Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Jamie Beck's Joyfully His Release #Giveaway

Title: JOYFULLY HIS
Author: Jamie Beck
Release Date: October 17, 2017
Publisher: Montlake Romance

Summary

Folks in Sterling Canyon know that small towns have long memories. Two years after the DUI that injured a pedestrian, Andy Randall is still making amends. He hopes the Christmas spirit will help him get rehired as a ski instructor, but that job will come with conditions. He can’t afford another mistake, which is exactly what making a play for his former boss and friend, Nikki Steele, would be.

Nikki races down double black diamonds and hikes mountains better than most guys, unafraid of tumbling down the slopes. But trusting the guy who once shot her down could end in a fall that actually hurts, especially when she’d have to vouch for him with her boss. Still, the resort needs another instructor to handle the holiday tourists, and Andy’s sexy grin and relaxed charisma make him hard to resist.

With both of their reputations now on the line, can Andy convince Nikki that the second chance he wants isn’t only about the job?



Author Biography




Jamie Beck is a former attorney with a passion for inventing stories about love and redemption. In addition to writing novels, she also pens articles on behalf of a local nonprofit organization dedicated to empowering youth and strengthening families. Fortunately, when she isn’t tapping away at the keyboard, she is a grateful wife and mother to a very patient, supportive family.

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Ends November 10, 2017



Exclusive Excerpt - JOYFULLY HIS by Jamie Beck 

The winds had continued to pick up all day, now forcing the lift to tilt to the left. Despite the hundred-foot drop into the gorge below, Andy didn’t mind. The chair’s position caused Nikki to slide closer to him.

“They’ll have to close the lifts early. Too windy,” Andy said as they approached the top of the mountain. He’d be upset except that he’d already gotten lots of vertical in this afternoon on his own. His legs should have been tired, but the full-body buzz kept him going. “Looks like we’ll only get one shot at this, so what’s the bet?”

“If you lose, you have to sing ‘Don’t Stop Believin’’ for karaoke at the employee holiday party this weekend.” She wiggled her brows with smug satisfaction.

She thought she’d scared him. Little did she know he had a half-decent voice. Granted, he’d never sung in public, but it didn’t matter, especially because he wasn’t going to lose.

“I’m not worried, but you should be, ’cause you’ll be eating a strawberry-sized ball of wasabi when you lose.”

Her mouth fell open. “You do want my job. You’re trying to kill me.” She elbowed him in jest.

He laughed before they skied off the lift and tightened their bindings. Although he guessed a part of her still feared the trees, he respected the hell out of her for the way she’d never been beaten by the memory of that accident. He hadn’t been skiing with her at the time, but everyone in town had heard some version of that story.

She wrinkled her nose, thinking. “Glades until we hit the midmountain lodge. Then anything goes. First to the base of K2 Quad Lift wins.”

“You’re on, Nik.” He fist-bumped her, alarmingly excited by the gleam in her eye and the way she straightened up and skated away. Agile and robust, as always. Man, that turned him on. So much so he’d temporarily forgotten that this was a race. Now she’d gained about fifteen yards on him and was pitching toward the slope.

Luckily his long legs allowed him to glide across the traverse and catch up before they dipped into the glade.

At first, she had the advantage because she was in front of him, and he had no safe option to pull out from behind the single track she was taking through the maze of trees.

“Booyah!” he hollered when he found an opening and, skiing parallel to her, eventually snuck ahead.

Sunlight filtered through the treetops, while sprays of glittery powder puffed up around them. Her laughter filled the air with a kind of happiness he hadn’t felt in so damn long; he breathed it in to hold on to the feeling.

He wanted to look back at her but couldn’t risk it. Dodging trees required complete concentration, especially at high speeds. From the corner of his eye, he caught sight of her about ten yards to his right, dead even at this point.

He yelled, “Nice try, Nik!” as he jabbed through a cluster of trees and into a wide-open space, where he could tuck and gain serious momentum.

This part of the slope was near empty now, which meant he could really let go and fly. He knew the terrain well enough to ski it blindfolded, but so did she. He could hear her on his heels, but he kept his eyes forward until he heard a yelp and the unmistakable sound of a crash. He swooshed to a stop, turning in time to spot her tumble and lose a ski.

“Nik! You okay?” he called from ten yards below, skiing sideways to retrieve her lost ski.

“Yes.” She groaned, grabbing her elbow and throwing her head back into the snow. “Damn.”

She didn’t look okay. “Hang on.”

He popped his skis off, grabbed her stray, and hiked back up to where she sat waiting. When he got there, she was hugging her right elbow to her chest, wincing but not crying.

“I thought you were okay?” He set her ski beside her, frowning.

“This is nothing. Just hyperextension, I think.”

He reached down and held her beneath her armpit to help heave her up so she wouldn’t have to put pressure on the joint. “Sorry. You need to get it on ice and in a compression brace. I can call Avery to come check you out.”

In addition to being his sister, Avery was widely recognized as the top ortho PT in town.

“Don’t trouble her. My bruised ego hurts worse than my arm. I hate losing, especially because of a wipeout.” Her scowl made him chuckle.

“Double or nothing to the bottom?”

She glanced up, a glint in her eye, then rubbed her elbow again. “No. Fair’s fair. If I were Billy or one of the guys, not only wouldn’t you give me that option, you probably wouldn’t have stopped so quickly to help, either. I told you not to go easy on me.” Her full lips pursed into a playful pout.

The sudden urge to kiss her here, on the deserted slope, in the shadows of the fir trees, gripped him. If she were anyone other than his boss, he would. “I’m not going easy on you. I’m doubling down now that you’re injured,” he teased.

“Well, then,” she said, clicking her boot into her binding, “go get your skis.”
 

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