Snow Sounds — Heather Williams

ONE LONELY NIGHT

Melaine Landa winced when she heard his name. Tanner Harris. He was here at Mammoth Lakes. And since Melaine was committed to spending the next year running the ski resort's clinic, she was bound to run into him. As head of the resort's ski patrol, Tanner would have to work closely with the nurse in charge of the clinic.

Three years ago, they had spent a single, incredible night together. In the midst of a painful divorce, Melaine had been suffering through a sad, desolate time. Somehow, a primitive drive had guided her into Tanner's arms. Sensing her loneliness, he had turned a dark, desperate night into a firestorm of desire.

Three years had passed since that passionate night. Now Melaine was determined to work side by side with Tanner. But it was hard to maintain a professional distance when his arm brushed against hers and his gray eyes swept over her body. A quaint winter village in the mountains could be an icy tomb of isolation, or a cozy haven for two people in love. How long could Melaine deny the feelings that had been simmering for years?