Pippa Hearts Après Ski
Pippa Hearts Presents
The journey of one (relatively) young, single girl’s romance with Harlequin Presents!
by editorial assistant Pippa Roscoe
Well ladies, I have just returned from a wonderful holiday in Saalbach, Austria where the mountains provided the perfect backdrop to a more refined past-time than I am used to: Après Ski. Is it bad that I didn’t actually ski?
While the rest of my family donned snow boots that made them look like the Terminator’s smaller companions, and hurled their skis around with less finesse that Goliath’s left hook, I took to the streets to enjoy the sights.
Am I speaking of gorgeous snow-capped mountains, crystal blue skies without a single cloud, quaint little Austrian chalets? Nope. Not. At. All. This is the home of Presents! So, I was out there searching for what one Presents author refers to as GMM. (Glorious Man Meat)
And where better to find my Alpha hero, than in the sun drenched bars of the skiing mecca of Saalbach. Surely there would be a rich entrepreneur, thirsty after spending the day hurtling down a black run?
I donned suitable attire for the occasion – good boots, warm jacket, skinny jeans, and some make-up over the sun screen (I’ve been caught out by the mountain sun before and have learnt my lesson – factor 25!), and my new pair of rather gorgeous, but very expensive, sunglasses to make myself just that little bit more glamorous.
I set myself up in a lovely little bar, open air heaters, stunning cow hide chairs and a great menu! I had half an hour before the rest of my family were arriving, so I had to work fast Over a mug of gluvine, the sunglasses provided the perfect cover – how have I not realised this before?! – and I was surrounded by gorgeous, tanned men in skiing outfits.
I caught the eye of a few… one was too young (seriously ladies, I draw the line at 20!), one (far) too old, but the
third, well, like the three bears, he was just right. A few flecks of silver edging the thick dark hair, he was tall, at least 6 feet, and I’m sure that underneath the thick padding of ski-wear there was a fiercely toned body. He was with a group of friends, and spoke in a fantastically sexy accent.
But when you’re both wearing sunglasses, it can be a little tricky.
Hand on heart, I honestly couldn’t tell you if he was checking me out, or the person behind me, but either way, when his boyfriend turned up I called it even. Happily my family arrived before I could do any more damage, and we had a lovely afternoon eating yummy food and drinking.
But it did put me in a more determined frame of mind, so when I came home I promised myself I would make more use of my internet dating subscription. I’ve already sent one guy a message. Let’s see what happens.
So ladies, tell me. Where’s the most exotic place your hero taken you? Or where would your dream date be?