Tuesday, September 22, 2015

First Look: FOLLOWED BY FROST by Charlie Holmberg

Author Charlie Holmberg is here today to give us an exclusive first look at FOLLOWED BY FROST!

Seventeen-year-old Smitha's wealth, status, and beauty make her the envy of her town—until she rejects a strange man’s marriage proposal and disastrous consequences follow. Smitha becomes cursed, and frost begins to encompass everything she touches. Banished to the hills, hunted by villagers, and chilled to the very core of her soul, she finds companionship with Death, who longs to coax her into his isolated world. But Smitha's desire for life proves stronger than despair, and a newfound purpose gives her hope. Will regrets over the past and an unexpected desire for a man she cannot touch be enough to warm Smitha’s heart, or will Death forever still it?

Though Followed by Frost is my fourth published book, I wrote it before penning The Paper Magician series. Followed by Frost was my first attempt at writing a non-epic fantasy, my first attempt at young adult, and my first first-person POV novel. This book is also responsible for my all-time word count record: I wrote 10,000 words in one day finishing it.

Most importantly, Followed by Frost was the first book that made me think, this is a good book. This could get published. It was the first story I’d created that I really thought could make it. The first story that claimed a spot inside my heart. And, though I love my Paper Magician series and the other books I’ve been working on since its release, Followed by Frost is my favorite of all my completed works. I’m absolutely thrilled to be able to release it into the world, and while it’s very different from The Paper Magician, I hope readers will enjoy it as I have.

Followed by Frost by Charlie N. Holmberg
First page

I have known cold.

I have known the cold that freezes to the bones, to the spirit itself. The cold that stills the heart and crystallizes the blood. The kind of cold that even fire fears, that can turn a woman to glass.

I have seen Death.

The cold lured him to me. I saw him near my home, his dark hair rippling over one shoulder like thick forest smoke as he stooped over the bed of the quarryman’s only son. I saw his amber eyes as he tilted the rim of his wide-brimmed hat to greet me. I saw him kneel in the snow before me with his arms wide and heard him whisper, “Come with me.”

I have known cold, the chills with which even the deepest winters cannot compare. I have lived it, breathed it, and lost by it. I have known cold, for it dwelled in the deepest hollows of my soul.

And the day I broke Mordan’s heart, it devoured me.


Born in Salt Lake City, Charlie N. Holmberg was raised a Trekkie alongside three sisters who also have boy names. She graduated from BYU, plays the ukulele, owns too many pairs of glasses, and hopes to one day own a dog.

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