Reseña del libro "The Honeymoon Suite (Snowed In At Silverpine) (en Inglés)"
Daisy Coble's fiancé told her she was too much, and then he left her in a church bathroom in her wedding dress and kept the apartment. The honeymoon suite at Silverpine was nonrefundable and it had her name on it, so she drove fourteen hundred miles in the dress, alone, and checked in. The heater's out. The man under it fixing it is Ezra Rennick, the lift operator, enormous, grease to the wrists, and the first person in two years to look at her wanting something and tell her the wanting isn't the flaw. Daisy has never done any of it. Not the wedding night she was promised, not the first kiss that counts, none of it. Ezra is going to give her every first she has, one at a time, in that suite, with the storm shutting the pass behind them, and he's going to praise her through all of it in language she's never heard a man use. She's going to learn the words. He's going to make her say them. And when the pass opens and the man who left her drives up the mountain to collect her, she's going to walk out to the lot in Ezra's flannel and say the one thing she rehearsed for two years and never got to. The Honeymoon Suite is an explicit, open-door virgin-heroine romance: a jilted bride, a ladder of firsts, a praise-and-claiming hero who talks her through every one of them, and an ex who gets exactly what he deserves. A standalone HEA. Book Four of Snowed In at Silverpine.