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Castle Mountain Lodge
High in the majestic Rockies, Castle Mountain Lodge is more than just a getaway—it’s where hearts come together. Whether it’s the serenity of a sunrise hike or the intimacy of a fireside evening, welcom to the Lodge is where sparks fly and hearts find their way home.

The Springs
Discover the magic of Cedar Springs. Tucked away in a mountain valley with a pristine lake, ski slopes just around the corner, and a luxurious new resort opening, The Springs is the perfect place for love to bloom—passionate, heartwarming, and happily ever after.

The McCormicks
A decade away hasn't erased the memories, and when the McCormick siblings return to the mountain town of their childhood, familiar faces, fresh romance and family bonds create an unexpected path to love.

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💕Excerpt from Unexpected Gifts 💕

Andi looked up at Colin as they walked into the clearing. “Okay, this is over the top Christmasy.” The fire was roaring and situated among the pine trees. Picnic tables had been cleared of snow and were clustered at one end of the fire. They held thermoses of hot chocolate, apple cider, and an array of snacks and toppings for the drinks. Log benches encircled the fire, occupied by adults and children alike. A man playing the guitar sat on a log, strumming carols that the group was singing along to as they sipped their drinks.

“You’ll enjoy it, I promise,” Colin said and squeezed her hand again.

Every time he did that, it sent a thrill through her. She loved the feel of his hand in hers. It felt like it belonged there. She would happily hold his hand all day. And if that meant going along with his crazy plan to convert her into a fan of the holidays, she’d go with it. The time she’d spent with Colin had been the most enjoyable she’d had in a while and she wasn’t in a hurry to stop it


💕Excerpt from Love in the Moment 💕

"Do you dance?"

“Of course I dance.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet. “Let me show you.”

Ian easily spun her into a twirl and caught her with a hand on her waist. It felt good to be in his arms, letting him lead her around the hardwood floor to the upbeat country song. They fit together perfectly and they pulled off every turn and dip with ease. When the song switched to a ballad, Gwen turned to return the table and her dinner, but Ian pulled her close and immediately all thoughts of her salad disappeared.

“You dance very well.” He slipped one hand up her back; the other sat low, holding her close to him while they moved slowly in time to the music. “You’re a natural.”

“I have a good partner.” She looked up at him and smiled.

“I think it’s me who has the good partner.” He tracked one finger down her cheek to lift her chin up to him. “Correction.” He moved his mouth closer to hers. “I have an amazing partner.”

When his lips touched hers, it was electric. Gwen didn’t know how it could be possible, but every time they came together, their kisses just got more and more intense. His hand moved to cup her cheek as his tongue slipped between her lips, opening her to him.

What started as a soft kiss quickly turned to one of need. A sound somewhere between a growl and a sigh came from inside her as a knot of desire that had been tied far too tightly in the pit of her stomach began to unwind. Her hands moved as if they had their own mind, pulling him closer. Their bodies were pressed so tightly together, she could feel every hard line of him, every twitch of muscle in his chest.

“I’m not sure we’re dancing anymore.”

 

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Look Inside: Unexpected Gifts

