Author Melissa de la Cruz
Michael Johnston
Publication date September, 2013
Published by Putnam
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Frozen is the first installment of Melissa de la Cruz' brand new series called Heart of Dread, co-written with her husband, Michael Johnston. Few informations are known concerning this novel, except that it is meant to be published in September 2013 by Putnam.

Book summaryEdit

Welcome to New Vegas, a city once covered in bling, now blanketed in ice. Like much of the destroyed planet, the place knows only one temperature—freezing. But some things never change. The diamond in the ice desert is still a 24-hour hedonistic playground and nothing keeps the crowds away from the casino floors, never mind the rumors about sinister sorcery in its shadows. At the heart of this city is Natasha Kestal, a young blackjack dealer looking for a way out. Like many, she’s heard of a mythical land simply called “the Blue.” They say it’s a paradise, where the sun still shines and the waters are turquoise. More importantly, it’s a place where Nat won’t be persecuted, even if her darkest secret comes to light. But passage to the Blue is treacherous, if not impossible, and her only shot is to bet on a ragtag crew of mercenaries led by a cocky runner named Ryan Wesson to take her there. Danger and deceit await on every corner, even as Nat and Wes find themselves inexorably drawn to each other. But can true love survive the lies? Fiery hearts collide in this fantastic tale of the evil men do and the awesome power within us all.


Nat used to be in a confined testing area. She was able to escape because a voice in her head told her to at that right moment. Months later Nat is now working for a casino and hiding from the military. One day she decides to run away and find the place where there is no snow and the army has not invaded that territory yet. She hires smuggler, Wes, and his team to help smuggle her to this paradise for four platinum chips.


Nat didn't know what to make of Ryan Wesson — whether she wanted to slap him or kiss him. Slap him, definitely. He looked so smug, standing at her doorway, with his hair slicked back and his collar turned up, a gun belt strapped low on his hips, his beat-up vest shrugged off his shoulders like some kind of snow cowboy, grinning as if he'd won the Fireball lottery.

–A little extract from Frozen, coming from Mel's newsletter.