Snowed in with a hot ER doc!
Pretty massage therapist Ellory Star needs a fresh start! After yet another failed relationship she’s decided to focus on finding herself—not a man. So her only resolution this New Year: no dating until she’s ready! Although she hasn’t counted on getting snowed in with delicious ER doctor Anson Graves...
It might not have been in her plan, but Ellory must face the fact that charming lifesaver Anson might just be the one man worth breaking her no-dating rule for!
New Year’s Resolutions!
Resolutions are made to be broken...!
Childhood friends Mira and Ellory each make a New Year’s resolution to stay away from love. Little do they know that fate has other things in mind...
When two hunky doctors hit the slopes, escaping their past in the deep snowy mountains, the last thing they expect to find is two wonderful women who can heal minds, bodies and souls...and maybe these brooding doctors’ hearts!
This New Year, lose yourself in these magical snowy romances from Harlequin Medical Romance authors Tina Beckett and Amalie Berlin
Read Jack and Mira’s story in
HOW TO FIND A MAN IN FIVE DATES
Read Anson and Ellory’s story in
BREAKING HER NO-DATING RULE
Dear Reader,
I have failed in every single New Year’s resolution I’ve ever set for myself. In fact I pretty much pick the most extreme resolutions possible and set myself up to fail. Because, like my heroine, I’m kind of flaky. My resolutions usually go like this: I want to lose weight...
Day One: I RESOLVE TO GIVE UP SUGAR FOREVER.
Day Four: Where’s my chocolate?!
This year I might actually keep my resolution—or get pretty close to it. I won’t know if I succeed until December 31, since it’s a year-long career goal and I still have time to pull it off. We’ll have to see who wins—the flake in me or the overachiever.
It’s fitting that in the first year I have a shot at holding my resolution I also got to work with Tina Beckett (a complete joy for me) and write linked books about besties who go to opposite extremes in setting their New Year’s resolutions...and set them up to fail spectacularly instead of myself for a change. Of course I don’t want to spoil the ending, but they fail in the best way possible.
I hope you enjoy reading my half of the New Year’s Resolutions! duet, and encourage you to grab Tina’s book—How to Find a Man in Five Dates—for Miranda and Jack’s story. And I wish you resolutions that work out for the best—succeed or fail.
Amalie
BREAKING HER NO-DATING RULE
Amalie Berlin
Recent titles by Amalie Berlin:
RETURN OF DR. IRRESISTIBLE
UNCOVERING HER SECRETS
CRAVING HER ROUGH DIAMOND DOC
These books are also available in ebook format from Harlequin.com.
To Tina Beckett—a great friend, fantastic writer and an awesome lady to work with!
It’s been a blast!
To Laurie Johnson—for giving me the chance to collaborate with a writer I adore, and letting me slip a hippie chick into a book. :) You rock.
Praise for Amalie Berlin:
“A sexy, sensual, romantic, heartwarming and purely emotional, romantic, bliss-filled read. I very much look forward to this author’s next read and being transported to a world of romance brilliance!”
—GoodReads on
CRAVING HER ROUGH DIAMOND DOC
Contents
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
EPILOGUE
PROLOGUE
“I KNOW THAT you want to manage this situation yourself, but you do have to relax at some point. Let me and the universe carry the load for a few days.”
The fact that most of the resort had been abandoned at the first hint of the approaching storm gave Ellory Star more confidence than she might’ve otherwise had in what would be an intense situation at best. Only a handful of staff remained—enough to keep the resort running—and a handful of guests trying to get in as much time on the powder as they could before the clouds rolled in. But it wasn’t like Mira was leaving the premises. She’d be around for catastrophe, her safety net.
“Enjoy your post-coital vacation, spend time with Mr. Forever, Number Five. I promise not to refer to him any more in any way that highlights the fact that I totally won the New Year’s resolution war this year.” Ellory leaned over the bar in Jack’s suite, where she and Mira were chatting, tidied a stack of napkins emblazoned with the lodge logo, and pretended not to be feeling smug about how totally right she was.
Mira—her sister by everything except genetics and actual family ties—was the concierge doctor for the ski lodge where Ellory was now living and working, and her best friend since they’d set eyes on one another as toddlers, when Ellory’s mother had brought her to work at the lodge Mira’s family owned. She was the brilliant one, and rational, dependable, smart, and a lot of other good-sounding words that everybody would use to describe Mira and only Mira would ever use to label her.
“You haven’t won until you figure out your quest. Your project. The thing you’re working on.”
A project Ellory hadn’t explained. “I should’ve just bet you I could go without a man longer than you could keep serial dating. Though I haven’t seen any contenders for sexy fun since I’ve been home. So the resolution is safe.”
But that wouldn’t have served the point of her making the resolution to begin with. Besides, her inability to articulate exactly what was wrong was part of the problem she needed to figure out. She skated through life, largely flying on instinct and ignoring anything that hurt her to the point that she wasn’t even sure what hurt her any more. For the past year she’d been running from some pain she couldn’t name—because ignoring the reasons for pain didn’t mean she didn’t feel it. It just meant she felt it blindly.