Chapter One —Unexpected Gifts

December 21
Unable to take one more second, Andi Williams spun around and hit the power button on the stereo. Bing Crosby’s Winter Wonderland cut off mid-wonder and blissful silence filled the space. 
Her best friend and business partner, Eva, appeared from the storage room wearing antlers and holding two hats: a Santa in one hand, an elf in the other. She glanced at the mute stereo and shot Andi a look. “Which do you think?” she asked and held up the hats.
“Go with the reindeer,” she said. “Santa is overdone and if you dress as an elf, people might get the wrong idea about Santa’s little helper.” With Eva’s tall, curvy body, pretty much anything she wore gave men the wrong idea. 
“It’s a party for the Senior Mens’ curling team.” Eva tossed the other two hats behind her onto a shelf and moved over to the stereo, flicking it on again.
Party Hearty, their event planning business, was stuffed into a tiny office, with barely enough room for their desks and a couch for client meetings. Despite the small space, Eva felt it was crucial to maintain a festive atmosphere for potential clients, which, in her opinion, meant carols on repeat play and the overpowering scent of cinnamon and apple spice. For Andi, it was less festive and more like torture to be constantly surrounded by a reminder of the holidays.
“Definitely the reindeer then,” Andi said, trying her best to ignore the music. “When did we get the curling team? I don’t remember it in the books.”
Andi was in charge of bookings and most of the business side for Party Hearty, but this year, the holiday season had been their busiest ever. She’d be relieved when it was over. It’s not that Andi was dreading the holiday season because it meant working late into the night, or juggling schedules, or even trying to find enough staff to work each party; no, it was because Christmas this year represented everything Andi was supposed to have, and didn’t.
“It was a last-minute thing,” Eva said. “They called yesterday and the party’s this Saturday. Short notice, means lots of extra cash. Plus, it’s a no-brainer. I already have the girls working out the details.” 
The ‘girls’ were the two college students Andi had hired at the beginning of November. They’d been a blessing and naturals at the party business, as college students usually were. Regardless, their presence meant Andi could stay in the office and as far away from the actual parties as possible. Exactly where she wanted to be. 
“What’s in the bags?” Eva asked and pointed to the pile of packages stacked next to Andi’s desk. “Don’t tell me you have presents in there? I thought you hated Christmas?” 
Andi sighed and rolled her eyes. “It’s not that I hate Christmas...”
“Whatever you say.” 
“I got the boys their gifts,” Andi said. “Watching my little brothers open their presents is going to be the only saving grace to this stupid holiday.” She flopped backwards, sinking into her leather chair. Her desk was organized into neat piles of invoices, to-do lists, and a growing stack of unopened Christmas cards and invitations. Andi moved a magazine so it was covering the envelopes. “Three is the perfect age for this stuff. And when they see the drums I got them, they’re going to go crazy.” Andi flashed a wicked smile. 
“Your dad is going to kill you,” Eva said.
“It’s his own fault for having twins at his age. Besides, isn’t that my job as the older half-sister?”
Eva didn’t answer her. Instead, she tossed a thick, red envelope on her desk. “This came for you today.”
Andi knew what it was before she even turned it over to read the calligraphy on the front. The invitation to the Porter’s Annual Night Before, The Night Before, Christmas Party. Her stomach churned and for a brief, terrifying moment she thought she might throw up on her desk, right on top of the offending envelope in all its glossy, card stock weighted glory. 
Why did they send her an invitation this year? They had to know she wouldn’t go. How could she show her face in a room filled with her ex’s family and friends? Why would she want to? 
“Damn, I should have recycled it,” Eva said. She appeared in front of Andi, her face creased with concern. “I’m sorry. I knew I shouldn’t have given it to you. Do you need a drink? I can get you a bottle of water. I think we might even have some wine in the back. I can get you what—“
“I’m fine.” Andi took a deep breath and sat up straight. The only way to make it was to fake it, so she slapped both hands on her desk and stood. “Now,” she said. “What needs to be done?” 
Eva stared at Andi as if she’d spontaneously grown a horn out of her forehead. 
“What?” Andi asked. “We have parties to plan, don’t we? After all, that is what people pay us to do, right?” She walked as she spoke, moving to the wall where they kept clipboards for each event.
“Andi, it’s okay.”
“What’s okay?” She flipped through the pages, not seeing any of the lists. 
“Sit.” Eva pushed a chair towards her.
“I’m fine.”
“Sit,” she said again. This time there was enough force behind her voice that Andi stopped and looked at her friend. “It’s okay,” she said softly.
“I can’t do this,” Andi whispered. She could feel the tears building in the corners of her eyes and she hated herself for them. She’d promised herself months ago that she wouldn’t cry. Tears didn’t do any good. They never had. “I don’t think I can do this.”
“You don’t have to go to the party.”
“No,” she said and waved her arms around the room. “I can’t do this. Any of this. Christmas. The holidays. The happy, cheerful people. The kids singing carols and eating candy. Santa. Gingerbread. Any of it. Christmas is for families.”
“You have a family,” Eva said gently. 
“You know what I mean.” Andi grabbed a tissue and dabbed her eyes before the tears could leak out. 
“I know,” Eva said. She pulled a chair next to her friend and held her hand tight. “Andi, you will have a family. It wasn’t—“
