Dancing In The White Room

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PD Bell is one of the best extreme skiers on the planet and Mallory Prescott is used to his exploits. This time Bell is taking on the West Rib of Denali, highest and most dangerous mountain in North America. It's a feat that has never been accomplished. Five years ago, Bell had tried it. The attempt nearly killed him. 

While he's gone, Mallory begins to question her relationship with Bell. Does he love her?  What has loving him cost her? Should she have married her childhood sweetheart, Creche Crèche, who remains her dearest friend?  Mallory's choices are thrown into stark relief when her daughter Emily takes a terrible fall. She faces the biggest challenge in her life as she works her way through a maze of uncharted territory at a hospital miles from home.

 

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PREVIEW

The lunch crowd had long since filtered out of the cafeteria, choosing to stand in line for the lifts rather than hamburgers. I spooned up a bowl of chili from what looked like the dregs of the pot. Bell sat at a corner table with some other guys from the team. His blond hair curled around his shoulders, and I thought he was the best-looking guy I had ever laid eyes on.

I sat down a few tables from them. When I glanced up, I saw Bell watching me. I smiled and he smiled back, said something to his friends, picked up his tray and started walking in my direction. I figured he was done with lunch and about to leave. I wanted to check him out, but not stare, so I concentrated on my chili.

I didn’t look up again until he sat down across from me, at which point I was caught up in a kind of gummy, adolescent speechlessness. He had a half-eaten burger on his tray and a mound of fries slathered in ketchup.

“Chili any good?” he asked.

I stared at it as though it might give me an answer to his question. The crackers I’d been crumbling into the bowl were stuck to my palm. “I wouldn’t recommend it.” I brushed the crumbs from my hand.

“I was watching you ski,” he said. “You’re pretty phenomenal.” He smiled down at his burger.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I answered, thinking the minute after I said it that this was possibly the stupidest thing that had ever dropped out of my mouth.

“You want to grab a beer or something later?”

ISBN978-1-989276-11-2
AuthorUte Carbone
PaperbackNew
Weight1lb
Width5.5″
Height8.5″

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