Her quest had led her home, and left her with the understanding that she had something to work on. Banishing men from her life kept her from sublimating with sex, kept her from distracting herself. She’d spent a decade distracting herself with a string of different boyfriends, and she wasn’t any closer to finding enlightenment...or just plain old happiness...than she had been when she’d left home, determined to give her life meaning.
Before things got too deep, before Mira picked up on the melancholy lurking in Ellory’s soul, she shifted the subject back to one she knew Mira couldn’t resist. “So, I’m going to have to come up with a new nickname for Jack. I could make some ‘playing doctor’ references, but that’s too obvious.”
Jack’s timely arrival through the suite door was her cue. “Hey, Loooove Doctor,” she called, and then shook her head. “Nah, that’s not it. I’ll keep working on it. Somewhere else now that we’ve got everything hashed out.” She winked at Mira and brushed past Mr. Mira on the way to the door.
Before she stepped out she turned to say something, and interrupted kissing. “Man, I was going to say that I was totally wrong about the resolution—that it just wasn’t that Jack was lucky to be the fifth dude but that I believed he was the one...and would have been if he’d been number twenty-five or number five. Now I just want to give you a safe-se
x talk!”
When they both laughed at her she smiled and cooed at them both while closing the door, “Oh, Number Five, you’ll always be number one to me!”
The door clicked before she could get pelted with bar paraphernalia for her pretend Mira-sex-talk.
The universe did like her. Occasionally.
CHAPTER ONE
ELLORY STAR HAD never been a sentinel before, and there were good reasons for that.
But this was where her mission to find herself had led. From the hot, life-laden forests of Peru to Colorado in the winter. To cold legs and a head full of static, hair that stuck to everything, and, of course, to trying to find other people. Correction, she wasn’t even out doing the heavy lifting on the finding. She was just waiting for other people to find people.
The universe had a wicked sense of humor.
A tight cluster of yellow headlights flickered in the far left of her field of vision and soon grew strong enough to cut through the gray-blue haze of hard-falling snow.
The rescue team was back!
She turned from the frosty glass inset in the polished brass doors of the Silver Pass Lodge to face the ragtag group of employees she’d managed to round up after the mass exodus. Most lodge employees had families they wanted to get to before the blizzard hit, and nearly all the patrons had left too—the ones who hadn’t left were the ones the rescue team was returning with. She hoped.
“Okay, guys, do the things we talked about,” she said—the most order-like order she’d ever given.
Usually, she was the last person to be put in charge of anything, and that was how Ellory liked it. She had less chance of letting people down if they didn’t expect anything from her. It probably highlighted some flaw in her character that the only time she was willing to take on any kind of serious responsibility was when her primary objective was guarding her best friend’s sexy rendezvous time.
Ellory—gatekeeper to the love shack.
She who kept non-emergency situations from disturbing the resort doctor while she got her wild thing on with Jack, aka Number Five.
Pure. Accomplishment.
She watched long enough to see the first staff member break into motion, placing another log on the already blazing fire and opening the damper so the lobby fireplace would roar to life.
Later she could feel guilty for the amount of carbon she was responsible for putting into the atmosphere today. Right now, her heart couldn’t find a balance between the well-being of people around her and the well-being of the planet.
Some lifestyle choices were harder to live with than others.
Those returning would be cold at the very least, and Ellory prayed that was the worst of their afflictions. Cold she could remedy with fire, hot beverages, hot water, and blankets hot from the clothes dryer—even if all those warm things further widened her expanding carbon footprint and left her feeling like a sasquatch. A big, hypocritical, sooty-footed, carbon-belching sasquatch.
And those kinds of thoughts were not helping. She had no room for negativity today. She had a job, she had a plan, she’d see it through and not let anyone down—especially the only one with any faith in her.
One of them should be having wild monkey sex with someone, and as she wasn’t having any she’d defend Mira’s love shack to the last possible minute. Be the stand-in Mira today, and do the very best she could for as long as she could. At least until she knew exactly what Mira would have to deal with when it got to be too much for her to handle.
When she looked back at the headlights, they’d grown close enough for her to count. Six sets, same number as had gone out. Good sign.
She fastened the coat she wore, crammed a knit cap on her head and pushed her hands into her mittens. Her clothes might be ridiculous since she hadn’t yet augmented her wardrobe with Colorado winter wear, and her bottom half might freeze when she went out to meet the team, but at least the places where she kept her important bits—organs, brain—would be warm.
As the snowmobiles rolled to a stop in front of the ornate doors, she took a last deep breath of warm air and pushed out into the raging winter. Wind whipped her gauzy, free-flowing skirt around her legs and made it hard to keep her eyes open. With one hand shielding them from the blast of snowy, frigid air, she counted: ten people, one dog.
Should have been eleven.
Another quick count confirmed that all the six rescuers in orange had made it back, which meant one of the lodge’s patrons was still lost in this storm that was forecast to only get worse.