“Don’t you dare say it wasn’t meant to be.” She snatched her hand away. For the last eight months—since her daughter had been stillborn—Andi had heard those words too much. They were what people said when they didn’t know what else to say. They were the words uttered by those who couldn’t handle seeing her in pain and thought she should just get over it. How did you get over losing a baby? How could you ever get over pain like that? 
“I wasn’t going to say that,” Eva said. “I was going to say…okay, I was going to say that. But only because Blaine wasn’t right for you, not because of anything else. He’s a total jerk and he should’ve stood by you. What kind of guy takes off after something like that? I mean—“
“Please.” Andi held her hand up to stop her friend’s tirade. Eva had never liked Blaine. From the moment they’d been introduced, she’d declared him a pretty boy who was too into himself and his career. She never understood what Andi saw in him. She didn’t see the tender side of Blaine that Andi did. The way they used to talk for hours about the future, how he used to encourage Andi to make Party Hearty bigger, to expand and become the biggest party planning firm in Calgary. And when Andi was pregnant with their child, how he’d sit for hours with his hand on her belly, talking to the baby and poring through name books with her. They’d talked about getting married after finding out they were expecting, and there wasn’t a doubt in Andi’s mind that it would be perfect. Until it wasn’t.
“Can we talk about something else?” Andi said. “Are you sure you don’t need me for any of the parties next week?” 
Eva scooted her chair back to her own desk and grabbed her planner. “You know I don’t,” she said. “They’re all taken care of. We have that charity ball on the twenty-third and then the Anderson gig on Boxing Day. I have the girls lined up. We’re good to go.”
“Really, Eva, I don’t mind being there if you need me.”
“I don’t need you,” she said with a grin. “Besides, you’d be miserable acting like you were full of festive joy. No offense, but you’re not really very good at pretending.”
“None taken,” she mumbled. 
“You know, if you really don’t want to be around, we got a promo invite from the Castle Mountain Lodge for a villa. You can use it.”
The Castle Mountain Lodge was only two hours from the city, but it might as well have been a world away. Nestled in the mountains, the Lodge had a reputation as a mountain hideaway far away from the rest of the world. It would be the perfect place to escape to. The thought of hiding away in the forest, reading a good book in front of a crackling fire until the holidays were over, did have its appeal.
“For when?” Andi asked.
“It’s actually good through to the twenty-sixth. You can hide from the whole holiday.” Eva dug in a pile on her desk. Producing the invitation, she tossed it to Andi. “But I thought you were spending Christmas with your dad? Didn’t you say, and I quote, ‘watching my little brothers open their presents is going to be the only saving grace to this stupid holiday’?”
Andi smiled at the thought of her twin brothers. They were busy, full of mischief and fun, but best of all they adored their half-sister, which made their mother, who was only three years older than Andi herself, miserable. She’d give up the dream of hiding at the Lodge, but only for them.
“It’s true,” she said. “I’ll tolerate Roxanne and her awful cooking to see the boys. Maybe I can pretend that we’re all one big happy family and it won’t be so bad.”
Eva smiled, but before she could say anything, the phone rang. Eva answered with a jingle in her voice, “Good afternoon. It’s a happy holiday season at Party Hearty.”
Andi rolled her eyes and turned back to the piles on her desk. 
“Yes, Mr. Williams, she’s right here. Let me put you through.”
Eva pressed the button to put him on hold and said, “Speak of the devil. He’s on line one. I’ll be in the storage room if you need me. I think I’m going to need some mistletoe for the curlers.” 
Andi laughed along with her and was still laughing when she picked up the phone. “Hi, Dad.”
“Hi, sugar. How’s work today? Are you girls busy over there?”
Leave it to Dad to put business first. 
“Very,” she said. “’Tis the season and all that. What’s up?”
There was a silence on the line and in that instant, Andi knew she wasn’t going to like what she heard. 
“Well,” he said after a moment. “I’m afraid I don’t have very good news. I know you were looking forward to a family Christmas this year.”
‘Looking forward to’, weren’t really the words she would have chosen. More like “‘would tolerate’”.
“But plans have changed,” Andi’s dad was still talking. 
“What do you mean, plans have changed? Christmas is in five days.”
“That’s just it. Roxanne decided she’d like to go to Disney World this year and the boys are at a good age for the Magic Kingdom and she found a great last-minute deal and—“
“Wait,” Andi stopped him. “Did I hear you right? You’re ditching me, your only daughter, to spend the holidays with Mickey Mouse?” Andi’s chest tightened and she took a sip of water.
“We leave tonight.”
“I’ve never been to Disney.”
“Did you want to come?” 
“You know I don’t.”
“We’ll be back for New Year’s, if you want to come over then?”
The only thing more pathetic than the prospect of spending Christmas alone, was the idea of spending New Year’s Eve with her father and his child bride. 
“No thanks,” she said. 
“What about your mother?”
“She’s on a cruise with Val,” Andi said. “I told you that.” And she had, but he’d likely blocked it from his memory, as he did with any reminder that his first wife had left him for another woman.
“Well, you’re always saying how busy you are at this time of the year and—”
“Don’t worry, Dad. I’ll be fine,” she muttered. “Merry Christmas.”
She hung up before he could return her well wishes. She didn’t want to hear them. 
“Eva,” she called in to the back room. “Where did you put that promo invite for Castle Mountain Lodge?”


