Alaskan Hideaway
He travelled thousands of miles to be alone…but is it what he really wants? Relocating to Alaska after a family tragedy seemed an ideal way for author R.D. ‘Mac’ Macleod to grieve in peace. But solitude feels overrated when Mac’s around B&B owner Ursula Anderson and her goddaughter, Rory. Is it time to finally forgive himself?
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He traveled 3,800 miles to be alone
...but is it what he really wants?
Relocating to Alaska after a family tragedy seemed an ideal way for author R.D. âMacâ Macleod to grieve in peace. But solitude feels overrated when Macâs around B&B owner Ursula Anderson and her orphaned goddaughter, Rory, whoâs already bonding with his dog. Worse, heâs imagining a future with Ursula and Rory. Is it time to finally forgive himself?
BETH CARPENTER is thankful for good books, a good dog, a good man and a dream job creating happily-ever-afters. She and her husband now split their time between Alaska and Arizona, where she occasionally encounters a moose in the yard or a scorpion in the basement. She prefers the moose.
ISBN: 978-1-474-07792-7
ALASKAN HIDEAWAY
© 2018 Lisa Deckert
Published in Great Britain 2018
by Mills & Boon, an imprint of HarperCollinsPublishers 1 London Bridge Street, London, SE1 9GF
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To Rosemunde Pilcher, Sue Grafton,
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Contents
SNOW CRUNCHED UNDER Ursulaâs ski poles as she pushed up the rise and stopped at the top of the hill to catch her breath. Sheâd earned an Anchorski second-place medal in the over-fifty age group a few winters ago, but that didnât mean she could keep up with her eight-year-old goddaughter. From somewhere nearby, a raven cackled as though amused at these earthbound creatures with boards strapped to their feet.
Up ahead, Rory picked up speed as the slope grew steeper. She crouched into a tuck, her corn-silk hair lifting from her shoulders and streaming behind her. At this rate, sheâd be airborne before she reached the bottom of the hill.
âRemember, pizza,â Ursula called. The little girl instantly spread the tails of her skis and slid to a stop.
She looked back at Ursula and frowned. âI know what a wedge is.â Of course, she did. Rory had been on the ski trails before she could walk, riding in a pulk behind her parents. She didnât need anyone to remind her to shift her skis in âpizzaâ position to slow herself or âhotdogâ to speed up.
âSorry. I forget youâre an expert. But Iâm not as fast as you. Slow down a little so I can keep up. Okay?â
âOkay.â Rory flashed a smile before she resumed skiing, and Ursulaâs heart melted. Roryâs smiles had been all too rare lately. After a week including a discouraging meeting with Roryâs teacher and a glowing article about the new resort in Seward that was bound to cut into Ursulaâs business, this was exactly what they both needed. Time outside, space to move and breathe. Somehow, nothing seemed quite as overwhelming in the outdoors.
The trail ran between a cluster of spruce trees and a huge boulder making a sharp bend toward the right-of-way across Bettyâs place. Movement caught her eye, and Ursula looked over to watch a rabbit disappear into the woods. She rounded the bend and turned her attention back to the trail.
