Promo/Excerpt Christie Butler
Hi! Check out my new release from Ellora's Cave. It is a sequel to my first
ebook, Look at Me.
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Apres Ski by Christie Butler
Chelsea, a starving artist who works a ski lift to pay the rent, is dismayed to
find she has fallen for a good friend—a friend who happens to be the biggest
player in town. Jud is gorgeous and sexy, but she also sees the man inside and
finds him irresistible. Chelsea is ready for a man in her life to create enough
heat to start the spring thaw. Can she outshine his many admirers and convince
him to give her a chance?
Jud is a proud member of ski patrol but he's been biding his time until he
achieves his dream of working at a big publishing house. A lover of women, he
never wanted to keep one around for long. Until now. Chelsea's smart and
thoughtful and suddenly he finds her sexy as hell. Done with his womanizing
ways, he wants only one woman, naked and in his arms. And he has to work
quickly, before the season ends.
"How's your head, Chels?"
She stretched like a cat. "I could use another one of your fabulous scalp
"I suppose I could take a break for my patient." He closed his laptop and
moved over to the couch. "Sit up," he said, sitting down in the vacant spot. He
pulled her back against his chest and started gently rubbing her neck muscles.
She made some noises that were more appropriate for the throes of passion. His
cock sprang to life as his thoughts wandered to a sexier place.
"Ah God," she groaned.
"Okay, that's enough." His hands dropped to her back and he pushed her away.
"Flip around and let me do your feet."
Chelsea looked back at him over her shoulder, smiling. "Really? I love a good
"Great. Just don't make any of those orgasm noises."
Eagerly, she turned around and deposited her feet on his lap. "I can't make
Jud sighed and picked up a foot. "Okay, I'm going to quiz you, make sure you
still have all your marbles." Chelsea answered his "who, what, where, when and
why" questions correctly as he worked on pressure points on her foot.
"Is that all you're gonna ask?"
"Huh, let's see. Okay, what's my favorite book?"
"Easy," she said. "The last book that you've edited is your favorite."
He laughed. "I'll give you a half point for that. What's my favorite book that
I haven't edited?"
Chelsea screwed up her mouth. "The Call of the Wild."
"Ding, ding, ding. Excellent."
"What's my favorite book?" she asked.
"This is not a quiz for me."
"Tell me anyway."
"To Kill a Mockingbird."
She lifted her head and raised a brow in approval. "Nice."
"I'm not just a pretty face, ya know." He winked at her. "How about favorite
Chelsea rolled her eyes. "The Godfather. That's every guy's favorite movie."
Jud shrugged. "There's a good reason for that. Now, you—you would tell people
your favorite movie is Sense and Sensibility, but really it's The Notebook."
Her mouth dropped open in mock distress, then she laughed. "That's true." She
leaned back, cradling her head in her hands. "What bugs me more than anything
"When people don't replace an empty toilet paper dispenser. Or, or better yet,
when they put it on the wrong way."
"It's so obvious that the tissue should come out from under the roll, not on
"Uh-huh. So what about me?" Jud moved to her other foot. "What's my pet
"When someone says `I could care less'."
He growled. "That drives me crazy."
"I know." She used her free foot to caress his thigh.
Trying to ignore her, he said, "If I were on death row, what would my last
Ticking them off on her fingers, she said, "Prime rib, crab legs and onion
She narrowed her eyes at him and thought for a moment. "Oh yeah, a bottle of
"Very good. You, my lovely one, would hoover down an entire German chocolate
"I don't have to worry about how my hips look in my coffin. If I suddenly
found myself with a free hour, what would I do?"
"Bubble bath. What about me?" He leered at her.
"You'd take some poor unsuspecting female to bed."
"What? I've never had any complaints."
She looked him in the eye. "So I've heard."
He stopped rubbing for a moment and returned her gaze. "Really? What have you
She moved her foot on his thigh again, inching it closer to his groin. "I've
heard tell that you're very well-endowed. Ya know, hung?"
Smiling, he resumed the foot massage.
"Look at you, so proud of yourself."
He shrugged. "What can I say?"
"Of course, I found that out for myself last night, when you were grinding on
"Sorry 'bout that."
"Don't be sorry." Her foot reached the top of his thigh and made a direct hit,
stroking over his cock. "It feels good."
"Yeah." His voice cracked. Clearing his throat, he said, "It does."
"So tell me, Judson Tate. I've heard all the myths and legends…"
He gave her a brief scowl, then waited for her to go on.
"What's the wildest thing you've ever done? Sexually speaking, I mean."
