Silver Skates Series by Aspen Black

What do Jack Frost, an ancient silver haired vampire, and a goat shifter all have in common? This girl. Right here. A red fox shifter who owns Hot Cider’s Snack Barr at the new Silver Springs Ice Rink! ! Are you ready for some crazy antics that include some fantastic pranks on the rival business owner across the rink? What happens when a big corporation swoops in, wanting to take over? Cider is going to have to team up with her rival to save their businesses. Ugh.

My men are trapped in the underworld and all I've got is a pair of ice skates and a letter. Hi! I'm Peppermint. Yes, my Mom did name me after her favorite candy flavor. She was young, a single mom, and there wasn't anyone to guide her. I shouldn't blame her . . . And I'm a cardinal shifer. No, I don't turn into a priest. Cardinal is a red bird native to North and South America. Not as cool as a chameleons shifter or anything, but it wouldn't be bad . moreMy men are trapped in the underworld and all I've got is a pair of ice skates and a letter. Hi! I'm Peppermint. Yes, my Mom did name me after her favorite candy flavor. She was young, a single mom, and there wasn't anyone to guide her. I shouldn't blame her . . . And I'm a cardinal shifer. No, I don't turn into a priest. Cardinal is a red bird native to North and South America. Not as cool as a chameleons shifter or anything, but it wouldn't be bad . . Except I have a special power unique to cardinals. I'm a messenger to the afterlife, and I just received the strangest message. Three huge, hunky Vikings are trapped in the underworld—ALIVE—and I'm the only one who can hear their S. O. S. and save them from another 1000 years of captivity. If only I knew how . . . Peppermint is a paranormal reverse harem romance. It's part of the Silver Springs shared universe. less

I don’t believe in witches, spells, fated mates, and I sure as hell don’t believe in ice skating! I hate cold weather, snow, and ice. Nothing is making me visit Silver Springs. .. BUT—there’s always a ‘but’—apparently, three unsuspecting men trespass upon a cranky old witch’s territory and we’re talking 'hasn’t had her morning brew' cranky... moreI don’t believe in witches, spells, fated mates, and I sure as hell don’t believe in ice skating! I hate cold weather, snow, and ice. Nothing is making me visit Silver Springs. .. BUT—there’s always a ‘but’—apparently, three unsuspecting men trespass upon a cranky old witch’s territory and we’re talking 'hasn’t had her morning brew' cranky. So, what does witch do? She changes these poor guys into the objects that they’re holding and drops them off at the nearest gas station! Then, this supposedly lonely sex therapist (*cough, cough, wave*) buys these objects and, later, mutters a spell by accident—a spell! What happens then? The men turn into shifters, and my world is turned upside-down. Throw in some magical skates and fated mates, and you’ve got a debacle cooking like Silver Springs has never seen. This book sounds like a disaster waiting to happen for me. Well, I’m not going to sit here and take it—shitcicles are going to hit the fan when this debacle of a story is said and over. less