Today, we have the blog tour for Carrie Quest’s DROPPING IN! Check it—and the free prequel—out today and grab your copy!
Title: Dropping In
Series: A Snow-Crossed Lovers Novel
Release Date: February 8th
About Dropping In:Natalie Berensen has one short summer to ace her writing class and convince her parents she’s not a hopeless screw-up. No more changing her major once a month, taking time off to travel, or random friends-with-benefits. She doesn’t have time for distractions or hook-ups, not even if her longtime crush is in town for the summer and living in her basement. Who cares if he’s a snowboarding god with six pack abs and a hashtag devoted to his apparently magical penis? She’s not interested.
Until she is.
Ben Easton’s focus and self-discipline is legendary. He’s built a career as a professional snowboarder by training harder than anyone else on the mountain and steering clear of anything that doesn’t take him one step closer to his goal: Olympic gold. Then his best friend crashes in the half-pipe and Ben drops everything to take care of him. No more training. No more competitions. No more snowboarding. It’s over.
He’s back in Boulder to help with Adam’s rehab, not fool around with his little sister’s best friend, no matter how much he loves her laugh or the way her ass looks when she walks up the stairs. There’s no way in hell he’s going anywhere near Natalie.
Until he does.
Contains: a grumpy guard cat with a taste for blood, discussions of Ents as phallic symbols, and plenty of sexy times.
Title: Bailing Out
Series: A Snow-Crossed Lovers Novella
About Bailing Out:Gabriel Power came to Sochi with two goals: win a medal and track down his ex-girlfriend so he can finally explain the truth about the scandal that came between them. Once that’s done, he’s going to disappear. Snowboarding’s bad boy is tired of the phony photo ops set up by his media mogul father. Getting hounded by reporters and pretending to date supermodels while running errands for Power News cost him the only girl he’s ever loved, and now it’s time to walk away.
Quitting his father will be easy. Bailing on snowboarding will be slightly harder. Getting Belle to forgive him may be impossible, but he has to try.
Isabelle Garland’s Olympic dream died the night a drunk driver plowed into her car and crushed her leg. Sochi was supposed to be her moment of glory, but instead she’s limping around the Village trying to dodge the snowboarder who broke her heart and avoid the interviews her pushy sister-slash-manager insists are vital for building her brand. Belle doesn’t want a brand, she wants a life. Preferably one far away from the rude reporters who keep trying to get America’s Skating Sweetheart to cry on camera by asking how it feels when
your entire life is snatched away in an instant.
(Spoiler: it feels like s***. Also, she’s more snark than sweet these days.)
When she runs into Gabe in the basement of her hotel, Belle’s first instinct is to flee. Too bad they’re trapped in a freezing storage room together with no way out and only their chemistry to keep them warm…
Title: Wiping Out
Series: A Snow-Crossed Lovers Novel
Release Date: March 8th
About Wiping Out:Piper Easton is a fixer. As a teenager she took over running the house when her mom got sick, and when her snowboarder brother was injured, she found the top knee guru in town and finagled a same-day appointment. She’s got an exclusive internship lined up in Europe and she’ll be leaving as soon as she watches her brother Ben win a gold medal. She just has to clean up one last mess: the way her stupid heart jumps whenever her ex-boyfriend appears. She and Adam are friends now, that’s it. That’s all they can ever be.
But maybe a few benefits aren’t out of the question. Just until their trip to the Olympics finishes and they both go their separate ways. Surely the problem will be fixed by then.
Adam Westlake had two true loves: snowboarding and Piper Easton. He lost them both and now he’s broken. The scars from where they cut his skull open are no longer visible, but the traumatic brain injury means it isn’t safe for him to ride again and he hasn’t spoken to Piper in eighteen months. Not since he got out of the hospital and fled Colorado, terrified he wouldn’t be able to resist strapping on his board when the snow started falling. He’s been chasing summer around the world ever since, until a lucrative offer to report on the Olympics brings him home to face all the temptations he left behind.
He might be able to summon the willpower to stay off the mountain, but Piper?
Contains: sex as an Olympic sport, dirty dancing while wearing eye goggles, ninety-nine penis balloons, and a blowjob rudely interrupted by a devil in feline form.
He drops his hand and puts both palms on the top of the dresser, caging me in. His hard chest brushes against my breasts, which feel heavy and achy, my nipples standing at attention and begging for his touch. I want to jump up on this dresser, wrap my legs around his waist, and pull him closer until all of his hot, hard body is pressed against me.
“You okay?” he whispers.
“Yeah,” I sigh, forcing my eyes back to his. They’re molten, full of desire and a hint of doubt, and I know that there must be a cavalcade of questions riding roughshod over his brain as well. We stare at each other for a moment, and I’m about a millisecond away from flicking my tongue out to lick the red line on his bottom lip, when he sighs and moves back.
“We should probably get out there before there’s another Brody/Tom/Fireman rescue situation,” he says.
I nod and lean forward, skimming my lips over his cheek in an almost-kiss that’s close enough for me to feel his evening stubble but not quite touch his skin. His hands clench the dresser on either side of my hips and the muscles in his forearms are corded tight. I look lower and stifle a moan when I see the hard ridge of his erection trying to push its way out of his jeans.
“Let’s go,” I whisper in his ear.
He groans, and I feel his heart pounding and the hot pants of his breath on my neck.
My blood pumps furiously, keeping rhythm with the chant of kiss me, kiss me, kiss me that’s running through my mind. This is reckless, I know it is, but it feels so good to let go. For the last year I’ve been constantly second guessing myself, doubting my choices, weighing every possible consequence and outcome before daring to make a move. Dealing with my parents, my writing, and the uncertainty of the future has paralyzed me. I’ve forgotten how to listen to my body, and now it’s roaring for some satisfaction and relief.
His hands grip my hips and I hold my breath, waiting for him to yank me closer.
But instead, he lifts me up to the dresser and backs away, scrubbing his hands over his face.
“You okay to head out first?” he asks.
I resist the urge to scream “Why me, God?” and shake my fist at the night sky. Barely. Instead, I climb out the open window onto the flat roof over the front porch and pull in a few deep breaths of the cool night air. When I look back inside, Ben is staring at the floor, hands fisted at his hips and a furious look on his face. He’d better not be pissed off at me for flirting, especially after the way he was all over me at the bar.
“You coming?” I call out.
He looks up and his dimple pops out on a grin. “Two minutes. I’m gonna get another drink, maybe stick my dick in the freezer.”
A laugh bubbles out of me, equal parts surprise, relief, and happiness. I’ve known since I saw him that Ben was hot, and hearing Piper’s stories let me know he was a decent guy, but the way we laugh together is something I’ve never experienced with a guy before.
It’s addictive. Maybe even more magical than his penis.