He took a deep breath and blew it out slowly, wondering if he should tell her
or not. Most women wouldn't be exactly thrilled by his answer, but he didn't
want to lie to her or hide anything from her.
"Oh boy," she said. "So many that you can't narrow it down to just one?"
"No, no. I can narrow it down to one." He glanced at her and then forged
ahead. "One of my buddies asked me to fuck his wife while he watched. So… I… Uh…
I did." He closed his eyes, waiting for some kind of outburst, but none came.
When he opened them, Chelsea was watching him, her face unreadable. She nodded
slowly, her gaze flitting away. "How about you?" he asked. "What's your wildest
Now she smiled. "Nothing."
"Nothing? So what, you're strictly missionary position?"
"No, I mean I've never had sex."
Jud was stunned by her admission. A smart, beautiful young woman in this day
and age? "Chelsea, why not?"
Pulling her foot away, she curled up under the blanket. "I don't know. It's
not like I have some high moral code or that I've been saving it or anything. I
just never went through that whole college `hooking up' thing. Then when I got
older, I didn't feel the need to just get it over with. I wanted it to be with
the right person."
"Jesus, Chels. We're kinda coming from different sides on this." He closed his
eyes with shame. "Shit, all the things I've been saying to you. You must think
I'm a lecher."
She laughed and sat up. "No I don't. I loved all the things you said. It was
He shook his head as he ran through the past couple of days in his mind. He
must have offended the hell out of her.
Chelsea grasped his hand. "Stop it, Jud. It's okay. I like you and I want this
to happen between us. It's not like it's a great gift or anything, but I want to
do this with you, have…sex with you. I consider myself lucky that the man I want
to be with for the first time is so obviously very good at it."
He smiled at that, happy that she was taking his sordid past in stride. He
squeezed her hand. "I like you too, and I want to be with you too. But I do see
it as a gift. Having sex with you would be a very nice gift."
"I bet you say that to all your virgins." She grinned at him.
Jud rolled his eyes. "C'mon, Chels. Can you give a guy a break? I'm trying to
have a moment here with you."
The smile dropped from her face. "I'm sorry. That's very sweet of you."
"That's better." Releasing her hand, he cupped her face and leaned down and
Chelsea couldn't breathe. Her heart was racing as he kissed her. She'd just
disclosed a terribly intimate detail to Jud and he hadn't thought she was a
freak. He was being so sweet that she wanted to cry—her chest ached and her
throat tightened. She opened her mouth to suck in a breath and Jud slipped his
tongue in, licking and tasting.
Sure, she was a virgin, but she'd been kissed before. Never like this though. At
least not by a man she was so emotionally invested in, a man she desperately
wanted. It made her head spin, and the concussion had nothing to do with it. It
was all about Judson Tate. She moaned into his mouth, clinging to him until she
could take no more. She pulled away and gasped, taking quick breaths.
He seemed to be equally affected, panting lightly. "Damn, Chels, I don't know
if I'm going to be able to control myself."
"I don't want you to." She smiled.
As he sat back, Chelsea saw that his hands were shaking. "Ya know, I've
wondered for months why you didn't have men lining up for you. I thought you
were just choosy."
"I am." Besides, it was hard to date men when you were in love with someone
else. And she did love him. She might not be the most experienced woman in the
world, but she knew without a doubt that she was in love with Jud. Now she just
had to make him fall in love with her too. Piece of cake.
He was studying her, looking at her as if she were made of glass.
Clearly she wasn't. If she was, she would have just shattered into a thousand
pieces when he'd told her about his craziest sex experience. Having sex with his
friend's wife? While the guy watched? It was out there all right, but in the big
picture, it could have been worse.
"What are you thinking?" she asked.
After a moment, his lips formed a huge grin. "Just that I can't wait for you
to get over this damn concussion."
"Me either." She gave him a quick peck on the lips and stood up. "Now take me
"Yes ma'am." He pushed himself up from the couch, watching while she grabbed
She was acutely aware of him and it was nice to know now that he felt the same
way. When she was ready, she inched over to him, placed her palms on his chest
and looked up. She felt his heart pounding under her hand.
"Do you have to go already?"
She wanted to tell him no, and that she never wanted to leave, but it was
probably best not to spook him too much. "I do. I need to grab a shower, get
some clothes that actually fit me…"
"Okay, but we're on for Friday night, right?"
He covered her hands with his own. "I have an idea. Instead of going to that
Italian place, why don't I cook for us? We can have a nice romantic evening
right here." He waggled his eyebrows at her. "What do you think?
Chelsea shook her head slowly, but she was smiling. "I think I'm in big