You Can't Have But One Man (Trilogy Bundle)

By Melissa F. Hart

Book One: Buried In The Snow

Janet Wilson, having saved up for the trip of a lifetime—a ski trip to Austria—gets buried in an avalanche her first day there. To the rescue is the owner of the lodge where she’s staying and the head ski instructor, Franz Eigner.

It’s easy to fall in love with the charismatic and handsome Eigner, but there are several stumbling blocks along the way, not the least of which is a messed-up family life and a conundrum along the way for Janet when she finds out who Franz’s partner is.

Book Two: Winter or Spring

Janet Wilson took the vacation of a lifetime in Austria when she went on a skiing holiday that turned out to be fraught with danger, excitement, and plenty of romance. Too much so, she thought, as she sat waiting for news of ski instructor Franz Eigner who’d gone missing. Comforted by Franz’s equally as charismatic father, Jurgen, Janet finds later that her feelings for both father and son have grown stronger, and she knows that she will have to make a big decision about which one to choose. And soon. Her vacation is almost over.

Book Three: The Decision

Janet Wilson has the decision of a lifetime to make when she must choose either Jurgen Eigner or Franz Eigner, Jurgen’s son. Along with the big decision, Janet vows to help Jurgen back to health as she feels responsible for his fall off the balcony of the ski lodge.

She enlists the aid of someone she knows back home in Santa Barbara and when the woman arrives, Janet finds more help than she could ever have imagined, plus a very satisfactory solution to her one big huge problem.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MFH Ink Publishing
• Release date: Mar 3, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301022939

Melissa F. Hart

I started writing romance fiction since I was 16 years old. I'm now a published writer thanks to the wonderful world of ebooks.I live in Canada and I love the winter months. As you can see, I wrote several books related to the winter holidays.I'm not represented by an agent and I'm a proud indie. I have learned how to create websites and edit images, design book covers, etc. All my books and what you see on this website I have created myself.I'm currently a certified accountant but my dream is to be a full-time independent writer of hot erotic romance books.

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You Can’t Have But One Man

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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Books in the series

Buried in the snow - Volume 1

Winter or Spring - Volume 2

The Decision - Volume 3

You can`t have but one man - trilogy

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Synopsis

Book One: Buried In The Snow

Janet Wilson, having saved up for the trip of a lifetime—a ski trip to Austria—gets buried in an avalanche her first day there. To the rescue is the owner of the lodge where she’s staying and the head ski instructor, Franz Eigner.

It’s easy to fall in love with the charismatic and handsome Eigner, but there are several stumbling blocks along the way, not the least of which is a messed-up family life and a conundrum along the way for Janet when she finds out who Franz’s partner is.

Book Two: Winter or Spring

Janet Wilson took the vacation of a lifetime in Austria when she went on a skiing holiday that turned out to be fraught with danger, excitement, and plenty of romance. Too much so, she thought, as she sat waiting for news of ski instructor Franz Eigner who’d gone missing. Comforted by Franz’s equally as charismatic father, Jurgen, Janet finds later that her feelings for both father and son have grown stronger, and she knows that she will have to make a big decision about which one to choose. And soon. Her vacation is almost over.

Book Three: The Decision

Janet Wilson has the decision of a lifetime to make when she must choose either Jurgen Eigner or Franz Eigner, Jurgen’s son. Along with the big decision, Janet vows to help Jurgen back to health as she feels responsible for his fall off the balcony of the ski lodge.

She enlists the aid of someone she knows back home in Santa Barbara and when the woman arrives, Janet finds more help than she could ever have imagined, plus a very satisfactory solution to her one big huge problem.

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Table of Contents

Buried In the Snow

Winter or Spring

The Decision

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Buried In the Snow

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I COULD SEE the light at the end of the tunnel. The problem was the uncountable feet of snow packed in around me. Even so, I was thankful of the light coming in because it provided hope.

Maybe I wasn’t going to die on a mountainside in Austria.

I’m an idiot, I muttered to myself. "That staff member was right. I shouldn’t rush out and try the first slope that beckoned me with it’s glistening purity and untouched crispness and startling beauty.

I shouldn’t have stood at the top of the mountain and looked around at the alps.

A drop of melted snow fell on my face, then another. I reached up and took it into my mouth because even though I was surrounded by frozen water, I was parched. Then I thought about the water and was afraid.

What if the snow surrounding me melted and collapsed? I’d be dead—the air pocket around me filled in and leaving nothing to breath.

There goes my vacation of a lifetime.

What a waste of money.

I almost cried.

All they’d find would be a crumpled-up postcard bought in the gift shop even before I got to my room. The resort was classic—all ski lodge and Austrian perfect and pretty as the proverbial postcard, which fortunately, they did sell in the lobby because that was the one I bought. A ski instructor—blond hair shining in the brilliant sunlight and teeth as white as the snow and muscled arms showing even under his parka—standing in front with a group of happy tourists around him.

That could have been me.

Maybe it will be, if I don’t die.

I cried, and the snow around me started to melt faster.

I began to panic and tried to move my body, half fearing a collapse but also half hoping I could start to dig my way out.

I heard some noises way off in the distance. It sounded like someone was laughing and having fun a mile away. I knew I was passing out again because my face felt incredibly hot and my heart was beating like an approaching freight train.

Maybe the voices in the distance belonged to people who could hear my heart and come and rescue me.

"Shit! I was going to die.

I was angry and frustrated and happy and sad, all at the same time. My world began to spin around me. The voices got closer.

Suddenly, I heard noises very close and a man’s voice and he was speaking in German—urgently and rapidly and loudly.

I felt vibrations over my head and the light at the end of my tunnel got brighter.

Maybe I was going to die and I’d soon be on the other side of that light.

I smiled when I thought about that shining blond-haired ski instructor on my postcard. It was clutched in my hand and I had placed it over my heart, because hope is hope and you can always dream—even if you’re going to die.

They found me passed out and with a big smile on my face and my arm clutching the damp postcard in my hand.

At least, that’s what Franz Eigner told me later as he smiled down at me—his brilliantly white teeth in a huge grin and one tanned hand brushing aside my hair as he strapped me onto a stretcher as they carried me down the slope towards the ski lodge.

The rescuers wore skis and because I saw the snow and gorgeous mountain scenery whizzing by and I was alive, it felt like a ride at Walt Disney World.

HERE, TRY THIS hot chocolate, he told me, concern written all over his incredibly handsome face.

Even though I’d almost died, I wasn’t dead now and the man hovering over me was starting to turn me on. My God, I told myself, I thought everything about me would be frozen solid after being under the snow for hours, but there’s a certain tingling down there. Maybe Franz Eigner, this stunning-and-apparently-in-his-twenties man, can thaw me out.

His eye color changed from light to medium to dark blue, depending upon the light coming in and if there was a lot of sun or a little filtering through the wall to ceiling windows of the lodge. I saw shutters to the sides and I knew that