Her Ice Queen (L.A Ice Queens #5)

They call her the Ice Queen of downtown Los Angeles.

I found that out on Monday morning. I’d already found out everything else on Friday night.

Carla Denver runs forty floors, nine hundred employees, and a board that reads her body language for weather.

The only room in this city where she isn’t Denver Tech is behind a velvet curtain in Highland Park, under a pink neon sign missing a letter, where nobody asks for a last name. One night.

No numbers, no notes, no morning. Terms she wrote herself, and has never once broken.

Then HR walks a woman into her office at 8:31 on Monday and introduces her as the new executive assistant.

Indra Robins did the math in the elevator.

Resigning on day one looks worse on her file than anything she could ever be suspected of — and she wanted this job long before she wanted the woman who held her down on Friday night.

So they’ll be professional. Calendars and board cycles and Ms. Robins across a desk, and whatever went through both of them at that handshake can stay exactly where it is.

It doesn’t stay anywhere.

What starts as a line neither of them will cross becomes a negotiation, then a private language, then something with a price attached — because Carla Denver has spent forty-two years making certain that no one is ever load-bearing, and Indra has never once mistaken a fortress for a home.

So when the thing Carla is most afraid of finally walks into the room, she does what she has always done.

She protects herself perfectly. And she loses her. Six weeks of silence. Then one text. Six words. Saturday. My place. Bring nothing but yourself.

The only thing Carla Denver has never handed anyone unarmored is the one thing she’s allowed to bring.

Boss/assistant · accidental one-night stand · forced proximity · she falls first and hides it better ·

Her Ice Queen is a standalone sapphic romance with an age gap, explicit scenes, and a guaranteed happily ever after. No cheating, no cliffhanger!