Fire and Ice
A Novel
Chapter One
A polar bear did him in. The biggest damned polar bear anyone had ever seen in
or around Prudhoe Bay in the last twenty-five years, or so it was reported.
Arrogance got him killed, though, and if William Emmett Harrington hadn't been
such a narcissist, he might still be alive. But he was a narcissist, and he was
also a braggart.
The only topic of conversation William was interested in was William, and since
he hadn't accomplished much of anything significant in his twenty-eight years on
earth, he was painfully boring.
William lived off his inheritance, a hefty trust fund set up by his grandfather,
Henry Emmett Harrington, who must have had an inkling of the lazy-ass gene he
was passing down, because his son, Morris Emmett Harrington, didn't work a day
in his life. And William happily followed in his father's footsteps.
Like all the Harrington men before him, William was a handsome devil and knew
it. He didn't have any trouble getting women into his bed, but he could never
lure any of them back for a repeat performance. No wonder. William treated sex ... read full excerpt from: Fire and Ice ebook