Chapter Two
December 22


Colin Hartford steered his four-wheel drive up the windy road leading to the Castle Mountain Lodge. His tires crunched on the freshly fallen snow. The plows couldn’t keep up with the thick white stuff covering the roads and Colin was pretty sure they’d given up on trying to keep the roads clear. He hadn’t seen one in over an hour. The weather forecast had said it would be a white Christmas, but they hadn’t said anything about a blizzard. It took all his concentration to navigate the icy roads. Combined with the low visibility, the dense pines on both sides of the road gave him the sense that he was driving farther and farther into the middle of nowhere. But Rose, his grandmotherly assistant, had assured him that the Lodge had full resort facilities. Plus, Rose had promised it was famous for the grand holiday festivities it put on. It was perfect for his first Christmas back in Canada. 
He’d had enough of beaches and hot sun to ring in the holidays. Colin craved some old-fashioned carols, ice skating, gingerbread houses and lots of snow. Five years away was enough to make him miss the cold weather. It didn’t matter what anyone said; Christmas without snow was just wrong. 
After a few minutes of steady climbing up the steep mountain road, the trees began to thin, and soon they were covered in white and red lights, illuminating the drive as the sun began to set. Like a candy cane lane, Colin thought with excitement. He couldn’t keep the grin off his face but he fought the urge to accelerate. He couldn’t wait to start experiencing everything the season had to offer, but he didn’t think digging the Jeep out of a snow drift was a good way to start. 
Even driving slowly, it didn’t take long before buildings and cabins came into view. They were all joined by interconnected pathways, loosely arranged around a large pond and common area. The main lodge served as the focus of the tiny village, placed at the far end of the pond. The Lodge was impressive. Certainly a lot nicer than the hotels Colin had been living out of in the Caribbean for the last few years. 
He pulled up to the main entrance, where a valet opened his door. 
“Good evening, sir,” the valet said. “Welcome to Castle Mountain Lodge.”
“Thank you.” Colin unfolded his large frame from the vehicle and grabbed his bag out of the back. A bellboy appeared, but Colin waved him away. “This is it, really,” he said, gesturing to his duffle. 
“Carmen at the desk will get you settled, and I’ll take care of your car. Enjoy your stay, sir. And Merry Christmas.”
Colin smiled. It would be a merry Christmas. He looked around through the falling snow at the trees and took a deep breath of mountain air. How could it not be when this beauty surrounded him? 
The main doors opened up to a majestic three-story room. Exposed timbers framed the walls and vaulted ceiling. Colin moved through the lobby, taking in the rustic holiday atmosphere. There were fresh pine boughs draped around the banisters leading to the upper stories and a smell of spice and cinnamon filled the air. Before heading to the check-in desk, he stopped to admire a massive tree decorated with oversized white pine cones, holly berries, and strands of popcorn that stood in the center of the lobby. A fire crackled in the large river rock hearth across the room and a piano player filled the space with the soft sounds of carols. 
Colin stood for a moment taking it all in. It was just as Rose promised. A scene right out of a movie, or one of those home and style magazines she was always reading. Eager to get checked in and start participating in some festive activities, he found the front desk and spotted a woman standing behind it with Carmen on her name tag. She was madly typing something into her computer and repeatedly running her hands through her hair. As Colin got closer, he could hear her apologizing to a petite dark-haired woman in front of him at the desk. 
“I’m so sorry, Ms Williams,” Carmen said. “I wish there was more that I could do.”
“But you sent us the invitation,” the woman said. “How can you not have a room for me, when you sent it?” 
There was something about her voice that was familiar. But that was impossible. He barely knew anyone in Canada anymore; he’d been gone so long.
