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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 she’s not a hopeless screw-up. No more changing her major once a month, taking time off to travel, or random friends-with-benefits. She doesn’t 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 he’s a snowboarding god with six pack abs and a hashtag devoted to his apparently magical penis? She’s not interested.

Until she is.

Ben Easton’s focus and self-discipline is legendary. He’s built a career as a professional snowboarder by training harder than anyone else on the mountain and steering clear of anything that doesn’t 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. It’s over.

He’s back in Boulder to help with Adam’s rehab, not fool around with his little sister’s best friend, no matter how much he loves her laugh or the way her ass looks when she walks up the stairs. There’s no way in hell he’s 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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Excerpt

“Want to watch a movie?”

She tilts her head at me, considering, then drains her second beer. “Okay,” she finally says. “But nothing with business people. Unless they get killed in hideous ways, preferably slowly. And nothing with writers or agents or kids in college.”

“Okaay,” I say slowly, flicking through the movie options.

“Absolutely nothing with picture books,” she continues. “And no caterpillars.”

Caterpillars? What kind of fucked-up day did this girl have?

She opens her mouth to give me more directions, but I cut her off. “Maybe you should just tell me what is acceptable, instead of listing everything that isn’t. Might save time.”

“Fighting,” she says decisively. “Fighting is good. And car chases. And a character who goes rogue. I love it when that happens.”

The last sentence is a tiny bit wistful, but I ignore that because she’s made it pretty clear she doesn’t want to talk. At least not to me.

So instead of quizzing her, I get us two more beers and find the first Bourne movie because that guy pretty much goes rogue even if he’s just taking a piss. Plus, the chick is hot.

We watch for about an hour before either one of us speaks. The pizza disappears, the beer is toast, and we make a decent dent in the candy. Nat is totally focused on the movie, not making a sound except to cheer a little whenever Bourne gets in a good shot.

“I’m starting to get why you and my sister are so tight,” I say when she pumps her fist after Bourne takes out a bad guy. “You’re both bloodthirsty.”

“I’m nowhere near as bad as Piper,” she says. “I keep my violent tendencies virtual. She’s got Satan’s minion sleeping on her bed.”

I shiver. “You mean guarding her bed. I tried to sleep there the other night.”

She grins. Damn, she’s pretty. “Didn’t go well?”

“I shut him out, but he howled like a banshee and kept me awake, so I let him in and, well, let’s just say all the antiseptic cream and Band-Aids you left me are long gone.” Her smile fades slightly, and I curse myself because I know she’s remembering the other night. Why the hell did I have to bring that up? Then again, we’re both kind of drunk and zoned out on junk food. Maybe now’s the perfect time to totally put this shit to rest.

“About the other night,” she says. “I’m really sorry I walked in on you while you were, um…”

“About to take care of business?” I suggest helpfully.

She blushes. “Yeah. I should’ve knocked.”

“No worries,” I say. And I’m happy to call it all good, but she keeps going.

“And then, when I saw you, I really should’ve run away. Or at least asked you to put on a shirt so I could think straight, instead of mauling your hard-on with my eyes and making up poems about your abs.” She stops for a minute. “Shit, did I say the part about the poetry out loud?”

I snort. Yeah, she’s definitely a little drunk.

So am I, so I decide to mess with her a little. “Hard-on? What are you talking about?”

“You know.” She makes a fist and jerks her hand up and down a few times. “Take care of business.”

“I meant I was about to take a shower,” I say. “The business of getting clean.”

She presses her lips together and all the color drains from her face. “Sure, right, I totally knew that. I didn’t mean to imply that you were hard. It was probably just a really big optical illusion. Or maybe you have a troop of penis-worshipping gnomes in your pants, and they were building a tent down there.”

I stare at her for a second, trying desperately to keep a straight face so she’ll keep talking, because this girl is fucking hysterical. But the laugh bursts out of me and in no time, I’m actually on the floor, with tears rolling down my cheeks, my abs so tight they hurt. I cannot even remember the last time I laughed this hard.

 

Out Now:

Title: Bailing Out

Series: A Snow-Crossed Lovers Novella

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 that’s done, he’s going to disappear. Snowboarding’s 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 he’s ever loved, and now it’s 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 Garland’s 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 she’s 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 doesn’t want a brand, she wants a life. Preferably one far away from the rude reporters who keep trying to get America’s 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, she’s more snark than sweet these days.)

When she runs into Gabe in the basement of her hotel, Belle’s first instinct is to flee. Too bad they’re trapped in a freezing storage room together with no way out and only their chemistry to keep them warm…

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Coming Soon:

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. She’s got an exclusive internship lined up in Europe and she’ll 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, that’s it. That’s all they can ever be.

But maybe a few benefits aren’t 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 he’s broken. The scars from where they cut his skull open are no longer visible, but the traumatic brain injury means it isn’t safe for him to ride again and he hasn’t spoken to Piper in eighteen months. Not since he got out of the hospital and fled Colorado, terrified he wouldn’t be able to resist strapping on his board when the snow started falling. He’s 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?

She’s 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 Author:

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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