After lots of pacing and a big bunch of hard work done double time by a great bunch of good folks at TMP, my book released a month early. Just in time for the winter Olympics! If you've got ski fever, come check it out. Heck, even if your sick of winter, come check it out! It's set in and around skiing, but it's a love story at heart, so--also right in time for Valentine's Day.
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The blurb has been posted before, so I risk being redundant. But, if you missed it, here's what the book's about:
Dancing in the white room is slang for skiing or boarding in deep powder snow. The dancer is PD Bell, one of the best extreme skiers on the planet. Mallory Prescott, the woman who lives with him and loves him, is used to Bell’s exploits. A patrolwoman at Whiteface Mountain near Lake Placid, New York, Mallory is no stranger to risk, but this time Bell is taking on the West Rib of Denali, highest and most dangerous mountain in North America. It’s a descent that has never been done, though it’s been tried. Five years ago, Bell tried it. The attempt nearly killed him. Five years ago he promised Mallory he wouldn’t try again.
Over the six weeks in which he’s gone, Mallory begins to question her relationship with Bell. Does he really love her? Is he in it for the duration? What has loving him cost her? Mallory’s life choices are thrown into stark relief when her daughter Emily takes a terrible fall. Together with her lifelong friend, Creech Crèches, she must work her way through a maze of uncharted territory at a hospital miles from home.
Dancing in the White Room is the story of the love we keep, the price we pay for that love, and the forgiveness it takes to hold on to what is precious.
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