I know, I know! I've been talking on and on about this book releasing for a while now. Well, you can finally get your copy! This story is special to me because it's set mostly in Tahoe in the winter. Since I'm currently enduring the biggest winter we've had in...well, as long as I can remember, and I've lived here 31 years, you can get a taste of what life in snow country is like...vicariously.
|That's Ginger on the pile of snow that is currently my front yard!|
Remember my post about pioneer life with no power for five days? Well, to add insult to injury, the pump for our Timberland (that's my neighborhood where my heroine also lives) well went out. Three days with no running water! You'd think it would be easy to melt snow into water, right? Wrong! The stuff that was falling when the disaster occurred was super dry. I put a pan of snow on the stove, and it evaporated. Perrrrrrfect! I am, however, a quick learner. I seeded the pot with a little water then add scoops of snow to melt slowly. A full dishpan gave me about a half a pot of water. We had bottled water for drinking and cooking, but my snow melt was for washing dishes and flushing toilets...and when I couldn't stand it any longer, washing my hair in the sink. If you've ever had a hankering to experience life in the good old days before modern conveniences, I'm here to tell you it isn't as romantic as it sounds.
|A beautiful day after the storm.|
However, I survived. My hero and heroine almost didn't a few times during the course of their adventure. And when it comes to their relationship, Hannah is determined to keep Tripp at arm's length. Read on to see what I mean...
Her hand stilled over the tomato she was slicing as he squeezed by her to set the glasses on the counter. Ignoring the sizzle of energy his body contact produced, she added lettuce to the sandwiches, plated them, then pulled a bag of grapes out of the refrigerator. “There you go. Lunch in under five minutes.”
“Successful, smart, hot and efficient.”
She slid onto the stool next to him. “I’m simply amazing. The eighth wonder of the world.”
She paused with her sandwich halfway to her mouth. “Hmm?”
“I was a complete idiot back when you were in college. If I had half a brain, I would have been smart enough to ask you out all those years ago. Everything you say makes me smile.” He popped a grape into his mouth. “Your dry sense of humor is a huge turn-on.”
“Good to know, but I’m still not going to date you.”
“We’ll see about that. I’m afraid you’ve ruined me for lesser women. Every time a girl hits on me, I’m going to judge her by my new Hannah-meter.”
She choked on her sandwich. Her eyes watered as he pounded her on the back until she stopped coughing.
A concerned green gaze met hers. “You okay?”
“Yes.” She let out a long breath. “I don’t know where to begin…with the Hannah-meter or the girls hitting on you part of that statement.”
He shrugged. “What? Am I supposed to pretend like they don’t?”
“No wonder Eden was in a tizzy when she found out we had dinner together. The women apparently line up to sleep with you.”
He grinned. “Not an actual line. Too much pushing and shoving for that.”
She smiled back. “Tripp?”
“You make me laugh, too, even if you do have an incredibly inflated ego.” She pulled a grape off the bunch and twirled it between her fingers. “A Hannah-meter, huh? I don’t want to brag, but if an IQ test is part of the process, you might as well go join a monastery because you’re not going to be getting much action.”
He let out a resigned sigh. “That high, huh?”
She nodded. “I’m afraid so.”
“In that case, I’ll have to keep working on you since one thing’s for certain.”
Her breath caught in her throat, and her heart beat a little faster when he laid a hand over hers. “What’s that?”“I’m definitely not cut out to be a monk.”
If you want to read more about Tripp and Hannah, pick up WILDE THING at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Apple iBooks, or KOBO or check out my website. Thanks for stopping by, and happy reading!