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If the rooms upstairs are four-star, this place is a negative seven.
Negative eight if any rats show up, which is a distinct possibility.
Examining every inch of it takes me about thirty seconds, and after that theres nothing to look at except her. I start at her feet, snug in those big furry boots, which is lucky since the temperature in here is dropping fast. Her black stockings and short black skirt dont look nearly as cozy, and are a far cry from the jeans she used to favor, but I guess a lot has changed for both of us. Shes wrapped up in a black wool coat, the belt cinched tight around her waist, emphasizing the gentle curve of her hips.
In another life I would grab the ends of that belt and pull her toward me before unwrapping her like a shiny present under the tree on Christmas morning. Instead, I jam my hands in my pockets and make myself meet her eyes. Shes checking me out as well, lips flashing up in a quick smile when she sees Im wearing the Red Sox hat she gave me, and she flushes when I catch her looking. The deep pink starts in the apples of her cheeks and spreads down to disappear under the collar of her coat, but she keeps her gaze steady.
“I know it wasnt your idea,” she whispers.
I tilt my head forward to hear because shes practically mouthing the words, like shes afraid someone is listening.
“I figured that out by the time I got back to my room,” she continues.
“Then why didnt you pick up your phone?” I keep my voice as quiet as hers, and she shuffles two tiny steps toward me, then stops and plants her feet, like shes determined to go no farther. We stare at each other across the room. Close enough to touch hands if we stretched our fingers forward, but oh so far away.
I force myself to keep standing straight as the memories hit me. Curled up behind Belle in that huge-ass bed in the Moscow hotel room, waking up hard and happy with the soft curve of her ass pressed back against my dick, pushing that glorious hair to the side and trailing kisses down the back of her neck until she was moaning and wiggling against me… It was our first night together and the first and only time I ever woke up with another person in my bed.
The World Skating Championships were supposed to be held in Japan that year, but there was an earthquake ten days before the event was scheduled to start so it was postponed a month and moved to Moscow, which meant I could come watch Belle compete. She took gold, reclaiming her place in the top spot after missing the Vancouver Olympics due to an injury. I convinced her to take a week off and go to the Ile de Joie with me afterwards, seven days of wandering the twisty cobbled streets where my mom grew up and seven nights of Belle in my bed. Id just won my first major competition and I was taking a vacation with my girl. Life was perfect.
But on our first morning her phone rang.
My heart starts beating faster at the memory and my stomach twists, remembering the way I ran to the toilet and threw up after she stormed out of the room.
“Dont answer,” Id murmured, smiling at her moan as I slid a hand up the smooth skin of her stomach to cup the warm weight of her breast.
“Its not important,” I told her as my fingers teased her nipple and it hardened to a tight bud, ready for my tongue.
“Stay with me,” Id begged her as she pulled away a moment later, just enough to reach for her phone. Her other hand snaked back to stroke my dick, and it felt so good that I closed my eyes, lost in the dream of waking up with the only woman Id ever loved.
Then she went stiff in my arms and screamed, and the dream turned into a nightmare.
Snow Crossed Lovers Series
Title: Bailing Out
Series: A Snow-Crossed Lovers Novella
Release Date: January 13th
About Bailing Out:
Gabriel Power came to Sochi with two goals: win a medal and track down his ex-girlfriend so he can finally explain the truth about the scandal that came between them. Once thats done, hes going to disappear. Snowboardings bad boy is tired of the phony photo ops set up by his media mogul father. Getting hounded by reporters and pretending to date supermodels while running errands for Power News cost him the only girl hes ever loved, and now its time to walk away.
Quitting his father will be easy. Bailing on snowboarding will be slightly harder. Getting Belle to forgive him may be impossible, but he has to try.
Isabelle Garlands Olympic dream died the night a drunk driver plowed into her car and crushed her leg. Sochi was supposed to be her moment of glory, but instead shes limping around the Village trying to dodge the snowboarder who broke her heart and avoid the interviews her pushy sister-slash-manager insists are vital for building her brand. Belle doesnt want a brand, she wants a life. Preferably one far away from the rude reporters who keep trying to get Americas Skating Sweetheart to cry on camera by asking how it feels when
your entire life is snatched away in an instant.
(Spoiler: it feels like s***. Also, shes more snark than sweet these days.)
When she runs into Gabe in the basement of her hotel, Belles first instinct is to flee. Too bad theyre trapped in a freezing storage room together with no way out and only their chemistry to keep them warm…
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Title: Dropping In
Series: A Snow-Crossed Lovers Novel
Release Date: February 8th
About Dropping In:
Natalie Berensen has one short summer to ace her writing class and convince her parents shes not a hopeless screw-up. No more changing her major once a month, taking time off to travel, or random friends-with-benefits. She doesnt have time for distractions or hook-ups, not even if her longtime crush is in town for the summer and living in her basement. Who cares if hes a snowboarding god with six pack abs and a hashtag devoted to his apparently magical penis? Shes not interested.
Until she is.
Ben Eastons focus and self-discipline is legendary. Hes built a career as a professional snowboarder by training harder than anyone else on the mountain and steering clear of anything that doesnt take him one step closer to his goal: Olympic gold. Then his best friend crashes in the half-pipe and Ben drops everything to take care of him. No more training. No more competitions. No more snowboarding. Its over.
Hes back in Boulder to help with Adams rehab, not fool around with his little sisters best friend, no matter how much he loves her laugh or the way her ass looks when she walks up the stairs. Theres no way in hell hes going anywhere near Natalie.
Until he does.
Contains: a grumpy guard cat with a taste for blood, discussions of Ents as phallic symbols, and plenty of sexy times.
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Title: Wiping Out
Series: A Snow-Crossed Lovers Novel
Release Date: March 8th
About Wiping Out:
Piper Easton is a fixer. As a teenager she took over running the house when her mom got sick, and when her snowboarder brother was injured, she found the top knee guru in town and finagled a same-day appointment. Shes got an exclusive internship lined up in Europe and shell be leaving as soon as she watches her brother Ben win a gold medal. She just has to clean up one last mess: the way her stupid heart jumps whenever her ex-boyfriend appears. She and Adam are friends now, thats it. Thats all they can ever be.
But maybe a few benefits arent out of the question. Just until their trip to the Olympics finishes and they both go their separate ways. Surely the problem will be fixed by then.
Adam Westlake had two true loves: snowboarding and Piper Easton. He lost them both and now hes broken. The scars from where they cut his skull open are no longer visible, but the traumatic brain injury means it isnt safe for him to ride again and he hasnt spoken to Piper in eighteen months. Not since he got out of the hospital and fled Colorado, terrified he wouldnt be able to resist strapping on his board when the snow started falling. Hes been chasing summer around the world ever since, until a lucrative offer to report on the Olympics brings him home to face all the temptations he left behind.
He might be able to summon the willpower to stay off the mountain, but Piper?
Shes irresistible.
Contains: sex as an Olympic sport, dirty dancing while wearing eye goggles, ninety-nine penis balloons, and a blowjob rudely interrupted by a devil in feline form.
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About the Autor:
Carrie grew up in Vermont, spent her college years in beautiful Boulder, Colorado, and now lives in New Zealand with her husband, two smallish children, and a gaggle of very badly behaved animals. She writes love stories that will make you laugh and reads enough romance to swoon on the regular.
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