Sisters in Love (Snow Sisters, Book One: Love in Bloom Series #1)
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Authors: Melissa Foster
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Snow Sisters, Book One
Love in Bloom Series
Melissa Foster
Smashwords Edition, September 2013
ISBN: 9781301097463
Copyright © 2013, Melissa Foster
“A beautiful story about love and self-growth
and finding that balance to happiness. Powerfully written and
riveting from beginning to end.”
--
National bestselling author, Jane
Porter
Copyright © 2013, Melissa Foster
ISBN: 9781301097463
This is a work of fiction. The events and
characters described herein are imaginary and are not intended to
refer to specific places or living persons. The opinions expressed
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SISTERS IN LOVE
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A NOTE TO MY READERS
When I first began writing Danica’s and
Kaylie’s story, I felt like I’d met a group of new friends, and I
knew that they were too special to let go after just one book. In
book three of the
Snow Sisters
you will begin to meet the
Bradens, a family of six hot, wealthy, and lovable siblings. The
Bradens will be joining the Snow sisters in this light, fun, and
sexy series—
Love in Bloom
—and I hope you fall in love with
Danica, Blake, Kaylie, Chaz, the Braden siblings, and all of their
friends, just as I have.
PRAISE FOR MELISSA FOSTER
“
HAVE NO SHAME is a powerful testimony to
love and the progressive, logical evolution of social
consciousness, with an outcome that readers will find
engrossing, unexpected, and ultimately eye-opening.”
Midwest Book Review
"TRACES OF KARA is psychological suspense at
its best, weaving a tight-knit plot, unrelenting action, and
tense moments that don't let up, and ending in a fiery,
unpredictable revelation."
Midwest Book Review
“
[MEGAN’S WAY] A wonderful, warm, and
thought-provoking story...a deep and moving book that speaks to men
as well as women, and I urge you all to put it on your reading
list."
Mensa Bulletin
“
CHASING AMANDA – the MUST READ THRILLER
OF 2011. Intelligent, entrancing, luminous.”
Author Dean Mayes
“
COME BACK TO ME is a hauntingly beautiful
love story set against the backdrop of betrayal in a broken
world.”
Bestselling Author, Sue Harrison
For my husband, who understands when I fall
in love with my fictional characters
Table of Contents
The line in the café went all the way to the
door. Danica Snow wished she hadn’t taken her sister Kaylie’s phone
call before getting her morning coffee. Living in an overcrowded
tourist town could be a major inconvenience, but Danica loved that
she could walk from her condo to her office, see a movie, have
dinner, or even stop at a bookstore without ever sitting in a car.
Every minute counted when you lived in Allure, Colorado, host to an
odd mix of hippie and yuppie tourists in equal numbers. The ski
slopes brought them in the winter, while art shows drew them in the
summer. There was never a break. Every suit and Rasta child in town
was standing right in front of her, waiting for their coffee or
latte, and the guy ahead of her had shoulders so wide she couldn’t
easily see around him. Danica tapped the toe of her efficient and
comfortable Nine West heels, growing more impatient by the
second.
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.
“Are you okay?” an older woman asked.
Tears sprang from the corners of Danica’s
closed eyes.
Damn it
. Her entire day would now run late and
she probably looked like a red-nosed, crying idiot. “This hurts so
bad. 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.
He turned toward Danica and handed her the
napkin. His eyes were green and yellow, like field grass. His
eyebrows drew together in a serious gaze, and Danica thought that
maybe she’d been too quick to judge—until he stole a glance at the
blonde as she walked out of the café.
Asshole
. She felt the heat of anger
spread up her chest and neck, along her cheeks, to the ridge of her
high cheekbones. She snagged the napkin from his hand and wiped her
throbbing nose. “It’s okay. I’m fine,” she lied. She could smell
the minty freshness of his breath, and she wondered what it might
taste like. Danica was not one to swoon—that was Kaylie’s job.
Get a grip
.
“Can I at least buy you a coffee?” He ran his
hand through his thick, dark hair.
Yes!
“No, thank you. It’s okay.” 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. Danica fumbled for her purse, which she’d dropped when she
was hit. 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.
Danica was so confused, she wasn’t even sure
what she wanted. She chanced another glance up at him. He was
looking at her features so intently that she felt as though he were
drinking her in, memorizing her. His eyes trailed slowly from hers,
lowered to her nose, to her lips, and then settled on the beauty
mark that she’d been self-conscious of her entire life. She felt
like a Cindy Crawford wannabe. Danica pursed her lips. “Are you
done?” she asked.
He blinked with the innocence of a young boy,
clueless to her annoyance, which was in stark contrast to his
confident, manly presence. He stood almost a foot taller than
Danica’s impressive five foot seven stature. His chest muscles
bulged beneath his way-too-small shirt, dark curls poking through
the neckline.
He probably bought it that way on purpose
. She
glanced down and tried not to notice his muscular thighs straining
against his stonewashed denim jeans. Danica swallowed hard. All the
air suddenly left her lungs. He was touching her shoulder,
squinting, evaluating her face.
“I’m sorry. I was just making sure it didn’t
look broken, which it doesn’t. I’m sure it’s painful.”
She couldn’t think past the heat of his hand,
the breadth of it engulfing her shoulder. “It’s okay,” she managed,
hating herself for being lost in his touch when he was clearly
someone who ate women for breakfast. She checked her watch. She had
three minutes to get her coffee and get back to her office before
her next client showed up.
Belinda. She’d love this guy.
The line progressed, and Adonis waved as he
left the café. Danica reached into her purse to pay for her French
vanilla coffee and found herself taking a last glance at him as he
passed the front window.
The young barista pushed Danica’s money away.
“No need, hon. Blake paid for yours.” She smiled, lifting her
eyebrows.
“He did?”
Blake
.
“Yeah, he’s really sweet.” The barista leaned
over the cash register. “Even if he is a player.”
Aha! I knew it.
Danica thrust her
shoulders back, feeling smart for resisting temptation.
Danica sat across from Belinda Trenton,
desperately trying to focus on her client’s latest issue instead of
the pain she felt every time she sniffled or blinked. It hurt, but
her nose hadn’t blossomed into a swollen mess, so she was pretty
sure it wasn’t broken. Belinda chewed gum like a cow chews its cud.
Her eyeliner was reminiscent of Madonna’s style from the eighties.
Her dark hair was long and thick, pinned up in the very front with
a petite barrette, leaving sexy tendrils hanging past her
silver-rimmed glasses. She looked like a vixen librarian. The tops
of her breasts plumped out of the low-cut T-shirt she wore, and her
black skinny jeans looked more like a second skin than a layer of
clothing. She bounced her stiletto heels as she spoke.
Blake
would love you
, Danica thought, before quickly chiding herself
for being snarky
.
