Spider people!
In A Hint of Frost, Lourdes, the protagonist and the rest of the cast are a species of human who possess arachnid-like characteristics including poisonous fangs and spinnerets. Lourdes is a member of a clan who is renowned for spinning the finest and strongest silk. They are allied and protected by another clan, who, at the novel's onset, has betrayed them, killing many (?) in her clan and assassinating her parents.
Because her people are spinners not fighters, Lourdes enters into an agreement with another clan, whereby she will marry (or be engaged to?) the clan maven's son, Rhys. If, within a month, Rhys and his people determine who betrayed her people, she will have to marry Rhys.
Or something like that.
This is my second attempt to read A Hint of Frost, and it's obvious why I bailed by chapter three the first time.
I'm going to be a flat-out asshole, and note that reviewers who claim the book has amazing world building are wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong! The premise is original--Spider people, how cool is that?--but the execution is terrible.
A population of humans (presumably) who have somehow evolved toxic fangs and the ability to secrete spider webs is a great idea. But great ideas aren't stories; and good world building is more than an "idea." World building means just that; a complex structure supporting the politics, culture, economics, geography, ecosystems, etc. that make up the characters' surroundings. None of this is present in A Hint of Frost. The world building and for that matter, setting, is no more than a brief sketch: spider people with warring clans, some live in tunnels, some are more barbaric than others. The previous sentence describes the extent of world building in this novel. Today's YA fantasy novels, with their over-reliance on some stupid gimmick, have deeper world building.
And what's up with the names? Lourdes? Rhys? French and Welsh names? Why? The novel's approach to developing believable culture is "culture schmulture."
The novel's appeal, I guess is the romance. Much younger me would have thought Rhys and his whole, chest-pounding, "Ima manly, manly man who will control mah female" bullshit appealing. Current me thinks he's a controlling ass-twaddle with less personality than a toaster. And less useful. Our heroine, Lourdes, sways between "I'm a bad ass archer (except she conveniently never has a bow)" and fainting in the hero's arms. Each swoon, of course, accompanied by Rhys making trite, "I will protect you 4-evah" noises and showing his nurturing side (which is really his controlling asshat side).
To its credit, the writing style is sometimes rather nice. Unfortunately, this reads like a first novel that should have been left in a drawer. Or at least, a book that needed a fuck-ton of developmental editing. The descriptions are a hot mess: in one instant someone puts something in their pocket; then suddenly it's back in their hand. Action scenes are sloppy, often dropping into passive voice, with illogical character movement and blocking.
I hope this thing was free; else, I want my money back.