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?

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Comments ( 8 )
  1. Rachael Thomas
    March 6, 2013 at 10:03 am

    Oh Pippa, I wish I could have been there! The guy sounded perfect – until you put the boyfriend bit in!
    I don’t think it was bad of you not to ski, if I ever get the chance to go somewhere like that I would do exactly the same thing.
    Glad you enjoyed.

  2. Tara
    March 6, 2013 at 10:15 am

    OMG, Pippa…LOL!!!

    seems like you had a fabulous vacation and that guy definitely sounds like GMM although he bats for the other side…:-)

    The most exotic place my hero’s taken me to is Hawaii…:-) it was glorious…

  3. Sophie Pembroke
    March 6, 2013 at 3:07 pm

    Yeah, I’d have skipped the skiing for the gluvine and GMM, too.

    Most exotic place my hero’s taken me was Rome, for our honeymoon. But secretly I’m dreaming of here: http://pinterest.com/pin/206180489161075733/

  4. Maisey Yates
    March 6, 2013 at 9:24 pm

    Ahhh…Pippa I somehow knew that was going to go there. He sounded too put together in your description. BLAST!

    I have a brother you know…

  5. Pippa Roscoe
    March 7, 2013 at 3:57 am

    Hi Rachael,

    He was perfect, until the boyfriend thing! Thanks for soothing my concerns about the lack of skiing!

  6. Pippa Roscoe
    March 7, 2013 at 3:57 am

    Hi Tara,
    Hawaii! That sounds incredibly romantic and very Presents! Mmmm. Maybe I should start planning my next holiday there!

  7. Pippa Roscoe
    March 7, 2013 at 3:58 am

    Oh Sophie, I am desperate to go to Cinque Terre. Do you think you can get there via Hawii?

  8. Pippa Roscoe
    March 7, 2013 at 3:59 am

    He was far too put together! Still, very nice to look at.

    And Maisey, the moment your brother sets his foot on English soil…!