Snowed in with Grumpy (Silver Mountain, #1)

by Olivia Noble

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*knows (?)

It feels exotic and different from the way anyone else has ever said my name—maybe vaguely European. It reminds me of the first syllables of Ave Maria being sung by a choir and echoing across grand church ceilings. It reminds me of the warmth of Andrea Bocelli or Pavarotti belting out those lyrics in Latin.

As powerful and strong as his body is, I imagine there’s a sensitive, vulnerable soul in there that is prone to injury just like the rest of us. And he’s definitely been injured. I can see it in his eyes.

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‘Avalanche Snow’

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I extend my arms to reach for him. “Can you please come here?” I ask, feeling embarrassed at how needy and childish this is. But also not really caring. The mountain destroyed my pride when it tried to destroy me.

“It’s Snowing Men”—it’s

Oh, that's awesome!!!

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According to the directions, Silver Mountain is only 49 hours of walking away.

“Ava, I did totally give up until I met you. You saved me from my self-imposed exile. From drowning in loneliness. I had zero hope and faith that I could experience any of these good feelings ever again. I didn’t think I could trust anyone again. But you took me by surprise. That’s why I walked away from our first meeting, you know? I felt something, the moment I saw you. I just knew.”

tears of joy.