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    Snowdrift
    Snowdrift
    Snowdrift
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    Snowdrift

    By Kris Eton

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    Can an avalanche reignite a hot high school crush?

    When Piper Henderson and her boyfriend join friends for a winter mountain getaway one weekend, little does she know her high school crush, Jacob Townsend, would show up. And he isn't alone. At first, she fights off her fantasies, but when she and Jacob are trapped after an avalanche, they both discover how strong an old flame can be. Will they give in to their desires?

    Snowdrift is a second chance romance with explicit love scenes and naughty language in and out of the bedroom for mature readers only.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherKris Eton
    Release dateApr 3, 2023
    ISBN9798215343692
    Snowdrift
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    Kris Eton

    Kris is a forty-something mom with 2 kids who lives far, far away from civilization, which means she has plenty of quiet nights (and days) to write. She is a movie addict, can bake a mean muffin, and loves reading historical romance - though she’d never try to write one. For four years, she worked hard to become published. GOING DOWN was her first real, live book. She’s currently busy writing a few others. Kris likes writing contemporary, sexy stories, but she does have a few ideas for some paranormal books.

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      Snowdrift - Kris Eton

      Chapter One

      Piper dumped her heavy suitcase onto the floorboards of the rustic, wood-paneled cabin. I thought I told you I’m not really the outdoorsy type, Celia. She brushed a cobweb off of the leg of her jeans.

      Oh, come on. You don’t have to go outside if you don’t want to. Just sit and read by the fire or take a nap. Celia carried two full bags of groceries into the cabin, her cheeks rosy-red from the biting winter air outside.

      So, where’s everyone else? This was supposed to be a relaxing weekend with old friends. At least, that was how Celia sold it to her a few weeks ago.

      You mean Matt?

      "Are you going to give me a hard time about him, too?" Piper slammed the door shut.

      Celia took the bags into the kitchen. Your mother’s right, Piper. That guy’s no good for you.

      I’m just getting back into dating again. Cut me a little slack.

      Yeah, you’re getting back into dating, so you go back to your high school boyfriend? Celia appeared in the doorway. He’s such a weenie.

      Celia!

      What? She put her hands in the pockets of her brown corduroys and shrugged. He is. After being married to Jim, you’d think you’d be a little more discriminating.

      Piper ignored her friend’s comment and rubbed her hands together for warmth. How do you turn the heat on in this place? She looked around the room. Kitchen to the left, living room straight ahead with some comfortable looking couches and a big fireplace. Do you know anything about building a fire?

      You were in Girl Scouts. Didn’t they teach you stuff like that? Celia peeled off her puffy down jacket and hung it in the closet by the front door. I’ll make some hot chocolate. You get the fire going.

      Gee, thanks. Piper pulled off her hat and gloves, and set them on a rickety table in the entryway. Stepping into the living room, she caught her breath at the beautiful wooded scene out the bay window. Several inches of new snow already covered the ground, and the lake was a sheet of sparkling ice under the midday sun. You should see the view.

      I told you it was a nice place.

      If it wasn’t for the chilling cold in the room, she probably could have looked out that window all afternoon. She shivered. Next to the fireplace sat a stack of wood, old newspapers, and a box of matches. She could do this. How hard could it be to get a fire going?

      She crumpled up a sheet of newspaper and set it under the grate. Then she stacked a couple of pieces of firewood on top. Striking a match, she held it to the paper and watched in satisfaction as it flared to life. Fire’s taken care of.

      Celia came around the corner with two mugs of steaming hot chocolate in her hands. Or not.

      At her friend’s words, Piper made a frown and turned back to look at her handiwork. The newspaper had burned all right, but the wood didn’t catch. Dang it.

      Here, drink this. Maybe there’s a thermostat around here somewhere. Celia handed her a mug then disappeared down the hallway that branched off of the living room. But keep trying! It’s colder than a witch’s tit in here!

      Piper took a sip of her hot drink then set it down on the brick hearth. Looking at the blackened paper under the logs, she tried to think about how to tackle the task. More paper? Was there lighter fluid anywhere around? Would a shot or two of vodka, which was in those grocery bags, get things going?

      She grabbed another newspaper and set to crumpling.

      Who left you in charge of the fire?

      Piper jumped at the masculine voice. Celia’s six-foot-two, dark-haired, green-eyed, sexy-as-hell brother stood just inside the living room, the front door wide open. Jacob? What are you doing here? Celia didn’t mention you were coming.

      Why wouldn’t I come? Anders High School. Weekend reunion. Sounds like I fit the bill.

      Weekend reunion for the class of 2010. You’re class of 2008.

      "Don’t remind me. Are you trying to make me feel old? He peeked into the kitchen. Where’s Celia?"

      Would you mind shutting the door? It’s freezing in here. Her pulse raced. It was so unfair he had that effect on her so many years out of high school.

      I think it’s warmer out there than it is in here. He closed the door.

      Why do you think I’m building a fire? To prove how hard she was working, she picked up another piece of newspaper and crumpled it.

      Do you mind if I give it a try?

      What? You don’t think I can do it?

      I didn’t say that. I’d just like to have a fire going before we all freeze to death. He rubbed his hands together and blew on them.

      Thanks for the vote of confidence.

      He left his duffle bag near the front door and stepped into the living room. First, you put too much paper under there. And these logs? You need something smaller.

      I was just working with what they gave me here. She gestured at the wood and newspaper stacked next to the grate.

      There’s some kindling outside on the porch. You pull some of this out of here... He pointed at the paper. ...and I’ll go bring in some wood we can use.

      Leave it to Jacob to make her feel sixteen again. A goofy, silly, infatuated sixteen. She was pulling out a few half-burned wads of newspaper when Celia came back into the room.

      Found the thermostat in the front bedroom.

      Piper swept bits of ash off the hearth. So when were you going to tell me about Jacob?

      What’s that now? Her friend clutched her mug close to her chest, a finger nervously tapping the ceramic.

      Your brother’s here. You didn’t tell me he was invited.

      Celia cleared her throat and tucked a strand of long, dark hair behind one ear. Yeah, well, he wasn’t doing anything this weekend, and I thought that maybe you two...

      I can’t believe you!

      "Well, you’ve had a crush on him forever. I thought, now

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