup tasteful. Only that flame of hair to ruin the almost mannish exterior she portrayed. It was as if she were hiding her beauty and drawing attention to it at the same time. Because she was beautiful. A sprinkling of freckles underneath the pale makeup didn’t detract from the flawless skin, it added. Her eyes were green and blue at once, depending on how the light caught them. Those undecided eyes couldn’t stop looking at Frost and Doyle. She tried to concentrate on the legal pad she was supposed to be making notes on, but her gaze kept rising, and finding them, as if she couldn’t help herself.That made me wonder if there was more going on than just handsome men and a distracted woman.Shelby cleared his throat sharply.I jumped and looked at him. “I’m terribly sorry, Mr. Shelby, were you speaking to me?”“No, I was not, and I should have been.” He looked down the table on his side. “I was brought into this as a more neutral voice, but let me ask my fellow members of the bar if they are having trouble forming questions for the princess.”Several of the lawyers spoke at the same time. Veducci just raised his pencil in the air. Veducci got the nod. “My office has dealt more closely with the princess and her people than the rest of you, which is why I’m carrying certain remedies against glamour.”“What sort of remedies?” Shelby asked.“I won’t tell you what I’m carrying, but cold steel, iron, four-leaf clover, St.-John’s-Wort, rowan and ash—either the wood or the berries—have been known to work. Some say bells will break glamour, but I think high-court sidhe won’t be bothered much by bells.”“Are you saying that the princess is using glamour against us?” Shelby asked, his handsome face no longer pleasant.“I am saying that sometimes when dealing with King Taranis or Queen Andais, their presence overwhelms humans,” Veducci responded. “Princess Meredith, being part human, though beautiful—” He nodded in my direction.I nodded at the compliment.“—has never affected anyone so strongly, but a lot has been happening in the Unseelie Court in the last few days. Ambassador Stevens has filled me in, as have other sources. Princess Meredith and some of her guard have moved up the power grid, so to speak.” Veducci still looked tired, but now his eyes showed the mind inside that overweight, overworked camouflage. I realized with a start that there were other dangers besides ambition. Veducci was smart, and hinted that he knew something about what had happened inside the Unseelie Court. Did he know, or was he fishing? Did he think we’d give something away?“It is illegal to use glamour on us,” Shelby said, angry. He looked at me now, and his look was no longer in the least friendly. I looked back. I gave him the full force of my tricolored eyes: molten gold at the outer edge, then a circle of jade green, and last emerald to chase around my pupil. He looked away first, dropping his gaze to his own legal pad. His voice was tight with controlled rage. “We could have you arrested, or deported back to faerie for trying to use magic to sway these proceedings, Princess.”“I’m not doing anything to you, Mr. Shelby, not on purpose.” I looked at Veducci. “Mr. Veducci, you say that simply seeing my aunt and uncle was difficult; am I difficult now?”“From my colleagues’ reactions, I believe you are.”“So this is the reaction that King Taranis and Queen Andais have on humans?”“Similar,” Veducci said.I had to smile.“This is not funny, Princess,” Cortez said, his words full of anger, but when I met his brown eyes, they dropped from me.I looked at Nelson, but it wasn’t me distracting her; her problem was behind me.“Which one are you staring at the most?” I asked. “Frost or Doyle; light or dark?”She blushed in that pretty way human redheads have. “I’m not . . .”“Come, Ms. Nelson, confess, which one?”She swallowed hard enough that I heard it. “Both,” she whispered.From the Hardcover edition.

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Praise for Laurell K. HamiltonA Kiss of Shadows“I’ve never read a writer with a more fertile imagination.”–Diana GabaldonA Caress of Twilight“Sensual, without a doubt . . . This book moves like a whirlwind.”–St. Louis Post-DispatchSeduced by Moonlight“This [faerie] society is one of the most detailed, imaginative, and lovingly drawn in all fantastic fiction, and the Meredith Gentry series has become something special.”–San Jose Mercury NewsA Stroke of Midnight“Nonstop action . . . This book will leave you breathless.”–St. Louis Post-DispatchMistral’s Kiss“Steamy . . . will have Hamilton’s fans panting for more.”–Publishers WeeklyFrom the Hardcover edition.