Icing on the Cake (The Barracudas #1)
Ice Queen Blog Post #9
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ICE QUEEN BLOG POST #9
’Tis the Season to Be Jelly
Hey there, puck bunnies! Ice Queen here, your go-to gal for the coolest takes on all things Barracudas.
It’s that time of year again. When everyone’s all coupled up and cozy, sipping hot cocoa by the fire, and making goo-goo eyes at each other. And here I am, drowning my sorrows in a vat of eggnog and wondering where it all went wrong.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m thrilled for Gerard and Elliot. They’re clearly endgame, and I’ve never seen our hockey hunk this disgustingly happy. But where does that leave little old me? Without my muse, my reason for being, the light of my life, and the fire of my loins?
I know what you’re all thinking. “Ice Queen, you’re being too dramatic. Surely there are other hockey butts out there for you to obsess over.” And you’re right, of course. The Barracudas are a veritable smorgasbord of athletic perfection.
But it’s not just about the physical, my dear friends. Gerard was special. He had that certain je ne sais quoi that made him the perfect subject. How am I supposed to find another man who can inspire me to such heights of literary greatness?
Fret not, though. I may be down, but I’m not out. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve, and I promise that come the new year, I’ll be back, better than ever, and writing about someone new.
So, go ahead and make your guesses in the comments. Who do you think will be the next lucky recipient of my undivided attention? Will it be Oliver Jacoby, with his boyish charm and killer pecs? Or maybe Kyle Graham, with his brooding intensity and smoldering gaze? Or could it be a dark horse, someone who’s been flying under the radar but is about to take the hockey world by storm?
Only time will tell, my pretties. But one thing’s for sure—the Ice Queen will rise again, and you’d better be ready when she does. Because I’m coming for you, Barracudas, and this time, I’m playing for keeps.
Merry Chrismukkah and Happy New Year!
Ice Queen skating off!