“I’m so sorry,” Carmen said again. “We did have the room but the invitation was sent a few weeks ago and we expected that since we didn’t hear from you or your company, you would be declining the offer. I can offer you and your company another complimentary stay as well as some dinner vouchers for the restaurant.”
The woman, her back still to Colin, shook her head. “Is there anywhere else nearby?”
“There’s a bed and breakfast about twenty miles down the mountain. I could call them to see if they have a room?”
It was a blizzard out there. If the highways weren’t already closed, they would be soon. Colin was about to say so, but Carmen was still talking.
“We usually keep a few extra rooms open,” Carmen said, as she reached for the phone, “just in case of a situation like this, but with the holiday season upon us…well, we did have one villa available, but it was booked last minute. Just yesterday in fact.”
Rose had made his reservation only yesterday, Colin thought. She hadn’t told him she’d secured him a villa. He made a mental note to talk to her about excessive spending.
“What am I supposed to do now?” the woman said. 
“Ms Williams, I can’t tell you how sorry we are about the mix-up. Let me make the call for you.”
The woman waved her hand. “No, it’s fine,” she said, and turned around so quickly, she almost smacked right into Colin’s chest and for the first time, he saw her face. She was stunning. And very familiar. It wasn’t just her voice. He knew this woman. She swiped her black hair away from her eyes with a quick, angry wipe. Her dark eyes contrasted sharply against her pale skin, and if he hadn’t been eavesdropping, Colin might have missed the unshed tears that glistened in the corners.
“Do I know you?” he asked, before she could move past him. 
The woman stopped short and looked up at him. He watched as a flash of recognition crossed her face, but then her eyes narrowed and she said, “No. I don’t think so.”
Colin stared at her for a moment. He was sure he knew her. Someone from high school maybe? 
“Did you go to Mountain View High?” he asked.
“No,” she said and turned away again. While he watched, she pulled her hair off her face into a ponytail. When she turned back, Colin’s memory clicked into place. 
Blaine Porter’s girlfriend. He’d known Blaine since grade school, and even though they’d ended up more as rivals than friends over the years, they occasionally ran into each other. When Blaine had called to tell Colin he was visiting St. Lucia with his girlfriend last year, Colin had hooked up with the couple for dinner and drinks. It had only been one evening, and it was awhile ago, but there was no doubt that’s why she looked so familiar.
“Wait,” Colin said. “I do know you.” 
The look that crossed over her face left no room for doubt that she knew him too. 
“Blaine’s girlfriend,” he said. “St. Lucia. Remember?”
“I remember.” 
Colin looked around the room. “It’s Andi, right? Is Blaine here with you? I haven’t—“
The look on her face stopped him. 
“He’s not here,” she said. Her voice was soft, but hard. Evidently it had been too long since he’d caught up with Blaine. 
“The two of you aren’t together anymore?“
Her silence and the hard look in her eyes was the only answer he needed.
“I should get going before it gets too late.” Andi turned and moved to leave but before she could get away, Colin reached out and grabbed her arm. 
“Wait,” he said. “You can’t go out in that.”
She turned to look out the picture windows, where the outside lights illuminated the increasing snowdrifts, and the snow still fell from the sky.
“What am I going to do now?” She didn’t speak to Colin directly, but he could tell she was near tears.
“Excuse me,” Colin said, turning to Carmen. “How big are these villas?”
“I’m sorry, sir?”
“The villas,” he said, and glanced back at the woman who was watching the exchange. “I believe my assistant booked me a villa yesterday, and I really don’t need that much space.”
Carmen straightened behind the desk and clicked some keys on her computer. “What was your name, Sir?”
“Hartford. Colin Hartford,” he said, his eyes still on the woman next to him. She didn’t say anything. 
