I have failed in every single New Yearâs resolution Iâve ever set for myself. In fact I pretty much pick the most extreme resolutions possible and set myself up to fail. Because, like my heroine, Iâm kind of flaky. My resolutions usually go like this:
I want to lose weight â¦
Day One: I RESOLVE TO GIVE UP SUGAR FOR EVER.
Day Four: Whereâs my chocolate?!
This year I might actually keep my resolutionâor get pretty close to it. I wonât know if I succeed until December 31st, since itâs a year-long career goal and I still have time to pull it off. Weâll have to see who winsâthe flake in me or the over-achiever.
Itâs fitting that in the first year I have a shot at holding a resolution I also got to work with Tina Beckett (a complete joy for me) and write linked books about besties who go to opposite extremes in setting their New Yearâs resolutions ⦠and set them up to fail spectacularly instead of myself for a change. Of course I donât want to spoil the ending, but they fail in the best way possible.
I hope you enjoy reading my half of the New Yearâs Resolutions! duet, and encourage you to grab Tinaâs bookâHOW TO FIND A MAN IN FIVE DATESâfor Miranda and Jackâs story. And I wish you resolutions that work out for the bestâsucceed or fail.
Amalie
Thereâs never been a day when there havenât been stories in AMALIE BERLINâs head. When she was a child they were called daydreams, and she was supposed to stop having them and pay attention. Now when someone interrupts her daydreams to ask, âWhat are you doing?â she delights in answering, âIâm working!â
Amalie lives in Southern Ohio with her family and a passel of critters. When not working, she reads, watches movies, geeks out over documentaries and randomly decides to learn antiquated skills. In case of zombie apocalypse sheâll still have bread, lacy underthings, granulated sugar, and always something new to read.
To Tina Beckettâa great friend, fantastic writer, and an awesome lady to work with! Itâs been a blast!
To Laurie Johnsonâfor giving me the chance to collaborate with a writer I adore, and letting me slip a hippy chick into a book :) You rock.
Cover
Dear Reader
About the Author
Title Page
Dedication
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
EPILOGUE
Copyright
âI KNOW THAT you want to manage this situation yourself, but you do have to relax at some point. Let me and the universe carry the load for a few days.â
The fact that most of the resort had been abandoned at the first hint of the approaching storm gave Ellory Star more confidence than she mightâve otherwise had in what would be an intense situation at best. Only a handful of staff remainedâenough to keep the resort runningâand a handful of guests trying to get in as much time on the powder as they could before the clouds rolled in. But it wasnât like Mira was leaving the premises. Sheâd be around for catastrophe, her safety net.
âEnjoy your post-coital vacation, spend time with Mr. Forever, Number Five. I promise not to refer to him any more in any way that highlights the fact that I totally won the New Yearâs resolution war this year.â Ellory leaned over the bar in Jackâs suite, where she and Mira were chatting, tidied a stack of napkins emblazoned with the lodge logo, and pretended not to be feeling smug about how totally right she was.
Miraâher sister by everything except genetics and actual family tiesâwas the concierge doctor for the ski lodge where Ellory was now living and working, and her best friend since theyâd set eyes on one another as toddlers, when Elloryâs mother had brought her to work at the lodge Miraâs family owned. She was the brilliant one, and rational, dependable, smart, and a lot of other good-sounding words that everybody would use to describe Mira and only Mira would ever use to label her.
âYou havenât won until you figure out your quest. Your project. The thing youâre working on.â
A project Ellory hadnât explained. âI shouldâve just bet you I could go without a man longer than you could keep serial dating. Though I havenât seen any contenders for sexy fun since Iâve been home. So the resolution is safe.â
But that wouldnât have served the point of her making the resolution to begin with. Besides, her inability to articulate exactly what was wrong was part of the problem she needed to figure out. She skated through life, largely flying on instinct and ignoring anything that hurt her to the point that she wasnât even sure what hurt her any more. For the past year sheâd been running from some pain she couldnât nameâbecause ignoring the reasons for pain didnât mean she didnât feel it. It just meant she felt it blindly.