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About MY PERFECT MISTAKE
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.
MY PERFECT MISTAKE releases April 5,
2016 - add it to your Goodreads list here!
Excerpt
He tosses me my anti-sexy helmet. “We should take another run before we head
down.”
I catch it and shake my head, unsure I heard him right. “Sorry,
we?
Shouldn’t you be skiing with your buddies? It’s 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.”
He lifts his arms over his head and stretches from side to side. A sliver of skin peeks
out below his jacket. “The guys called it quits early. Worried you can’t keep up?”
As f**ing if. The dude’s obviously egging me on, but he snaps my self-
control. Everything between us is action, reaction. Spark and flame. What’s his deal,
anyway? Why sit with me and ski with me when we’re worse than cats and dogs? If
he thinks firing me up means he’s getting a replay of last night, he’s mistaken. Still, I
need to beat his ass on the slopes. “Fine. I’ll take that run. It’s about time I put you in
your place. But let’s be clear. We can have lunch and ski together, but there will be
no sex.” A teen walking by stops midstride and doubles over in a fit of giggles.
“I didn’t catch that.” Kolton leans forward and cups a hand around his helmeted ear.
“Do you mind speaking up?”
What a total douche.
“Everyone is wise until he speaks,” I mumble, recalling my granddad’s words.
Kolton straightens, a question passing across his face. “Are you Irish? My granddad
used to say that all the time. Along with, ‘Shut your mouth and eat your dinner.’”
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 teacher—the foreign
becoming familiar. I frown, unsure I want Kolton to feel familiar. “Yeah, I am. The
first curse I learned was
feckin’ arse, and I’d kind of like to use it now.”
He smiles to himself, as though we’re 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, it’s a fail.
Skis on and goggles down, we race to the lift. He arrives first, making like he’s been
waiting forever with a dramatic yawn. I roll my eyes and push past him. The lift line
is empty, so it’s just him and me on the four-person chair.
“Mind not doing that?” he says partway up as I swing my skis.
The chair sways in response, and I rock my legs harder. “This?”
His olive skin grays. “Yeah. That.” He leans his elbows on the safety bar and closes
his eyes.
If he pukes, I’ll likely toss my cookies, too. When my brother got food poisoning from
China House’s all-you-can-eat buffet, it wasn’t pretty. I hadn’t 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.
“You regretting that lunch?” I ask, smirking.
He flexes his hands, and the poles dangling from his wrists knock around.
“No. I’m
regretting getting on this chair with you.”
Such a charmer.
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About Kelly Siskind
A small-town girl at heart, Kelly moved from the city to open a cheese shop with her
husband in Northern Ontario. When she’s not neck deep in cheese or out hiking, you
can find her, notepad in hand, scribbling down one of the many plot bunnies
bouncing around in her head.
She laughs at her own jokes and has been known to eat her feelings—Gummy Bears
heal all. She’s also an incurable romantic, devouring romance novels into the wee
hours of the morning.
She is represented by Stacey Donaghy of the Donaghy Literary Group.
2015 Golden Heart® Finalist
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