I loved that Ms. Schultz portrayed Amber as a smart, sassy and sexy woman. She made Amber an extremely strong character that when she had her mind set on something nothing was going to stop her from achieving it. I loved Craven because you saw his character evolve from being a hardened individual because of some bad life experiences he witnessed to a caring individual that knew what he wanted and set out for it also. Amber and Craven were perfect together and I laughed at the tongue lashing Amber would give to anyone that crossed her path. I wouldn't mind seeing a sequel to the Amber and Craven saga. This one is a definite keeper in my library. I assure you that you won't be disappointed if you pick this story up for yourself.
Reviewer: Diana, Night Owl Romance

JT Schultz tells a humorous story about Amber Westing taking the Timberland Falls community and Craven by storm and the gentle giant of a man stood no chance against her. Amber is adored by every citizen except Craven and Skylar Memphis, the town mayor, whom she told off in the grocery store. Craven just wants her gone as she awakens his heart that he thought he had buried deep, but when she leaves she takes his heart with her. Men Of Alaska: All That Ice is a laugh a minute, yet a terribly romantic read…and I sure would like that pink diamond!
Reviewer: Alisha, Two Lips Reviews

All That Ice by J T Schultz is an entertaining read with bits of humor and intrigue peppered into the story. Ms. Shultz does a wonderful job with characterization. Our heroine is sexy, quirky and fun to hang around with. And our hero? Well, let's just say you won't need a coat in the cruelty of the Alaska winters with Craven by your side. The love scenes are passionate, moving and frequent—guaranteed to satisfy. All That Ice was a fun escape read.
Reviewed by: Devon, Fallen Angels Reviews

“Good, you’re in your office for once. We need to talk,” Amber Westing told her father as she walked into his office without knocking. Her arms were tired from carrying the file folders of the latest projects, and her patience was thin after the mayor’s building commissioner hit on her over a business lunch, spending more time looking at her legs than plans for the new casino hotel her father wanted to build. “Can you please stop what you’re doing and listen?” She was worn out and sick of the heat. Stuck in traffic due to road construction in one hundred seven-degree heat, really didn’t blow up her skirt. Thankfully, her Mustang’s air conditioner had.

“Right after I make this shot.” Her father, the infamous William Westing shifted his stance, stared down at the little white ball on the strip of green plastic turf, and eyed the coffee mug ahead. “Working on my putt.” He positioned his putter, slowly eased it back, and tapped the ball.

Amber rolled her eyes as the little white golf ball entered the tilted mug and hit the back of it with a ting. “Dad, can I have five minutes please?”

He looked up at her and grinned, then furrowed his brows. “What’s wrong? Did we get the permits?”

Breathe deep, do not lose your cool, it’s not his fault that you’re hot, tired, and need a vacation. Okay, it’s his fault you haven’t had a vacation in three years, and you go to bed and dream of zoning meetings.
“No.” She bit back the rest of the thoughts she had, which were far from nice, sweet, or professional, and would have a sailor running for cover.

“Ah excellent, how is Wes Billings doing? How is his dad?” Her father stopped and frowned, followed by his brows making a V in his forehead. “Did you say no?”

Amber tilted her head to one side. Slow on the uptake, but I have his attention. “Wow, amazing you caught that,” she answered sarcastically. “No.” She sat her skirt-covered ass on the edge of her father’s desk and grinned. “No, because apparently, you didn’t have the environmental report. So, without that, they won’t issue them.”

“Why do I need an environmental report? For Christ sake, I need to call Wesley’s father and tell him to kick his son in the ass. Lance never would’ve made me fork over a report like that. It’s bullshit, I tell you.” Her father started to wave his finger at her, as if it were her fault that there were crazy little things like laws and building codes.

While she was at it, she could take blame for World War II and starving children in Africa. “Dad, are you going to hear me out, or do I get to sit through another great rant on how the young people today have no respect for their elders or the way business should be done?” Amber crossed her arms and sighed.

Her father walked over and slipped his putter in the golf bag that was sitting in the middle of the luxurious office and stepped closer to her. “Aren’t you just little smarty pants today?”

“Dad, I’m tired, and Wes hit on me almost the entire lunch. I am so sick of cheesy pick-up lines, road construction and the heat and…shall I continue?”

“Wow, so, Wes is interested in you?” Her father noted, as if it were the most important thing Amber had said.

Count to ten slowly and remember to breathe. In with the good, out with the bad.

“Yes, Wes is more than interested in me, but I am not interested in him. He’s not my type. Weasels in Armani are great, but in this town, they come a dime a dozen.” Amber uncrossed her arms and set her hands on the edge of the desk next to her hips, while her father admired his golf clubs.

Her father looked at her. “So, no permits without an environmental report.” He snorted, flaring his nostrils. “Damn, the red tape bureaucracy of this city.”

“Dad, environmental reports are part of every city. No report, no permit, that hasn’t changed since I was in college.”

