"What on earth was taking so long? In seven minutes they'd
served only one person. The tables were pushed so close to the people standing in line that she couldn't step to the side to see. She was gridlocked. Danica leaned to the right and peered around the massive shoulder ahead of her just as the owner of that shoulder turned to look out the door. Whack!
He elbowed her right in the nose, knocking Danica's head back.
"Her hand flew to her bloody nose. Ow! Geez! She ducked in pain, covering her face and talking through her hands. "I think you broke my nose." Each word sent pain across her nose and below her eyes.
"I'm so sorry. Let me get you a napkin," a deep, worried voice said. Two patrons rushed over and shoved napkins in her direction...Weren't you looking where--" Danica flipped her unruly, brown hair from her face and opened her eyes. Her venom-filled glare locked on the man who had elbowed her--the most beautiful specimen of a human being she had ever seen. Oh Shit. "I'm...What...?" Come on girl, Get it together. He's probably an egomaniac.
"I'm so sorry." His voice was rich and smooth, laden with concern. A thin blonde grabbed his arm and shoved a napkin into his hand. "Give this to her," she said, blinking her eyelashes in a come-hither way.
"The man held the woman's hand a beat too long. "Thanks," he said. His eyes trailed down the blonde's blouse.
"Really? I'm bleeding over here..."
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Sisters in Love
Book One:
Snow Sisters
By Melissa Foster
Foster's characters many times may remind you of somebody you know. Not necessarily somebody you like or would want to know, but clearly somebody about whom you will have some type of emotionally strong feeling. She writes about the women around this world, what they are doing, what they are feeling. I enjoyed the first book in the new Snow Sisters series. If you enjoy women's fiction, check this one out...
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"Blake Carter listened to the two cougars
whispering about him from behind the ski rack.
He eyed them as he walked toward the front of
the store. The dark-haired one looked vaguely
familiar. The redhead flashed him a smile as he
walked past. He gave her his best over-the-
shoulder glance, holding her gaze. Nice rack,
nice ass. He busied himself behind the counter,
counting up the receipts, glancing up when they
giggled like schoolgirls. He was playing a game,
doing what he knew best. Bur ever since that
woman he'd hurt in the coffee shop noticed him
taking a last glance at the slinky blonde, he had
actually felt bad...
"They're hot for you."
"Blake lifted his eyes to Dave Tuft, his best
friend, business partner, and the best
acroskier he knew. Dave could flip and spin
on a pair of skis as well as Blake could land
women...
"What else is new?"
"Dave shook his head. "So, you goin' for it?
He lifted his eyebrows.
"No, thanks." Blake laughed, wishing the
woman from the cafe had accepted his offer
to buy her a cup of coffee. He could have
made up for the sneak peek at the blonde..."
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Danica certainly had some strong feelings toward the man who had just rammed his elbow in her nose! She was mad!
Until she looked up and saw his face--a face she considered "the most beautiful specimen of a human being she had ever seen."
Then she was mad again. Both at him for looking at another woman while she was hurting... Then at herself because she couldn't forget him!
"She had been a therapist long enough to know what kind of guy eyes another girl while she was tending to a bloody nose that he had caused...She lowered her eyes to avoid looking into his. "I'm fine, really. Just look behind you next time." Not for the first time, Danica wished she had Kaylie's flirting skills and her ability to look past his wandering eyes. She would have had him buying her coffee, a Danish, and breakfast the next morning..."
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Danica knew that she was more professionally inclined while her sister was, frankly, more like the guy who had just rammed her. Wasn't there something in between? Danica enjoyed her role as a psychologist, helping her clients. She had even become a big sister to a young girl which gave her both a giving role and a relationship like no other. Still, she rarely went out on dates or out at all unless it was with her sister and her friends. One of them was soon getting married and all of the group were taking time to discuss plans...
Blake and Dave Tuft had been friends for a long time and had finally gone into business together. Dave was now married, with a son, so that Blake and he rarely got together for their favorite sport acro-skiing. So while they saw each other daily, Blake was free to keep up his role--as a player...
Dave teased Blake a lot but often got serious and suggested he talked to somebody about his life, even giving him the card of a professional he had heard good things about. But they finally made plans to go skiing one evening. When they got there, each was psyched, ready to head for the slopes. But then Dave got a call from home...
"Dave took out his phone. "Wifey calls." He held up one finger to Blake. "Hi, honey. Yeah, we made it. Yup, getting ready right now for our first run." He paused, listening to Sally. "Puty him on." Dave turned his back, then spoke sternly into the phone. "Is what your mother said true? What the hell were you thinking?" Dave paced. "You listen to me. If I come home and--" He stopped walking. "Rusty? Hello? Hello!" He looked at his phone. "Damn it." He shoved the phone in his pocket and, as he made his way through the thick curtain of snow that fell around them, Blake noticed him stabbing his poles into the ground and the fine lines forming around his pinched face.
"Everything okay?" Blake asked.
"Lost connection," he snapped. "Gawddamnit. You wouldn't understand. Let's just go."
"Okay, if you're sure." The last thing Blake wanted to do was listen to the details of an argument. He was itching to get onto the slopes.
"I'm takin' the back." Dave's breath came out in foggy huffs. He pulled his yellow goggles down over his eyes and turned away.
"Whoa, the back? Dave, come on. You know how this goes. Warm up. Then, when you're--" Blake watched Dave stomp, not ski, in the direction of the back side of the mountain. Visibility was already an issue. He pulled his goggles down over his eyes and opened his mouth to call to Dave, but he was nowhere in sight. "Meet you at the bottom," he said to himself..."
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Two best friends had started out to ski together. But something happened. Dave decided to take a different route. He never came back alive...
The loss of Dave hit Blake very hard, especially when his wife called and asked him to come over. Blake didn't know how to deal with his own pain--nor the pain of his best friend's family. What was worse, it started to appear as if Dave had been having a secret life. Dave had never shared one word with Blake! And more, he discovered from his son that Dave had been lying to him...
As things moved on, Blake realized more and more that he wasn't able to deal with everything, so he pulled out the card for the counselor that Dave had once suggested... And surprised himself, as well as Danica, when he showed up for his appointment with the woman whose nose he had once nearly broken...
There is lots more going on in the book involving Danica, her sister, and her "Little Sister..." But nothing had her more in turmoil than deciding whether she could really work with Blake, the beautiful specimen who no longer wanted to be the player that he had become...
Relationships... Aren't they wonderful? Aren't they glorious? And aren't they scary as hell sometime? In my opinion, readers will enjoy Danica's emotional roller-coaster as she deals with the issues she faces and realizing for the first time in her life, she, too, wanted to change in some ways. Could she do it and remain a professional counselor? Enjoy this contemporary, realistic fictional look at today's women! I did and recommend you check it out as well!
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Melissa Foster is an award-winning, International bestselling author. Her books have been recommended by USA Today's book blog, Hagerstown Magazine, The Patriot, and several other print venues. She is the founder of the Women’s Nest, a social and support community for women, the World Literary Café. When she's not writing, Melissa helps authors navigate the publishing industry through her author training programs on Fostering Success. Melissa has been published in Calgary’s Child Magazine, the Huffington Post, and Women Business Owners magazine.
Melissa hosts an annual Aspiring Authors contest for children and has painted and donated several murals to The Hospital for Sick Children in Washington, DC. Melissa lives in Maryland with her family.
