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Zusatztext Praise for Marie Force “Marie Force makes you believe in the power of true love and happily ever after.”— New York Times bestselling author Carly Phillips “If you’re a fan of Robyn Carr and Jill Shalvis! then you will want the Green Mountain series by Marie Force.”—Fresh Fiction “Marie truly just has a way of telling a story that draws you in! and never lets you go. Not even when you reach the end of the book.”—Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews “I dare you not to completely swoon...Marie Force knows how to write some sizzling scenes!”—Romance at Random Informationen zum Autor Marie Force Klappentext A woman gives a determined man a run for his love in this Green Mountain Romance from the New York Times bestselling author of It's Only Love. Charlotte "Charley" Abbott has gone out with every guy under thirty-five in Butler, Vermont-except for one. Tyler Westcott's attempts to date her may be determined, and frequent, but Charley can't stand how he acts like he knows her better than she knows herself. So when Tyler turns up at the running club Charley joined to train for a marathon, she's almost ready to quit before she even gets started. Tyler knows that behind Charley's prickly personality and dismissive attitude is a sweet woman he wants in his life. And when Charley suffers an injury while training, Tyler is ready to prove that the perfect man for her has been right there all along... Chapter 1 Living at risk is jumping off the cliff and building your wings on the way down. —Ray Bradbury This might be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done , Charley Abbott thought as she jogged up a steep incline covered with snow and ice. But God forbid she back down from a direct challenge from her sworn nemesis. Said nemesis was trudging along next to her, smoothly navigating the hazardous trail and barely breathing hard when she was about to die from the exertion and the cold. Not to mention her face was numb, and she suspected her numb face was covered in frozen snot. But since backing down was not an option, she kept plugging along, uphill, in the snow, determined to see this through to the finish even if it killed her. The way he’d looked her in the eye and said, “If it’s too much for you, I’ll go alone. One week off from training won’t derail you.” Feeling like a bull that’d had a red flag waved in front of its face, Charley had picked up that gauntlet and run with it, straight up an icy hill with no end in sight. Surely her lungs would explode or her legs would fall off before they reached the peak. And then there was the matter of getting back down . . . One thing at a time, Charley. Whose freaking idea had it been to train for a marathon anyway? As she ran through the frigid tundra that had kept every other member of their running club home today—except for him , of course—she couldn’t remember a single reason why she’d wanted to run a marathon in the first place. A stupid, ridiculous, painful goal. But Charley didn’t do easy, so naturally she’d picked a challenge that required her to run in weather like this. Next to her, Tyler Westcott made it look easy. That was just another thing to hate about the man who drove her crazy with his insistence that she should go out with him when she had zero interest in him. Sure, he was good looking and fit, and he had a decent job or so it seemed from the top-of-the-line Range Rover he drove, the stylish clothes he wore and the way in which he carried himself. Too bad none of that impressed the woman who’d already dated her way through Butler, Vermont, and found every man she met lacking in some way or another. Why Tyler thought he would be different was beyond her, as was the top of this hill. With her eyes now officially frozen open, Charley decided enough was enough. Even if it meant having to look less than capabl...
