Snow Business

Snow Business

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"One rule: Don't fall in love with me." I rolled my eyes. "I really don't think that will be an issue, jackass." It's funny. How absolutely, completely, and devestatingly wrong I was. Keira Lynch is just your average teenage girl. Except for the fact that she's predicted to take the gold in the Women's Slopestyle and Half-Pipe Snowboarding Events at the 2014 Sochi Winter Olympics.And the fact that she lands the position of personal ski instructor of the ever so stunning Hunter Hogan. And the fact that she hates Hunter Hogan. Keira made one promise to her friends at the beginning of this journey: to never fall in love with Hunter Hogan, but this task becomes increasingly difficult as Keira and Hunter grow closer. Join Keira, Hunter and the rest of Apache Mountain for yet another cliché love story… only this time there’s snow.
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I never believed in perfect starts. I wasn't the guy who lit up a room or made girls turn their heads. But then she walked in-first day of senior year-and everything changed. Her name was Lena. Beautiful, sharp, untouchable. The kind of girl you admire from a distance and never think will notice you. And for a while, she didn't. But then something shifted. I asked for her Instagram. I started texting her. Late-night chats turned into inside jokes, nervous flirting, and long walks under empty skies. Slowly, she let me in. Slowly, I fell-harder than I ever thought possible. She started to love me too... or so I thought. But love is never a straight line. Not when her past is made of broken promises and bruised trust. Not when she starts pulling away just as I'm holding on tighter. I loved her harder the more she faded-and then, one day, she was gone. No explanations. No warning. Just silence. A year passed. Then, one night-midnight phone call, trembling voice, the same girl who broke me once asking if I still remember how it felt to love her. This is the story of how we began. Of how we ended. Of how sometimes, the people who break you are the only ones who know how to put you back together. And maybe-just maybe-some love stories aren't about forever. They're about surviving the parts that almost destroy you.

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