On the Brink of Passion

Book 5: Snow & Ice Games

by Tamsen Parker

Genres: Erotic & Steamy Romance; Sports Romance

Synopsis

Welcome to the Snow and Ice Games where competition is not the only thing that is heating up! The fifth book in bestselling Tamsen Parker's romance series concludes with a pairs figure skating couple sharing the ice... and close quarters.

At the last Snow and Ice Games, Jubilee Buford and her husband and partner Stephen Wallace were on top of the pairs figure skating world. The newlyweds won gold and their future looked bright. But just months after she thought her world couldn’t get any more perfect, Jubilee lost everything. After a scrapped attempt at a solo career, her coach found her a new partner and new possibilities in Beckett Hughes.

Beckett’s had a hard time finding a partner to compete with. Someone who’s as aggressive as he is, someone who’s given up as much of their life as he has for success. He finally found a fit with Jubilee two years ago. She’s not much fun to skate with, but Beckett doesn’t need fun; he needs precision and effort and there Jubilee delivers.

When a housing mix-up in the Snow and Ice village forces them to room with each other, they’re suddenly compelled to recognize each other’s human side. And as Jubilee and Beckett start to see each other as people instead of robots on skates, they discover that they’ve got chemistry between the sheets as well as on the ice. But the flames between them in the bedroom might melt any chance they have at medaling, and that outcome is not acceptable to either one, or the country that’s counting on them to bring home the gold and the glory.

Release date: March 6, 2018

Publisher: St. Martin's Publishing Group

Print pages: 250

Sample

Chapter One

Jubilee

These are notthe nicest accommodations I’ve ever had. To be fair, last time I was at theSnow and Ice Games, Stephen and I stayed at a hotel outside the village. No dorm rooms they attempt to dress up by calling them suites for us, but a cozyhotel room that felt far away from the hubbub even though it was close to the center of the action. We rationalized the astronomical expense because we didn’t get to take a honeymoon. Sapporo was it, in more ways than one.

I blink back the tears that well up at the thought. If I’m going to get all weepy every time something here reminds of Stephen, it’s going to be a long damn month. At least I’ve got this suite to myself and don’t have to have one of the other girls mother-hen clucking at me or Sabrina shooting eye daggers of death in mydirection while I try not to lose my goddamn mind. Nor do I have to worry about waking them up with my bad dreams. They’d all but vanished a year ago, but I’ve started having them more often since we’ve been getting closer to the SIGs. Makes sense, in a really unfortunate way, but it doesn’t matter. Dreams or nodreams, I’ll compete.

Skating. That’s what I’m here for. Skating with Beckett.

I haul mysuitcase up onto my bed and start laying my things away in the dresser drawers. Beckett is almost my ideal partner. Tall, strong, well-muscled and attractiveenough, he looks quite dashing on the ice. Also, he works his ass off, and doesn’t want to be friends with me. Perfect. Because I don’t want to be friends with anyone.

Those men Daphne had paraded in front of me after I had recovered from my injuries I got during my last practice with Stephen and then tried to go solo and failed miserably—those men were the worst. With some of the men who showed up at my practice rink, it was clear why they didn’t have partners of my caliber already. It was because they sucked. Others wanted to Oh, honey me on and off the rink, and that was not happening. Then there was that slimy,turd-faced, sorry excuse for a person, Todd Everhardt. Good athlete, but had clearly been more interested in getting into my leotards than into the SIGs, which was gross. Yes, Stephen had been gone for almost two years by then, but that wasn’t the point. There was no freaking way I was going to fill the gaping hole he’d left in my life with a dipshit like Todd.

And because pairs figure skating is a really fucking small world, we ended up playing a bitof musical partners. Sabrina Lemay and Beckett had split up after not qualifying for the last SIGs and he bounced around a bit before settling with me. I don’t know what Sabrina was thinking, because Beckett would be a great partner for basically anyone. But there will be no take-backsies, because Beckett is mine. And now Sabrina and Todd are skating together.

I’ve heard…less than flattering things about her, though never from Beckett, and regardless,that could not be less of my problem. Sabrina and I know each other, used to becordial when we would see each other, but now she looks at me like she wishes something heavy would fall on my head. She was never a favorite of mine, but it’s not my fault she was stupid enough to let Beckett go. Can’t blame a girl for snapping up what she discarded and then making damn good use of it. Him. Beckett and I earned the first berth here, and Sabrina and Todd barely made it. They’ve been ass-kissing the press since they got on the roster like they’re the favorites. Whatever, guys. If that’s what you need to tell yourselves.

I give the top drawer where I’ve tucked my socks and underthings an angry shove, narrowly avoiding slamming my finger in it, and wouldn’t that be great. The show must goon and all that, but it’s going to be hard enough getting through our programs without a broken finger.

