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Snow snark with Jake

Hi, snark-hoppers! Today’s tidbit is from Snow on the Mountain. Jake opened the book by rescuing a child from a fall off a ski lift, and the newsies have gotten wind of it. You can tell what Jake thinks of his new heroic status.

So I spent my lunch hour explaining in very little detail about how Todd came to topple and about the rescue, showing distressing tendencies—I was sure it would get edited out—to talk about rock climbing, and mentioning Egon’s role in making the climb possible. The wind was starting to whip up, blowing the needles of snow into Ms. Perky’s unprotected face while I droned on from the warmth of my scarf. She’d get edited out, with that tendril of hair that kept flying across her face to make a lopsided mustache every time she turned to keep the slope and the lift in the background. She’d never make anchorwoman, I thought uncharitably, if she didn’t have the sense to braid her hair for the slopes.

Channel 4 sent Ms. Businesslike, who had dressed sensibly and styled her hair for the wind, and a cameraman. They spotted us before Ms. Perky was finished with me. While waiting their turn, Roy laid out the ground rules, giving me hope that I might get to my hot soup before dark.

“Late again, I see,” Ms. Perky told Ms. Businesslike  as she and her crewman headed out.

“He’ll be more polished, now he’s practiced with you,” she shot back.


Check here at Marie Sexton’s blog for the whole list of authors; we have more folks offering tidbits.

Champagne powder snow, gorgeously groomed slopes, and elegant hotels draw the expert and the wealthy to the exclusive Wapiti Creek Ski Resort, but for Jake Landon and Kurt Carlson, the lure is work. A novice skier, Jake’s been assigned to run the bunny lift, but Kurt’s afraid he’ll be stuck shoveling snow all winter. Instructing at a private ski school should be his dream job, but it brings giggles and sideways glances among their new friends.

All summer, Jake and Kurt were alone in the wilderness. If Jake wanted to stay in the closet, it didn’t matter. Now they have to navigate a relationship in public, where the five-year-old twins who’ve adopted Jake as their ski buddy are as big a nuisance as the ski patroller who has a crush on him. Would-be friends, vicious coworkers, and the perils of the mountain could mean the end for Kurt and Jake, but their biggest danger comes from each other.

Bonus story: Mistletoe on the Mountain

Jake’s agonizing over what to give Kurt for their first Christmas together—he knows what Kurt wants most can’t be gift wrapped.

Find it at Dreamspinner, All Romance eBooks, and Amazon, as well as other fine etailers.

Snarking along with Jude

Welcome to Saturday Snark–Jude Marshall from Prep Work is supplying the tidbit today–this guy is made of snark and it was a challenge to grab just one piece. The story:

Celebrity chef Jude Marshall’s ditched his camera crew for the first time in a month—he’s been eating his way through local cuisines on several continents for his television show. No spider-on-a-stick this trip, thank God. Jude’s exhausted; all he wants on his London layover is a pint of beer and some comfort food. Stumbling into a gastro-pub, Jude instead finds haute cuisine; his grumbles bring him face to face with chef—and fan—Tommy Bell.

When Jude steps into the kitchen to autograph Tommy’s copy of his cookbook, he finds himself lending a hand, and discovers it’s possible to tenderize a hardened heart.

Jude’s just broken the news to Tommy that he can’t stay.

Tommy appeared a moment later, his face utterly shut off, his words brittle. “I’m off to the market, Jude. Have a nice flight.” He locked the door behind us, and without lifting his face for a kiss or any other clue that we might have been intimate in any way, he gave me that “so long, amigo” tip of the head and was gone.

The stairs were steeper coming down. Maybe it was me walking with one foot so far in my mouth it was kicking tonsils.

Once on the street, I took a good long look around — it had been dark when I’d arrived, and only the lights and motion inside had lured me into the pub. Now I looked up at the sign, to see where I’d been. “The Good Man” stood in gold script against a black signboard, but no cheerful bit of folk art or heraldry went with it. No swans, oaks, elephants, castles, harts, gryphons or tradesmen, as might have swung before any other pub, just “The Good Man.” And he was. And I’d hurt him. If anyone painted me a pub sign, it would have had an ass on it.

Jude and Tommy can be found here at Dreamspinner.  Join the rest of the snarkers here (Marie’s blog has the list; it won’t post on mine, darn it) and have a snarky day!

Saturday Snark!

Snow on the Mountain PD Singer coverThis week’s snark comes from Snow on the Mountain, which will be out from Dreamspinner in two weeks.

Kurt’s interviewing at the ski school, and Jake’s come inside where it’s warm.

A tall blond man in ski clothes entered while she was still on the phone and took a seat on her desk, one thigh raised against the edge. He scowled at the closed door, then at me. What? I was just waiting.

“Did Rudi not decide upon Egon?” His words were to her, but his sneer was to me. “Or does he want corn-fed Americans now?”


For more snarkitude from some great authors, check the list at Marie Sexton’s blog.