Jessa James - Valentine Ever After

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Valentine Ever After: Copyright © 2019 by Jessa James

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Published by Jessa James

James, Jessa

Valentine Ever After

Cover design copyright 2020 by Jessa James, Author

Images/Photo Credit: Deposit Photos: inarik

Publisher’s Note:

This book was written for an adult audience. The book may contain explicit sexual content. Sexual activities included in this book are strictly fantasies intended for adults and any activities or risks taken by fictional characters within the story are neither endorsed nor encouraged by the author or publisher.

This book has been previously published.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

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Angel

Day One

I gasped as I stepped out of the hotel’s cosy shuttle van, the cold hitting me full force like an unrelenting avalanche. I shivered but felt a smile crept onto my face as I took in the mountainous view. Jagged edges that looked sharp enough to cut, but in places thick blankets of crystal white snow gave the peaks a friendlier, welcoming appeal. Typically, I did not like cold weather, a beach holiday was more my style, but I was making a huge exception. Just this once. The trip, after all, had been bought and paid for… and not by me.

“Check in is right this way, Miss Rose.”

I turned and gave the hotel representative a smile. “Sure, lead the way.”

He smiled, and I followed him up to the gorgeous solid oak doors of the Silverwood Lodge, an ultra-exclusive and secluded mountain resort in the Colorado Rockies.

Normally, my kind would never have been able to even step foot inside the place, let alone within a two-mile radius of such an expensive resort—they’d be able to sniff out that I didn’t belong and send security to shoo me away—but this was different. A month ago, I hit the lottery.

The doors opened and I stepped inside, the smile on my face getting broader, ready to start relaxing pronto. I could envisage myself sitting by a roasting fire, wrapped in blankets, reading a doorstep of a book while sipping on smoky complementary whisky. And after I was done with that I'd take advantage of the room service. And just maybe if I was feeling rather energetic and brave enough, I'd give the slopes a go.

But then I spotted the decorations, the hearts, the banners, all pink and red. In your face and over the top. Happy little cherubs with their damn pointy arrows at the ready.

Inwardly I groaned. The interior was dominated with every shade of pink imaginable, all decorated for the most nauseating day of the year: Valentine’s Day. I thought coming here meant getting away from my least favourite holiday and all my loved up friends back home.

I shook my head. This wasn’t going to spoil my time here. I wouldn’t let it.

At least there was the soothing and comforting smell of pine and burning wood in the air. I would look past the decor and instead concentrate on having an unforgettable time, taking in every opportunity while I could.

The driver showed me to the front desk and set my luggage by my feet. “Enjoy your stay, Miss Rose.”

"I will, thank you," I said readjusting my attitude. So what if the place looked like the inside of a marshmallow? The fact was, I was here, doing something for myself for a change! I reached into my purse for a tip. He waved me off, his smile never faltering. "They pay me well enough here. The smiles were free."

Things were looking up, I thought as the driver shot me a wink as he left.

“Checking in?”

I turned back to the cheery receptionist with large rosy red cheeks behind the desk. Above the breast pocket of her neat blazer, there was a gold name tag: Mandy. If I were a betting woman, I would put my money on her being the cause of the abundance of decorations around the lodge. With her round face and tight yellow curls, Mandy even resembled one of the many cherubs that were frolicking in the fake cotton-wool like clouds, dangling above our heads.

“Yes, under Angel Rose. I won the radio competition.”

“Welcome, Miss Rose. Congratulations are certainly in order. We have you down for five days and five nights, with your check out on the 17th, Saturday. You’ll have a wonderful time with us, I can assure you.”

I nodded, excitement building in my body. During my lunch breaks at the office, I'd researched the place last week, shocked at how much my short stay would've cost had I actually been paying for it myself. I mean it was the amount of my monthly paycheck and then some. "Yes, five long and glorious days."

"Perfect," she replied, tapping on her keyboard. "How many keys?"

“Just the one, please,” I answered with an involuntary sigh. Then immediately scolded myself.

Had this been a month ago, I wouldn't be on this trip for two by myself. But sighing was not allowed. Not anymore. I'd promised myself I would not pine over him. It was done. Over. And I was here for me. I did not need to be with anyone on Valentine's Day… in fact, I did not need to be with anyone at all. I was and could be very happy all by myself, I thought with a proud nod.

"Very well," she said and slid over the sleek card along with some instructions on where everything was located onsite. "Events will be running throughout the week, so don't be afraid to join in. We have plenty of singles staying with us too, so don't you worry," she said with an unmistakable wink. "A full list of activities will be in your welcome package in your room. And as you probably know, all your meals and drinks are complementary, part of the competition. Just make sure to charge them to your room and it will all be taken care of. The same goes for any ski equipment you wish to hire and spa treatments you want to indulge in."

Music to my ears. “Thank you very much.”

“Enjoy your stay and if there’s anything you need, just ask for me.” Mandy tapped the bell on the counter and glanced around as if looking for someone. The receptionist tapped it again, ringing out an impatient tinkle. “Rich! Can you take this lady’s items to her room, please?” she said as she spotted a staff member passing by.

“I’m about to go on my break,” he explained, a little hesitant, his gaze lingering on a staff door that he’d nearly reached.

“Rich, please? I can’t leave the desk.”

"It's ok; I'm fine. I can take my own things up."

"No, no. It's all part of the service, isn't it Rich?" Mandy said glaring at him.

He sighed but put on a smile. “Fine. Follow me.” Under his breath I heard him hiss, “You owe me, Mandy.”

Rich, my reluctant porter, grabbed my luggage and I dutifully followed him to the elevator, then pressed the button excitedly before he even had the chance to.