Survive the adventure.
Live to love.
Following a family
emergency, snowboarder Tevyn Moore and financier Mallory Armstrong leave Donner
Pass in a blizzard… and barely survive the helicopter crash that follows.
Stranded with few supplies and no shelter, Tevyn and Mallory—and their injured
pilot—are forced to rely on each other.
The mountain leaves no
room for evasion, and Tevyn and Mal must confront the feelings that have been
brewing between them for the past five years. Mallory has seen Tevyn through
injury and victory. Can Tevyn see that Mallory’s love is real?
Mallory’s job is risk
assessment. Tevyn’s job is full-on risk. But to stay alive, Mallory needs to
take some gambles and Tevyn needs to have faith in someone besides himself. Can
the bond they discover on the mountain see them to rescue and beyond?
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Cat gives
this one 5 Meows with a low Purr heat index...
OMG, this was such an amazing first book in a series. It hooks you from the start with charming characters
then pulls you in with the chilling drama.
Tevyn is a world-class, Olympic
snowboard champion. Mallory is his financier, but Mallory has another stake in Tevyn
that Tevyn doesn’t know about. Mallory comes to get Tevyn to take him to see
his grandmother and the woman that raised him before she passes. They take a
private helicopter since the weather isn’t good and its an emergency, Missy doesn’t
have long. A wind pulls the copter
causing a crash. Tevyn, Mallory, and Damien the pilot escape with a few
supplies, but Damien’s legs are badly injured. They are in a place that its
unlike search and rescue can find them in time. Will these three men make it
out alive.
This is such a beautiful,
touching story but keeps you on the edge of your seat as you wait to see how
they will make it out and if Damien will survive as well. I cannot wait for
more in this series!
If you like Olympic
sports, snowboarding, winter stories, survival stories, age gap, friends to
lovers, and a sweet romance you will love this book. I highly recommend it.
Excerpt…
Yearning for the Snow
Bunny
MALLORY ARMSTRONG watched
as Tevyn Moore floated his way through the ski lodge disco, stopping to dance
with everyone on the floor.
Tevyn—shoulder-length
curly blond hair flying, lithe, powerful athlete’s body gyrating—had a smile
and a booty bump for everybody he passed, and they, male and female, usually
had a casual touch or a grope or an out-and-out caress saved for him.
He didn’t seem to mind.
Mallory had managed
Tevyn’s money and his snowboarding competitions for the last five years, and he
knew being touched was the last thing on Tevyn’s bitch list. The boy was
careless and free with that amazing body of his, and Mallory… Mallory just had
to watch him, wondering who he’d find in the boy’s bed tomorrow.
It was infuriating—even
more so because Tevyn wasn’t careless with protection or feckless with people’s
hearts. He worked in a physical profession. For God’s sake, he did terrifying,
death-defying things on a narrow plank of fiberglass, and he did them so well
people paid him to wear hats with their logos on them. Someone whose stress was
all physical was going to have physical ways to work that stress out.
Sex was as good a way as
any, as far as Mallory could remember.
His last boyfriend had
left him two years ago because, in his words, competing with Tevyn was too
rough on the ego.
Mallory had sputtered then
and protested. He was ten years older than Tevyn and was not planning to get
involved with the boy. Tevyn was a client, one of a dozen who
needed Mallory to manage their finances while they traveled to earn their
money.
But Keith had laughed
harshly and told him to save the excuses for the tabloids. Tevyn Moore
dominated Mallory’s schedule, his business, his life.
Well, he did dominate
Mal’s business. It was just that the boy was more than spectacularly talented
on the slopes; he was also charismatic and business savvy. He couldn’t so much
as do a practice loop for fun without someone pushing him to sell their lip
balm or skiing socks or even hair product. Tevyn knew enough to know he didn’t
want his name on a shitty product, but he didn’t want to offend any potential
sponsor, even one he had no intention of backing. If only Mal’s
other clients had the savvy to say no in such a way that they didn’t offend
anybody. Mallory didn’t mind being Tevyn’s fall guy; that was his job.
But Tevyn had learned to
lean on him for matters that weren’t financial—and that was a harder job
altogether.
“Look at you!” Tevyn
called from the dance floor, groin to groin with a young woman wearing
basically a tank top that went down to midthigh and vinyl boots that met it at
the same place. Mallory could tell she wasn’t wearing any underwear under that
thing, nor a bra neither, and her movements were as seductive and as rhythmic
as Tevyn’s.
“Look at me what?” Mallory
called back from his perch at a high table near the edge, feeling awkward. He’d
taken a helicopter out from the city in his three-piece suit and his loafers.
He had sturdy boots and parkas and sweaters at home, of course—he visited Tevyn
a lot when he was traveling—but Tevyn had been in the Sierras near Donner Pass
for a private competition, and Mallory had taken the copter straight from his
office. Damien Ward, his pilot, had been worried about a storm headed toward
the ski resort and had told Mal that if they left tomorrow, they wouldn’t be
able to land.
“Look at you all serious!”
Tevyn laughed, peeling away from the blonde in the uber-tank so gracefully it
would have been impossible for her to take exception. “C’mon, Mal—it’s an
after-party! Find a guy and get down!”
Mallory grimaced at him
over his scotch and soda. “Tev, I’m here for something serious. I need to talk
to you.”
Tevyn rolled his eyes.
“Always serious with you, Mr. Finance Man. C’mon—I won today! I mean Shaun
White wasn’t here, but you gotta admit, that was some righteous air!”
Mallory had seen the
half-pipe playback from the bar. He had dozens of clients, many of them
high-end athletes and dancers, but God, only Tevyn could lodge his heart so
solidly in his mouth. Up and over, twisting wildly in the air, he defied
gravity with every jump. Mal had seen what happened to athletes who guessed
wrong, landed wrong. Seeing Tevyn in the air terrified him.
Angst and pain, Amy Lane
Amy Lane has two kids in college, two gradeschoolers in soccer, two cats, and
two Chi-who-whats at large. She lives in a crumbling crapmansion with most of
the children and a bemused spouse. She also has too damned much yarn, a
penchant for action adventure movies, and a need to know that somewhere in all
the pain is a story of Wuv, Twu Wuv, which she continues to believe in to this
day! She writes fantasy, urban fantasy, and m/m romance--and if you
accidentally make eye contact, she'll bore you to tears with why those three
genres go together. She'll also tell you that sacrifices, large and small, are
worth the urge to write.
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