"I could nibble at your nose... or at your ear... or at your lips... or..." • • • It's December, and Jack Frost has just come to town. Literally. Summer is one of those people who hates winter. Not just because she was named after the opposite season, but because she hated the cold with a burning passion. But when a stunning man with silver hair, frosty blue eyes and a jovial charm walks into her coffee shop, ordering an iced caramel macchiato with extra ice, she suddenly finds it hard to hate the cold. Especially when (despite his constant cold hands) he always seems to burn her with his touch. Something seems off about him, and Summer is not mistaken. Jack Frost is known for bringing on the cold, but Summer is about to learn that he sure as hell knows how to turn on the heat, too.

"Anna dislikes being stuck three-quarters of the way down a chimney. She really does. Not to mention, she's still going round North America, and there's, like, three continents still to get through in about as many hours."

Bree Anderson was just harmlessly driving to her grandmas house one snowy winter evening with her best friend, Mackenzie Johnson. Harmlessy until she hits a young boy about her age, that is! That night changes her life forever, in ways she never thought to expect. She had always believed in Santa Clause, but this was rediculious! And all she had wanted was to get to her grandmas house. *** © This story, "If Santa Had a Son," is protected under copyright laws. Any infringement of this copyright is punishable by law. © Published 12/25/11 Completed 10/31/12

❝ Wait," I say, backing away. "Let me get this straight- you're Santa Clause?" I stare at the boy no more than a couple years older than me. He had to be kidding. He rolls his eyes, his handsome face illuminated by the lights on the tree. "Well when you put it that way, I suppose." The candy cane i am sucking on falls from my lips, clattering to the floor. "B-But where's the beard, the overflowing fat and the HO HO HO?" He snorts, a charming smile on his lips as he tugs on the end of my Santa hat. "Sweetheart, it's all just the Santa Clause Act.❞ ~*~ p.s. The current cover was made by Isasecret Ranking: short story #9/ Teen Fiction: #56

For years, Violet was known as the Ice Princess - until a terrible accident at Nationals not only brought an end to her figure skating career, but also transformed her into a rebellious, reckless, and rude teenager. Violet swore she would never set foot in an ice rink again, but that changes when she wrecks her mother's car and is forced to get a job at the Ice Palace - owned by her former skating coach. Add in a handful of obnoxious hockey boys, a cute team captain, another shot at Nationals, and juggling identities - well, Violet's standing on thin ice. ***disclaimer- super unedited. Will go back and fix all things eventually (grammar, plot holes, skating errors, etc*** © January 2014 by dysfunctional_flower. All rights reserved.