Summary from Goodreads:
Two friends. Two dreams. One night that changes everything…
Ice dancer Aubrey London scoffs at romance. She’s focused on winning a medal at the upcoming Olympics and uses that as her excuse to avoid serious relationships. But when she and longtime friend Chris Grayden are thrown together by unforeseen circumstances, Aubrey finds herself questioning everything she’s ever known about love, complicating her life both on and off the ice.
Pairs skater Emily Petrov embraces romance. She and her husband Sergei still act like honeymooners two years after their wedding. As Emily’s coach, Sergei provides constant support while she prepares to challenge for gold at the Olympics. But Sergei’s support might not be enough to help Emily overcome the one challenge she never saw coming.
With the Games only weeks away, Emily and Aubrey are on the verge of realizing their dreams. But one snowy, stormy night sets in motion a series of events that will test them in ways they never imagined, giving them more to fight for than Olympic medals.
Sergei leaned over me and kissed me gently, then longer and fuller with each kiss that followed. His mouth lowered to my throat, and I looked over his shoulder. Through the darkness, I could see the shadowy outline of the vanity set where I’d learned to put on makeup and the shelves that used to hold my stuffed animals. It was all a little bizarre, being in this room like this.
“This feels weird,” I said.
Sergei lifted his head. “Me kissing you feels weird?”
“It’s the room, not you.”
“We’ve stayed here before.”
“I know, but we’ve never…”
Sergei put his weight on his elbow. “Your parents are far away downstairs. It’s totally private up here. Remember that was one of your selling points?” He tickled my stomach.
I giggled and grabbed his wrist. “I think I’m experiencing some delayed teenage awkwardness of having a boy in my room since I never did that when I was actually a teenager.”
“Then you definitely need to go through your rebellious phase now,” Sergei said with a slow grin.
He kissed the tender spot below my ear, and his lips trailed down my neck while his hand skimmed along my thigh, nudging up my nightshirt. I pressed my fingers into his back, feeling the resistance of his tight muscles. The longer he touched me the easier it was to forget where we were – which room, which house… which planet.
Then a knock sounded on the door.
Jennifer Comeaux is a tax accountant by day, writer by night. There aren’t any ice rinks near her home in south Louisiana, but she’s a diehard figure skating fan and loves to write stories of romance set in the world of competitive skating. One of her favorite pastimes is travelling to competitions, where she can experience all the glitz and drama that inspire her writing. Jennifer loves to hear from readers! Visit jennifercomeaux.blogspot.com for contact information and to learn more about her books.