I’m grateful Daphne found me Beckett. Though I’d never say it to his face, because I basically avoid saying anything that isn’t strictly necessary to him, he’s good. Very good. He allows me to be the best skater I can be, and he stays in his goddamn lane: skating and nothing else.

***

Beckett

The SIG village. After failing to qualify last time around with Sabrina, I thought I might never get to see the inside of this place. Not that it’s the buildings themselves that are special, but there’s a magic in the air that you can only find at the SIGs. A humming of energy I could well have never got to experience, and a warping of time and space everyone who’s been here before talks about. It’s like summer camp for grown-ups, except we’re all top-notch athletes competingin the biggest events of our lives, and it’s cold. Other than that, I have to think they’re similar. The SIG snow globe they call it. And I’ve heard that after the events are over, whatever happens in the snow globe stays in the snow globe. I can’t freaking wait.

Skating comes first though, so here I am. Finally. Thanks in no small part to Jubilation Lee Buford. Her name’s a little ill-fitting since I’ve hardly ever seen her crack a smile anywhere but on the ice and that’s purely for show, but what the fuck doI care if her parents had a hard-on for her being a beauty queen or something? She ended up the baddest ass pairs skater I know. So I’ll call her whatever shewants, including Jubilee.

The village isat once exactly what I expected and totally different. There are tons of people milling around, including a multitude of the fairer sex, and goddamn are they fair. More like hot as hell—hello there, Ms. Finland—and could snap most men like a twig—looking at you, Lady South Korea who I think is a speed skater. And a lot of them will be looking to get lucky by the end of the month. I can help you with that, ladies. Beckett Hughes, at your service.

Some people don’t fuck until after their events, which I get, but I am not one of those people. No, man. With this many fine specimens crammed into just a few square miles and being a monk the rest of the time because there’s no other woman inmy life these days except Jubilee, I am so ready to get laid.

Some people fuck their partners, but I learned the hard way that’s not a good idea. If I thought Sabrina had felt like she owned me before we started sleeping together becauseshe financed most of our training—pretty common in pairs because dudes are at a premium—she got even worse after we started being partners in the sack as well as out of it. Until we didn’t make the SIGs last time around, which she decidedwas my fault, and then kicked me to the curb like I was useless.

Even if I had time outside the relentless training schedule Jubilee set for us, I haven’t had much luck with women outside of the rink either. Just a different set ofproblems. Jealousy over how much time I spent with my partner and how much money I spend on equipment and training and travel to competitions, expressed as questions about when I was going to get a real job and start a family, or my very favorite, questioning my sexuality because of what I do for a living. Thathad been Felicia’s MO when we were together. Yeah, a lot of the guys in figure skating are into dudes, and that’s cool. It doesn’t bother me when people assume I am. What ticked me off was mostly that she meant it as an insult.

So many reasonsto stick to casual but safe sex. So, so many.

As I stroll through the village with my duffel bag over my shoulder, I take it all in. By all, I mean mostly the ladies because I’ve finally got a chance for some no-strings-attached sex, but yeah, some other stuff too. The accommodations that look like big ski lodges, the huge dining hall, a massive gym because they know we’re all going to work out. A lot of the teams have private gyms, but not all, and this one’s open 24/7. You know, for those times at 3am when you just really need to lift.

The mountains around here though, those I could get used to. Not like the Sierra Nevada ofhome, and not like the molehills they think are mountains in Boston where I’vespent the past few years with Jubilee. It’s pretty, but goddamn the air isthin. Good thing we’ve got time to get adjusted. Not that I’m winded or anything, but no way would I be able to put in as hard a workout here as I would back East.

I find the lodge where I’ll be staying and skip the elevator, going for the stairwell instead. I’m on the fifth floor, and my sneakers make squeaky noises on the cement as Ijog up the stairs. The hallways and the exterior may be nice enough, butclearly they don’t expect anyone important to be going up these.

The corridor is surprisingly long, but I finally make it down to my room, which is a corner unit. Sweet. Hopefully more views of the mountains, though just as likely more views into other athletes’ windows, which if they look anything like the sampling I walked through downstairs, that would also be fine. Maybe a little mutual peepshow, eh?

I shove mykeycard in the lock, and it greenlights. Won’t lie, I could use a sit down after that plane ride, especially since Jubilee’s scheduled us out the ass between workouts, ice time, press junkets, and other nonsense. I just want to skate. Bring a medal home for my mantel. Be a champion. But she knows what she’s doing, and it’s not worth arguing with her. Not if I value my life. She’s like an avalanche. No, that’s not right. She’s not that fast or that loud. Maybe more like a glacier. Slow and silent, but just as deadly. If you know what’s good for you, you do not fuck with Jubilee Buford.

I’m shaking myhead thinking about my frosty partner as I step over the threshold, and who should be standing there in the middle of the room pulling her foot behind her until it’s above her head, practicing her form for a Biellmann spin, but Miss Snowflake herself. What the actual fuck?