“Yes,” Carmen said. “You are registered in a villa. They’re really quite large. Twelve hundred square feet. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a small kitchen.”
Colin turned to Andi who still hadn’t said anything. “I know this seems strange, but we do kind of know each other and you really have no place to stay. Would you consider taking a room? It’s snowing really hard out there, and I can’t in good conscience let you drive back down the mountain tonight.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could, Carmen interrupted. “That’s a very generous offer, Mr. Hartford, but—“
“Let her answer,” he said and turned back to Andi. 
She cleared her throat and said, “I don’t know. I—“
“I would suggest that you call Blaine for a character reference,” he said. “But something tells me that wouldn’t work in my favor and I honestly can’t be sure he’d give me a glowing report either. So what about the fact that I haven’t seen or spoken to him in over a year? Does that help?”
Andi smiled again. “Actually, it does.”
“See? I really am a good guy. Even if I didn’t choose my childhood friends very well.”
That made her smile again but before she could say anything, the main doors opened and the doorman rushed into the lobby in a blast of snow and icy air. “It’s nasty out there,” he said. “You folks are lucky you got here when you did. We just heard over the radio that the highway has been closed.” He rubbed his hands together and blew on them to warm up. 
Andi looked past the doorman, out to the building blizzard outside. With a sigh, she turned to Colin, and said, “Well, being friends with Blaine is certainly not a ringing endorsement, but it doesn’t look like I have a lot of options.”
“Ms Williams,” Carmen said, “we could offer you a couch in the lobby, or maybe even in the staff quarters.”
Both Colin and Andi turned to stare at Carmen. 
“Or,” Colin said slowly, “you can take one of my extra rooms. I swear, I’m perfectly normal. And it has to be more comfortable than a couch somewhere.”
“I’ll admit, an extra room sounds a lot better than sleeping on a couch,” Andi said to Carmen before turning to Colin. “And from what I remember about you in St. Lucia, you’re fairly normal. Even though I’m not sure ordering flying fish off the menu is all that normal.”
“You remember?”
She shrugged. 
“So, I’ll take that as a yes?” Colin asked. “And I promise, I’m not a crazy axe murderer or anything.” He swung his duffle around so she could see it. “See? An ax wouldn’t fit.”
Andi glanced at the bag and gave Colin a pointed look. “Like I said, I don’t seem to have much of a choice. But if I’m going to spend time with any of Blaine’s friends, I’m going to need a drink.”
“We’re not—“
“I know, I know.” She held up her hand. “You’re not besties. I got it.”
“We’ll take care of your bags, Ms Williams,” Carmen said, and before Colin could say anything, Andi started walking to the bar situated at the other end of the lobby. 
In a hurry to join her, he quickly finished the check-in process and left his own bag to be delivered to his room. Colin couldn’t remember much about their brief dinner meeting in St. Lucia, only that Blaine had phoned him out of the blue to let him know that they were visiting the island. The entire visit seemed more like a reason for Blaine to show off his beautiful fiancée and brag to Colin about his successful business than anything else. But Blaine had always been that way. Even as kids, he used every chance he got to show off or brag about what he had and what he could do. 
Colin’s first impression of Andi that night had been that she was beautiful and smart, but he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why she was with Blaine. Not that Blaine was all bad; they’d hung out in the same circle, and at one time, they’d been close friends. But things change, and certainly after high school there hadn’t been much of a friendship between them, unless you could call Blaine’s constant one-upmanship a friendship. But there’d been something about Blaine and Andi together that didn’t sit right with Colin then. And now as he crossed the lobby towards the bar, Colin couldn’t help but smile at the thought that Blaine would hate the fact that he was about to spend time with his ex. His very beautiful ex.


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