Oh, no.
She’d have to disturb Mira.
People were already climbing off the snowmobiles, rescuers in their orange suits helping more fashionably dressed and slower-moving guests from the machines.
“How can I help?” she called over the wind, approaching the group.
The large man paused in his task of releasing a big snowy black dog from the cage on the back of his snowmobile, turned and pointed at Ellory. “Get inside now!”
Real yelling? Okay... Maybe it was just to get over the wind.
He unlatched the cage and his canine friend bounded out. The sugar-frosted dog didn’t need to be told where to go. Ellory made it to the outer doors behind the massive canine and opened it for him, then held it for people.
It wasn’t technically a blizzard yet. It was snowing hard, yes, and blowing harder, and of course she was cold, but she wouldn’t freeze to death in the next couple of minutes while she helped in some fashion. And she needed to help. Even if all she could think to do was hold the door.
As the man approached, he lifted his goggles and sent a baleful stare at her, stormier than the weather. With one smooth motion he grabbed Ellory’s elbow and thrust her ahead of him into the breezeway, “That wasn’t a suggestion. Get inside now. You’re not dressed for the weather.”
“I didn’t offer to make snow angels with anyone,” she joked, looking over her shoulder at the angry man as he steered her inside.
Stumbling, she pulled her elbow free and pushed through, intent on getting some space between them.
Good grief. Up close, and without fabric covering the bottom of his face or the goggles concealing his eyes, the fact that he was working some kind of rugged handsome look canceled the effect of winter and made her feel like she was dipped in peppermint wherever she touched him.
Ellory didn’t get those kind of excited feelings for anyone ever, not without really working at it. Must be the cold. And now that she was inside, she had things to do besides tingle and lust after Ole Yeller.
A specific list of things, in fact, to look for when checking these people out.
As the group gathered around the fireplace and the hats and goggles came off, she got a good look at how beaten down they all were. Exhausted. Weak. All of them, both the rescuers and the rescued. But those who didn’t do this for a living, the ones who’d been helpless and still had a missing friend, looked blank. It was the same shell-shocked expression she’d seen on the faces of victims of natural disasters—earthquakes, mudslides, and floods. Being lost in a snowstorm probably counted...
Her people stood around, waiting for her. Follower to leader for one day—no wonder they didn’t know what to do. She was supposed to be leading them. Her list of things had hypothermia at the very top as the most important situation to remedy.
“Okay, guys, we need to help everyone get out of their snow suits and boots. Get the hot blankets on them. And hot beverages. Hot cocoa...” she corrected. Everyone liked cocoa, and it was loaded with calories they no doubt needed after their harrowing day.
While the employees did as she asked, Ellory backtracked to the Angry Dog Man. He seemed much more leader-like than she felt, so he got the questions.
In hushed tones, she asked, “Where is the other one?”
He frowned, his left hand lifting to his right shoulder to grip and squeeze through the thick coat he wore. “The other one tried to get back to the lodge when these four wanted to stay put.”
“South Mine.”
Ellory winced. The terrain around the mines was left rugged on purpose in the hope of discouraging exploration by guests. The mines weren’t safe, and signs announced that, but they could serve as shelter in a pinch. A very dangerous pinch.
“Did you see a trail or any sign of him?” Mira would want to know everything, so she tried to anticipate questions.
“There is a trail, but it’s the one that they followed in. If he’s wise and we’re lucky, he’ll follow it back. There’s still a chance that he’ll make it back to the lodge while we’re out looking for him. If he does, I need you to call on the radio and let me know. It was impossible to take the snowmobiles directly along that trail, but we’re going to go back out and look. We’ll take a quick peek in the mines between here and there, and hit South Mine again in case he went back to where they all were.”
“After the storm?”
“No.” He looked back and called to the group, all of whom had dove into the drinks and stew to fortify themselves. “Ten minutes and then we’re going back out.”
“You can’t!” Ellory said, much louder than she’d intended. She tried again, quieter, calmer than she felt. “The storm is going to get really bad.”
“We have some time.” His voice had a gravelly sound that sent warm sparks over her ears, almost like a touch. That kind of voice would sound crazy sexy in whispers, hot breath on her ear... Raspy and...
“I’m sorry, what did you say? I think I misheard you.” Or hadn’t heard him at all. God, she had to do better than this.
“Are you a doctor?” he repeated.
“No.” It was time for him to figure out she wasn’t important, or capable of handling this.
“Where’s Dr. Dupris?”
She noticed him looking back at the people in front of the fire, all out of their suits now, which meant time for step two.
Ellory spun and headed for the guests, expecting him to follow. “She’s here, but I’m like triage or something. I have a list of things to wake her up for. And we have water heated in case there were any frostbite cases. Also I read that heating the feet would help get the body temperatures up fast. Actually, I have the saunas roaring too if that would help. I just wasn’t sure whether or not that would be a bad thing or a good thing, and it wasn’t in the books. Do you know?” She didn’t stop, just threw the question out and then went on.
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