Ginger Sanders was born and raised in Diamond Creek, Alaska as she allowed her eye to wander as she raced down to the bottom of the slope. It was a bird that flew through the trees that caught her eye. The next thing she knew, one of her skis caught on its edge, and she lost her balance. For a few seconds, she thought she might be able to right herself. She wobbled but she did slow down. She looked up only to find the finest-looking man she had ever seen a few feet in front of her. The balance she thought she had was lost. She skidded sideways and landed with a hard thump, coming to a stop beside the skis belonging to the man in question.
Her gaze traveled up, up, and up until she found herself staring at sex-on-skis. As the man knelt to check on her, Ginger was struck speechless. She’d like to have blamed her tumble in the snow, but truly it was just this man. She was almost dizzy just looking at him. Which was not good, not good at all. Where the hell did he come from? She’d never laid eyes on him, and she knew almost everyone in Diamond Creek, Alaska. He must be a tourist visiting Last Frontier Lodge. “Are you okay?” he asked.
Her cheeks heated when she realized she hadn’t managed to answer him. “Um…yeah. I think so.” “Let’s get you out of these skis, so you can get your feet under you.” “Now that you can move, how are you?” Because of the way her young marriage ended with her lying cheating bastard of a husband, she swore never to get involved with men again. It's worked seamlessly for two years that’s why she is so tongue-tied now. This man evoked emotions she’s never experienced before, and it's caught her off guard.
Causing a two-second delay in response time. “I’m, uh… I’m fine. Thank you.” “You have, uh, a bit of snow on your back,” he said, gesturing to her back. “Oh, oh, right.” Every look in his eyes flustered her even more. Sh-t. Don’t blush like an idiot. What the hell is wrong with you? You don’t notice men. They are in the no-zone. Get a grip and act normal. Gage grinned, Her best friend’s husband and the owner of Last Frontier Lodge came skiing over to her side. “You okay? Saw you fall there.”
“I know you fell at Cam’s feet, but did you get a chance to meet him?” Gage asked with a wink and a sly smile. If looks could kill Gage would be dead, and she would have her revenge. She knew his wife was her bestie. “We haven��t had much time to talk,” she replied, biting back a huff. “Cam Nash,” he said with a nod. Right, it was her turn to speak, something she usually had no trouble with. She was a speech therapist for crying out loud. “N-n-nice to meet you. I’m Ginger Sanders. Are you here for a visit?” “Not exactly. I took a job here for the winter.”
Gage nodded enthusiastically. “Cam is a world-class skier and backcountry guide. Can’t believe we lucked out and signed him on for the season. He’s getting our ski school up and running and will hopefully help me expand our backcountry trails.” Welcome to their meet-cute the chemistry is off the charts and throws Ginger for a loop. In her process to will her thoughts, emotions, and body into not ever getting involved with another man she never factored in the chemistry. But it's not just that but the instant connection to him as a person and the pain of his loss of his brother.
It had started to unlock things within her that she truly thought no longer existed. Such a good book.