Winter Heat: Operation Hook-Up

When Rayanna won the ski trip she thought she’d hit the jackpot. She had no idea how right she’d be. This trip took all inclusive to steamy new levels. But that’s the whole idea of...

“Operation Hook-Up; You Book Em, We Hook Em”

Excerpt:

Go on vacation, they said. You’ll meet new people, they said. Fun, they said.

Yeah. Now I’m standing in a quaint log cabin, meant for two, all by myself. Sure. Fun.

The perfect vacation for cuddling. Too bad she was one warm body short of a good cuddle. But when the mysterious envelope arrived awarding her a prize in a contest she didn’t even remember entering, she’d been needled into coming. An all-expenses-paid skiing trip to Vail.

Cough.

“Oh, shit. Sorry.” Rayanna whipped around to find the gorgeous, hunky lodge assistant holding her suitcases awaiting instructions. She rummaged in blind fury through her purse until she found her wallet. Yanking out a five, she held the bill out. “Oh, damn. Sorry, you’re waiting for me to tell you where to put them. Uh, yeah... I guess over on the bed, please.” She glanced around toward the doorway she assumed led to the bedroom.

She followed him through the door and discovered a massive king size bed made from what appeared to be logs, and a stone hearth at the end of the room. Large, picturesque windows overlooked the snow-covered woods.

Christmasy? Yes. Sadly she and nature didn’t get along so well.

“And the lodge is the closest place to me?” Being so secluded out here now gave her the willies.

“Yep, and I stay at the lodge, so if you need anything, I’m your guy. Name’s Dean.”

Dean stood damn near six feet two inches, with a head full of scruffy brown hair and soft brown eyes a girl melted right into.

“So, if I need to find the lodge but because there’s so damn much snow I can’t find the place, I call you?” She wished the thought were a joke, but no. The radio in the tram bus which had brought her from the valley to the lodge had warned of near-white-out conditions coming in.

“Yep.” Dean walked over to the old-school wall-hung phone. “Hit number two, and I’ll answer your call.”

“Any time? Day or night?” Damn, she’d hate to be at anyone’s unlimited beck and call.

“Yes, ma’am. Any time.” She caught a wicked glint, but before she gleaned anything more he continued. “Day or night.” His expression turned professional, but behind the grin, she could swear she caught something more.

An invitation.