“Snowbound Desire at the Ski House”

It took a year to write, but only because Lyle, Amber, and Lance deserved the spiciest ending to their Kinky Encounters Romance! At over 49K words,  Snowbound Desire at the Ski House has all the juice in each squeeze! Brace yourself for the shocking and steamy conclusion of their story!

In a tale of passion, betrayal, and self-discovery, will Amber find her way back to save her husband, Lyle, or will their secrets and temptations be forever buried by their Snowbound Desires at the Ski House?

Now a newly minted Chief Financial Officer, Lyle is on the brink of catastrophe as his company spirals toward bankruptcy, and his wife, Amber, has no idea. Desperate for a break, he retreats to a secluded ski cabin in the mountains, inherited from a dear friend. But this isn’t just any cabin – hidden within it is a secret that will tempt him to break his commitment to Amber and expose a secret taboo he thought long buried.

Meanwhile, Amber finds herself whisked away to Berlin by the magnetic billionaire Lance Moore. Once teetering on the edge of monotony, Amber’s marriage has been reignited by Lance’s electrifying presence and flamboyant lifestyle, but will his darkest desires become more than Amber can accept? In the throes of a blizzard that cuts off all communication, Amber is haunted by fear for her husband’s safety, while also succumbing to Lance’s passionate advances in Berlin’s most exclusive and risqué clubs.

As Lyle battles the fierce snowstorm and the cabin’s tantalizing mysteries, Amber dives deep into a journey of intimate awakening with Lance. Each is torn between loyalty and newfound desires, facing a storm of emotions that could shatter the foundations of their marriage.

Content Warning: This work of fiction, book four of my Golden Pigtails award-finalist Kinky Encounters Romance Series, contains toe-curling scenes of consensual non-monogamy, bisexuality, humiliation, male chastity, and feminization. Please be sure these genres appeal to you before reading further or leaving comments. Love, romance, and intimacy take many forms. This title is intended for the enjoyment of mature readers only. If you love the book, please comment on Amazon or GoodReads!
Book Length: 46K+ Words

Excerpt:

“No GPS,” Lyle offered as an excuse as he sheepishly held up his phone.

She pressed her toes on the dashboard and sat up straighter to get a better look around her. Her toes and soles of her feet were dirty from camping in the wilderness of the Lake Tahoe Basin. The purple polish on her nails had chipped away with her travels, but Lyle could imagine how beautiful they’d look, freshly painted and sweetly scented from an aromatic bath.

Her short blond curls peaking from under her black knit beanie were a stark contrast to the dark, straight hair of Lyle’s wife, yet this woman’s spirit reminded him of when his wife was young, and it had been just the two of them against the world. Two kids and a stressful job later, they both had changed, almost losing their excitement with the world and each other, a feeling he longed to reclaim.

“It gets better,” Lyle noted. “We’re almost out of gas.”

“Almost out of gas, eh?” The young woman said with a smirk. “I think I’ve heard that before.”

The woman leaned close to Lyle, pressing her head against his shoulder to better view the dashboard. Lyle pointed to the gas gauge, “No joke. We are almost out of gas.”

“That is a pretty good reason to say ‘Fuck,’” the young woman mimicked.

She smiled, and her full natural lips framed her white teeth. She looked around and pulled a paper hiking map from her coat pocket. The map was marked with concentric lines marking elevation and darker lines indicating trails, but perhaps it would work better than his useless phone map.

“There,” she pointed to a mountain behind them. That’s Freel Peak, where I was hiking. Over there is Martis Peak, so we can’t be too far from King’s Beach now. In the summer, I once got told off by park rangers for skinny dipping there. Apparently, swimsuits are required.”

“You don’t say? Thanks for the warning,” Lyle laughed.

“You haven’t lived until you’ve gone skinny dipping in the clear blue waters of Tahoe.”

“It’s eight degrees outside right now and dropping.”

“Party pooper,” the young woman playfully chided. “We left the Freel peak region about an hour back. OK, if we are heading to Truckee, then I’m guessing we go left here.”

“Seems as good a choice as any,” Lyle replied.

“Are you always so eager to blindly follow a woman’s direction?”  The young woman joked.

Lyle chuckled nervously. He looked at his passenger’s toes as they wiggled against the dashboard. He wondered if she could see the obsequious streak inside him. He tried to hide it from others, but as long as he could remember, Lyle was a people pleaser, regardless of whether it was his wife, job, or a stranger he just met.

“Not every woman’s direction.”

“Well, you seem to have no problem following mine,” she noted. Her gaze shifted away from Lyle and back to her toes, wiggling them as Lyle’s gaze followed hers.

Lyle caught himself staring and shifted in his seat to subtly adjust his growing arousal. But it was too late. His passenger had noticed, and Lyle never could be subtle.

“You look a little uncomfortable over there. I might be able to do something to make the rest of the ride more comfortable for you. If you can keep following a woman’s directions, that is.”

She placed her hand on Lyle’s thigh…