Her dad’s expression softened, and he got a twinkle in his eye, studying her closely. “You know, Amber,” he started.

“Maybe you could call Wes up, be a little nicer to him. Show him how friendly you are and work something out over the permit situation.” Her father smiled. “It would mean a lot to me.”

Her lips parted in shock and she blinked. “You want me to flirt with Wes so you can have your building permit?”

“No, forget it, even if I was attracted to the guy, I wouldn’t do it. Want to know why that is, Dad? Because thirty-five years ago there was a gas station on the land, and now the building commissioner wants soil samples and everything else that goes into the report.”

“It’s a piece of desert!” her father exclaimed, like it was no big deal. “Gas is a natural resource and dirt is natural, what are the problems?”

Amber groaned and buried her face in her hands. Her father had spent way too much time on the golf course and had fried his brains in the Nevada sun. “Dad, get the report.” She uncovered her face. “Get it done, and I will go to the committee again, but until then, my hands are tied and your construction crew is not going anywhere on that land.”

Her father nodded then smiled. “You look tired; your mom says you’re not dating the casino owner’s grandson anymore. He lasted a whole…what, week and a half?

“I dated Mark for about three weeks, but he was another weasel in Armani,” she told him. “I have no interest in dating right now. Anyways, off my social life and back to business, you’ll get the environmental report?”

Her father chuckled and waved his hand. “Yes, I’ll get it.” He then sighed and leaned against the desk next to her. “I think the reason I enjoy the mining division so much is because there is a lot less red tape.”

Amber groaned. Her father, as successful as he was, still had boyish qualities. If he wasn’t playing with the big industrial equipment on his latest construction sites, he was turning over soil, moving mountains and molehills to play in the dirt to see what he could find. His ‘hobby,’ as he called it, had paid off, too. He now had mines on four different continents catering in emeralds, gold and, of course, diamonds.

“I had a call from one of my leading men and a partner at one of the mines. Seems there have been a few problems with an environmental group and they’re threatening to shut it down.”

Amber nodded and kept her gaze on her father. “Why are you sharing this with me?”

Her father smiled and nodded, giving her a thoughtful look. “I was hoping you could take a month leave and go check it out for me.”

“No, I’m not dealing with a radical group of environmentalists. Do you remember when you hit that nest on the Callans project?” Amber flinched. She should have known dear old Dad had alternative plans.

Her father threw his hands up in the air. “How was my backhoe guy to know the Southwestern willow flycatcher was an endangered bird? They never showed up on the report. Those little feathered bastards almost cost me that project. They were the only ones in a fifty-mile radius.”

She sighed. “Dad, I had to deal with the mayor and every bird-loving democrat in a five-county region. No, no environmentalists.” She shook her head.

“Please,” he pleaded, using the tone he used when she was four and she was pouting.

“Unless the mine is on a beach in Hawaii, I’m not interested.” No, she wasn’t giving in.

“Honey, it’s not Hawaii, but the scenery is beautiful and the men don’t wear Armani. It will be a change of pace, and I just need you to smooth things over a bit. I have a house there and everything. It’s not like you haven’t done this sort of thing before; you deal with problems and the tree-hugging sort all day. Please, it’ll be fun.” Her father was giving her the puppy-dog face.

Swallowing back displeasure, she knew the look. “You already told them I was coming, didn’t you?”

Her father winced slightly, and guilt consumed his aged, but handsome, features. “Yes, I told them I would send someone.”

“I don’t love you, Dad,” she told him, not really meaning it, but it seemed to fit.

“Come on, Amber, this will be fun—an adventure. You always liked adventure,” her father told her in his ‘sales voice’, the one he used when pitching ideas to investors.

“Adventure, that sounds alarming. Where am I going?” Suddenly, she was more than worried. He better not be sending her to Africa. She hated snakes and spiders.

“It’s a surprise. Go home and pack, and I’ll have the limousine swing by for you. You’ll be taking the private jet.” He smiled the smile that always meant ‘wait and see’ and followed with Amber having a displeased tantrum.

“It’s a surprise, but it gets a little chilly at night, so bring a warm jacket and boots.”

“As long as it isn’t Anchorage, I’ll do it,” she told him with a smile, even though she was silently cursing him knowing he knew she would give in.

“I have your word that as long as it isn’t Anchorage, you’ll go?” he asked with that evil twinkle.

“Yes, anything other than Anchorage. It will sure beat this heat and the traffic in a city that built every type of housing and building, and then went, damn! We forgot to put roads in!” Amber wasn’t going to miss Las Vegas that much. “So, where am I going?”

Her father’s grin broadened and her eyes widened. “Oh hell,” she breathed.

“You said anywhere but Anchorage,” he reminded her with the canary-eating grin. “Now, run along and pack.”

Her father’s chuckle reminded her of the devil—well, the devil dressed for the golf course. “That’s what they all say.”