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Heart of a Champion
A small excerpt from Heart of a Champion - Available NOW from Whiskey Creek Press:
He had luxurious hair. There was no other word that could be used to describe it. Shoulder length and light brown, it was thick and wavy and, well, luxurious. It was the kind of hair that made your fingers itch to run through it. He wore it brushed straight back, and a few unruly waves bobbed around as he moved his head.
The rest of him wasn't too shabby either. He was tall for a singles skater, around five foot ten, but he still had a skaters build, consisting of a well-developed upper body, a slim waist and hips, and muscular thighs and calves. Christy knew all of this because at that moment, he was standing on the ice by the boards opposite from her, wearing a snug t-shirt tucked into tight-fitting nylon skating pants.
She had worn her prettiest skating dress, a baby-blue velvet halter style with a three-layer chiffon skirt, in honor of what she hoped would be a new beginning.
Plucking up every ounce of courage she possessed, she opened the gate in the boards and stepped on the ice. His back was to her, so she skated in a wide arc until she was about five feet to the side of him. As she stopped with a small shower of ice in the air, he looked her way.
Oh, I'm a goner, she thought and felt her face flush a deep red. If she thought he looked good from the back, he was that much better from the front. Green eyes looked out at her from eyelids that turned down subtly at the outside corners. "Bedroom eyes," her grandmother (God rest her soul) would have called them, and she finally understood the term. An average nose, wide forehead and slight cleft in his chin rounded out his handsome face.
She realized she had been standing staring at him for a beat too long, and he raised his slightly unruly eyebrows and smiled encouragingly at her, saying, "Can I help you?" in a polite voice.
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