Kay Macara had journeyed a long way from her Redondo Beach home in Los Angeles to London to speak at the Earls Court Book Fair as Author of the Day. She was a bit more than nervous about revealing her true identity as Jaid Rumor, the world’s most popular and mysterious erotic romance author. It didn’t help that this trip fell smack dab on the one-year anniversary of her divorce from a real sleaze. Staying at her university friend’s cottage as part of her brief business trip to the U.K., Kay has sworn off all thought of a serious relationship—until she is taken by surprise by old flame, Bryce McKendrick, breaking in on her writer’s solitude. Ten years hasn’t changed her mind; Bryce still seems the womanizing cad.
Set in the semi-rural village of Sunninghill on the periphery of London, this story spotlights the volatile re-acquaintance of two high-powered career people who haven’t seen each other since their relationship ended, less than amicably, ten years prior.
In charge of obtaining celebrity bookings and future programming for BBC 3’s Good Morning Show, Bryce is living a lightening-paced life as the man to know in morning TV and one of London’s most eligible bachelors. Having long been relegated to the occasional wistful smile or cringe of regret, Kay Macara was the last person he’d expected to run into at his best mate’s country cottage. One snowbound weekend, a recalcitrant cat, a wild sled adventure and time stranded together are a recipe for war-- or passion. The problem is that neither one can seem to see what’s right in front of them: they never stopped loving each other.
“Follow me, woman and I’ll show you to the perfect long and gradual hill to have a proper slide.” Grabbing her hand once more, he made a quick detour back to the house to seize the saucer. He wedged it under one arm and held her hand tightly while they headed out into the vacant field across from the neighbor’s cottage.
“I don’t see any good hill, Bryce,” she said in a laughing voice.
“Patience, Katie.” He began to jog with her and sled in tow, to the top of the rise. What had appeared to be just a blip in the horizon of the terrain, was in fact the crest of a long downhill tumble of ground leading to a meandering tree-lined stream. Two more cottages were visible half-mile away, smoke curling from their chimneys, snow hugging them in the midst of a bordering oasis of trees. As they topped the rise, and this pastoral scene spread before them, Kay gasped.
“God, it’s beautiful. Currier and Ives couldn’t have painted anything prettier.”
“I wrapped it up, just for you.” He dropped the sled to the ground, banded his arms around her from behind and lowered them both onto the saucer.
“Whoa…I didn’t say I was ready for this, yet.”
Giving a push with his powerful thighs, they were propelled off the edge of the rise and careened downward towards the stream. Kay screamed as they picked up speed and turned so that she was facing backwards. “Where’s the controls on this thing?” she squealed. He held onto her tightly as they spun in haphazard trajectory down the hill.
“That’s the fun of a saucer. No control,” he screeched in glee.
They struck a mound hidden by snow and flew over it in air, spun around once and plummeted off the saucer in a pile of arms and legs. The saucer, freed from its encumbrance of human cargo, skittered the rest of the way down the hill and plopped into the swift stream. By the time they had stopped roaring in laughter at the shear childish joy of being tossed to the wind and dashed in a tumble, the saucer had spun across the water and gotten caught in a rush of reeds on the opposite side.
Bryce sat on his arse, legs spread, leaning back on his locked arms. He laughed at Kay’s snow tussled hair and petulant grin.
“ No, no…don’t move. I’ll get it’” Kay chided. She pushed herself to standing and stumbled down the hill towards the stream.
Bryce continued to laugh. “It’s not worth the effort, Katie,” he yelled after her. She reached the stretch of ground that leveled out and led to the bank. “No, Katie. Don’t go after it. It’s not safe, love.” His expression and voice turned from humor to concern. He stood and began to negotiate the descent. She plodded toward the edge of the water. “Katie. You can’t tell where the land ends and ice begins” His voice strained to reach her with an edge of escalating urgency. He now took long bounds downhill. “Katie, stop!”
“I’m not a wimp, Bryce. I can do this.” She took two more steps towards the water, turned to look at
Romance Junkies Blue Ribbon Reviews
Celebrating her one year divorce, Kay Macara decided to take a trip to London with the intentions of speaking at a book fair for the purposed Author Day and to spend some much needed time with her friends. Writing as the famous Jade Rumor, erotic novelist, she’s a bit nervous about revealing her true identity to the world. Little does she know though, that’s the least of her worries. Once she gets there, the airport loses her luggage, a blizzard is on its way, and the most gorgeous, tempting man comes back into her life—literally a blast from her past.
Bryce McKendrick broke Kay’s heart ten years ago. He arrives at their mutual friend’s cottage, after hurting himself on his morning run, only to spot Kay in a black panty set and nothing else. Being one of London’s most eligible bachelors, he never suspected Kay’s wistful smile would bring a cringe of regret. Old feelings surface beyond control and Bryce finds himself stranded with this beauty as a snowstorm covers the small village of Sunninghill.
In one snowbound weekend, alone with each other and their mutual friend’s unruly cat, they spend their time enjoying a wild sled ride, as well as the comfort and warmth of each other’s arms. Being together should call for a recipe of disaster…or hot inevitable passion that the two can’t deny, even after ten years spent apart.
What could be a more perfect way to spend a snowbound weekend that with a hot British hunk who is charming and caring at the same time? Christine London delves into the world of her characters like no other author I’ve read. The story is highly sensual, while being tasteful, making SUNNINGHILL SNOW a wonderful read. I look forward to Ms. London’s future works.