Cozy up to a double dose of winter-themed romantic comedy with two books in one bind-up. Lexi has come up with a master plan to make Cameron break up with her: get him to fall for another girl so she'll be free (and guilt-free, too). But when the plan goes well--too well--Lexi starts to wonder if she hasn't made a terrible mistake. Has she let the perfect guy get away? And is it too late to get him back?
Meanwhile, Hayden and Nick's steamy relationship has ended in a frosty breakup, and now they're just friends. But when they decide to go head-to-head in a boarding contest, the friendly competition gets heated....Will sparks start to fly on and off the slopes?
There are no customer reviews available at this time. Would you like to write a review?
January 03, 2012
Number of Print Pages*
Adobe DRM EPUB
* Number of eBook pages may differ. Click here for more information.
Excerpt from Winter's Kiss by Catherine Hapka
a trick in which a snowboarder reaches across the body and grabs the board while getting air 2. what Hayden needs to fasten, because Nick is about to take her for a ride
At the groan of a door opening, I looked up from my chemistry notebook. I'd been diagramming molecules so I wouldn't have any homework to actually take home. But as I'd stared at the white paper, it had dissolved into a snowy slalom course. The hydrogen and oxygen atoms had transformed into gates for me to snowboard between. My red pen had traced my path, curving back and forth, swish, swish, swish, down the page. I could almost feel the icy wind on my cheeks and smell the pine trees. I couldn't wait to get out of school and head for the mountain.
Until I saw it was Nick coming out the door of Ms. Abernathy's room and into the hall. At six feet tall, he filled the doorway with his model-perfect looks and cocky attitude. He flicked his dark hair out of his eyes with his pinkie, looked down at me, and grinned brilliantly.
My first thought was, Oh no: fuel for the fire. About a month ago, one of my best friends had hooked up with one of Nick's best friends. Then, a few weeks ago, my other best friend and Nick's other best friend had gotten together. It was fate. Nick and I were next, right?
Wrong. Everybody in our class remembered that Nick and I had been a couple four years ago, in seventh grade. They gleefully recalled our breakup and the resulting brouhaha. They watched us now for our entertainment value, dying to know whether we'd go out again. Unfortunately for them, they needed to stick to DVDs and Wii to fill up their spare time. Nick and I weren't going to happen.
My second thought was, Ah, those deep brown eyes.
Maybe snowboarding could wait a little longer, after all.
"Fancy meeting you here, Hoyden." He closed the door behind him, too hard. He must have gotten in trouble for talking again, and Ms. Abernathy had sent him out in the hall.
Join the club. From my seat against the cement block wall of our high school's science wing, I gazed up at him--way, way up, because I was on the floor--and tried my best to glare. The first time he'd called me Hoyden, years ago, I'd sneaked a peek in the dictionary to look up what it meant: a noisy girl. Not exactly flattering. Not exactly a lie, either. But I couldn't let him know I felt flattered that he'd taken the time to look up a word in the dictionary to insult me with. Because that would make me insane, desperate, and in unrequited love.
He slapped his forehead. "Oh, I'm sorry, I meant Hayden. I get confused." He had a way of saying oh so innocently, like he had no idea he'd insulted me. Sometimes new girls bought his act, at least for their first few weeks at our school. They were taken by the idea of hooking up with Nick Krieger, who occasionally was featured in teen heartthrob magazines as the heir to the Krieger Meats and Meat Products fortune. And Nick obliged these girls--for a few dates, until he dumped them.
I knew his pattern all too well. When I'd first moved to Snowfall, Colorado, I had been one of those girls. He'd made me feel like a princess for a whole month. No, better--like a cool, hip teenage girl who dated! The fantasy culminated with one deep kiss shared in the back row of the movie theater with half our English class watching us. It didn't end well, thus the aforementioned brouhaha.
I blinked the stars out of my eyes. "Fancy seeing you here, Ex."
He gave me his smile of sexy confidence, dropped his backpack, and sank to the floor beside me. "What do you think of Davis and Liz?"
My heart had absolutely no reason to skip a beat. He was not asking me out. He was asking me my opinion of my friend Liz and his friend Davis as a couple. That did not necessarily mean he was heeding public opinion that he and I were next to get together. Liz and Davis were a legitimate topic of gossip.
I managed to say breezily, "Oh, they'll get along great until they discuss where to go on a date. Then he'll insist they go where she wants to go. She'll insist they go where he wants to go. They'll end up sitting in her driveway all night, fighting to the death over who can be more thoughtful and polite."
Nick chuckled, a low rumble in his chest. Because he'd sat down so close to me and our arms were touching, sort of, under layers and layers of clothing, I felt the vibration of his voice. But again, my heart had no reason--repeat, no reason--to skip two beats, or possibly three, just because I'd made Nick laugh. He made everybody feel this good about their stupid jokes.
"And what's up with Gavin and Chloe?" he asked next.
"Chloe and Gavin are an accident waiting to happen." I couldn't understand this mismatch between the class president and the class bad boy, and it was a relief finally to voice my concerns, even if it was to Nick. "They're both too strong-willed to make it together long. You watch. They're adorable together now, but before long they'll have an argument that makes our tween-love Armageddon look like a happy childhood memory."
Suddenly it occurred to me that I'd said way too much, and Nick would likely repeat this unflattering characterization to Gavin, who would take it right back to Chloe. I really did hold this opinion of Chloe and Gavin's chances at true love, but I'd never intended to share it! I lost my inhibitions when I looked into Nick's dark eyes, damn him.
I slid my arm around him conspiratorially--not as titillating as it sounds, because his parka was very puffy--and cooed, "But that's just between you and me. I know how good you are at keeping secrets."
He pursed his lips and gazed at me reproachfully for throwing our seventh-grade history in his face, times two. Back then he'd brought our tween-love Armageddon on himself by letting our whole class in on his secret while he kept me in the dark.