Coming March 22nd!
Summary
When
Sterling Chandler met his wife a few years back, his happiness felt complete –
until a mistake came between them and turned their steamy love into a frozen
sea of agony. On the brink of divorce, the two decide to take a brief vacation
– away from each other. It is a time to evaluate their marriage, and decide if
there is anything left to salvage.
Distraught
and lonely, Sterling chooses to spend the next five days in a small ski resort
town in Colorado, hoping that the cold mountain air, friendly people and
daunting slops will help clear his head. Unfortunately, his head quickly gets
muddled when Hanna, the Inn Keeper’s stunning daughter, is asked to be his ski
instructor. It’s a temptation he didn’t realize he would face and one he really
doesn’t need right now… one that is made worse by Hanna’s obvious curiosity and
interest.
The next
five days will test Sterling in ways he can’t imagine – and make him question
everything he thinks he ‘knows’ about his life, and heart.
Excerpt
I poured a glass of Samaroli rum and grabbed my
dossier. I hadn't glanced at it since my arrival. I decided to relax on the
deck and kick back on the lounge chair. As I faced the snow-coated mountains, I
could not help but take in the magnificence. The scene was majestic, the sky
was a midnight black with stars sprinkled about. The fragrance might've been
labeled fresh-new country, if at all possible.
The deck was heated but the cool breeze that floated
in mingled well, balancing the temperature. Admiring the view, I had to wonder
why anyone would ever want to leave this place.
The Caribbean rum had started to take toll on me. I
rested my head back and became a fixture in my environment.
There was a knock on the door. My stomach dropped; I
knew exactly who it was. I didn’t yell for her to come in; she would anyway. I
swiveled my chair around to watch her sashaying in through the moonlit suite.
She wore a simple, black one piece. It fit her
impeccably. She didn't wear a bra to support her perky B-cup breasts as they
barely bounced with each step. I imagined a thong underneath, barely covering
her sacred area. She adorned red, five-inch stilettos with silver tips. Her
hair was in a flirty, flyaway bun, looking every bit the runway model. She was
stunning.
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