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MY PERFECT MISTAKE
Over the Top #1
Kelly Siskind
Releasing April 5th, 2016
Forever
What happens in Aspen is definitely not staying in Aspen . . .
A girls’ trip to Aspen was exactly what Shay needed to forget about her toxic ex-boyfriend. She’s got her girls, pristine slopes for skiing, and hot guys everywhere. Of course, her epic self-rediscovery goes completely to hell when a wild (and deliciously hot) skier knocks Shay on her ass . . . and war is declared.
Kolton doesn’t know what it is about Shay that makes him lose it. Not just his cool—although she does have an unholy gift for that—but his restraint. When anger gives way to explosive chemistry, they’re both shaken with the intensity of it. But somewhere between lust and hate, Kolton and Shay realize they could have something real . . . if they don’t kill each other first.
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He tosses me my anti-sexy helmet. โWe should take another run before we head down.โ
I catch it and shake my head, unsure I heard him right. โSorry, we? Shouldnโt you be skiing with your buddies? Itโs bad enough you hijacked my lunch and I have to sit at a table with you again tonight. Now you want to ski together? Thanks but no thanks.โ
He lifts his arms over his head and stretches from side to side. A sliver of skin peeks out below his jacket. โThe guys called it quits early. Worried you canโt keep up?โ
As fucking if. The dudeโs obviously egging me on, but he snaps my self-control. Everything between us is action, reaction. Spark and flame. Whatโs his deal, anyway? Why sit with me and ski with me when weโre worse than cats and dogs? If he thinks firing me up means heโs getting a replay of last night, heโs mistaken. Still, I need to beat his ass on the slopes. โFine. Iโll take that run. Itโs about time I put you in your place. But letโs be clear. We can have lunch and ski together, but there will be no sex.โ A teen walking by stops midstride and doubles over in a fit of giggles.
โI didnโt catch that.โ Kolton leans forward and cups a hand around his helmeted ear. โDo you mind speaking up?โ
What a total douche.
โEveryone is wise until he speaks,โ I mumble, recalling my granddadโs words.
Kolton straightens, a question passing across his face. โAre you Irish? My granddad used to say that all the time. Along with, โShut your mouth and eat your dinner.โโ
I laugh, abrupt and maniacal, the sharp sound catching me off guard. The energy shifts between us, like the first time I understood my Spanish teacherโthe foreign becoming familiar. I frown, unsure I want Kolton to feel familiar. โYeah, I am. The first curse I learned was feckinโ arse, and Iโd kind of like to use it now.โ
He smiles to himself, as though weโre friends who would sit and talk and laugh about our shared upbringing. Ruffled, I cram my helmet on, get geared up, and try to stomp out of the lodge all look out, buddy, but with the boots and Martian head, itโs a fail.
Skis on and goggles down, we race to the lift. He arrives first, making like heโs been waiting forever with a dramatic yawn. I roll my eyes and push past him. The lift line is empty, so itโs just him and me on the four-person chair.
โMind not doing that?โ he says partway up as I swing my skis.
The chair sways in response, and I rock my legs harder. โThis?โ
His olive skin grays. โYeah. That.โ He leans his elbows on the safety bar and closes his eyes.
If he pukes, Iโll likely toss my cookies, too. When my brother got food poisoning from China Houseโs all-you-can-eat buffet, it wasnโt pretty. I hadnโt eaten a thing there, but the second he threw up, I proceeded to reenact that pie eating scene from Stand by Me: projectile vomit, solid stream, fire hydrant force.
I still my skis and stop bouncing.
We pass one supporting tower, then another, before he opens his eyes.
โYou regretting that lunch?โ I ask, smirking.
He flexes his hands, and the poles dangling from his wrists knock around. โNo. Iโm regretting getting on this chair with you.โ
Such a charmer.
A small-town girl at heart, Kelly Siskind moved
Ontario. When sheโs not neck deep in cheese or out hiking, you can find her,
She laughs at her own jokes and has been known to
Nadene's addiction to reading began at an early age, when a family friend gifted her a copy of Wuthering Heights. From that moment she was never without a book.She will read anything as long the material is compelling enough to hold her attention. She gained many experiences through the pages of the books she had the opportunity to read.She created this blog to share her love of books with like minded individuals hopes that in sharing reviews of the books read visitors to the blog will discover their next addictive read. When not reading, Nadene enjoys cooking, listening to music and watching television.
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