Mistletoe Marathon: Superstitious Brides, #6
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They'll run 26.2 miles for just one kiss.
Amber James has a plan: win the marathon, kiss the man of her dreams, live happily ever after. With only weeks to go until the marathon that will kick start her love life, she finds herself falling not for the man who topped her list, but for the man she hired to train her to win the marathon. Clint Avery is so far out of her league, she knows he'd never give an average girl like Amber a second thought, but then he kisses her and all her plans crumble in the most delicious way possible. She learns that Clint isn't the man she thought, but complicated, vulnerable, and someone she doesn't want to live without.
A combat injured soldier and recovering drug addict turned personal trainer, Clint Avery strives to be a good man. He agrees to train Amber for the marathon because that's his job. She's in it to win the race in order to gain her best friend's attention, but the guy only looks at Amber like a sister, making him a fool. Clint keeps his own feelings for Amber under lock and key until an abandoned dog sends him into a PTSD tailspin. Amber handles his episode of rage and self-loathing like no one ever has and when he kisses her, he can't reel in his desires. She gives up her mission of trying to win another man's affection and gives herself to Clint, but as more rage and self-loathing surfaces, he knows he doesn't deserve someone as extraordinary as Amber. Lucky for him, she's a fighter, not willing to give up on him even when he wants to give up on himself.
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Mistletoe Marathon - Susan Ann Wall
Chapter 1
Amber James had a plan. So what if it required the planets to align, a virginal sacrifice, and worst of all, running. It was a plan, a solid, almost-infallible plan.
She’d be better off selling her soul to the devil, and she just might since that was Plan B. Plan C — to rework her list of potential perfect husbands — was a last resort if all else failed.
Plan A would work, it had to. With a first win under her belt, all her hard work was falling into place.
A toast to Amber,
Clint Avery, her personal trainer, bellowed, holding up a dark beer and commanding the attention of everyone in the pub. Today was her third half marathon and she finished first in the women’s division.
Cheers echoed throughout Madigan’s and Amber gave herself permission to enjoy it. For the first time ever, she wasn’t the average girl with average grades, average athletic ability, average looks...
No, today she excelled. She was a winner for the first time in her life, with a trophy and everything, and no one could take that away from her.
Amber, you worked hard, sister, you deserve this.
Pete Mitchell, one of her best friends and the man who had inspired her plan, handed her a beer, an amber ale, his idea of a joke since one, he didn’t drink, and two, her name was Amber. The whole sister reference made Amber want to hurl, but she took the offered glass and downed half in one go because, yeah, she did deserve it.
You better watch out, man,
Aiden Black, her other best friend since second grade and boss since five months ago, teased. At this rate, she’s going to be kicking your ass.
If she’s going to kick my ass, she’s going to need a better trainer,
Pete chortled.
Your ass is mine,
Clint responded.
The two men could have passed for brothers, and she supposed they were, of sorts, having both served in the army and survived separate explosions, each of them losing a leg as a result. They both still kept their hair cut in a military style, but their beards – Pete’s a dark blonde, Clint’s dark brown – revealed they were no longer in the military. Pete was the taller of the two, more slender, but they both had muscles en masse. Standing next to each other, they looked like a double dip of cookie dough ice cream covered in hot fudge and topped with whipped cream and a cherry.
Boys, boys, boys, let’s dial back the testosterone. This is supposed to be about Amber,
Sadie McAllister added. Amber loved Sadie because she was relatively new to town and didn’t have to pretend to remember Amber from their childhood. Being average made Amber pretty forgettable.
To Amber,
Clint repeated, and everyone else chimed in.
Amber finished the rest of the ale because she wasn’t allowed a double dip of cookie dough, and asked for another. A little bit of liquid courage was a good thing when keeping company with Pete. Her plan was to win the Mistletoe Marathon, Lilac Ridge’s annual race. It was tradition for the first man and first woman to cross the finish line to share a kiss under the mistletoe. Pete had won the marathon for the last two years and held titles from two previous years, before he had joined the army. Since Amber needed a husband and Pete topped her list of local bachelors who qualified as perfect husband material, her plan was to be the first female to cross the finish line so that he would have no choice but to kiss her under the mistletoe. Sparks would fly, passion would take over, marriage would be a natural transition, and her life would finally come together, wrapped in a pretty red bow.
Clint delivered the next ale. Don’t overdue it, babe. You’ve got cross-train tomorrow and don’t want to do that with a hangover.
Cross-train? I thought the day after a race was supposed to be a rest day?
Clint took a long drink of his own beer. No rest for the wanton,
he whispered and winked. Clint, also relatively new to town and a trusted confidante, knew Amber’s plan. He thought she was crazy, but he kept her on task, at least with the training part of her plan. You still have a marathon to train for and the clock is ticking. The first weekend in December is only eight weeks away. You need to break the fifteen mile goal next Saturday.
But—
Every week you’ve had a race, you’ve lost traction. The races are great for your motivation and to mark your progress, but the extra rest day is doing more harm than good. This week, we’re going to stick to the schedule, cross-train tomorrow, rest Monday, then back to running Tuesday.
She hated running.
Ridiculous, yes, but running was the necessary evil to land the only man within a twenty-mile radius who qualified as perfect husband material.
Slave driver,
she muttered.
Clint laughed. That’s why I get paid the big bucks.
No argument there. Amber could have gone on vacation with all the money she’d spent on training for this marathon. She’d tried to do it on her own with an app on her phone, but she lacked the discipline to stick with it. Clint not only kept her on task, but challenged her to dig deep and do more, work harder, beat her previous goals. She couldn’t have won the women’s division today without him there to push her.
He was also pretty nice eye candy. Even though he scored low on her list, it didn’t mean she couldn’t enjoy the visual stimulation while working toward her goal. She was a woman – a very wanton one – after all.
I’m heading out, chickie,
Sadie said, giving Amber a hug. I’ll see you Tuesday.
Sadie was a runner too, but she preferred the shorter distances. Clint led a running group on Tuesdays and Thursdays. That’s how Amber had met Sadie, who had been in the group since moving to Lilac Ridge a year and a half ago.
Call me if something happens,
Sadie whispered, also privy to Amber’s plan.
I’m taking off too,
Aiden said. With any luck, Courtney will be done with school work and still awake.
Clint and Pete patted Aiden on the shoulder, wishing him luck.
If you two are going to hang around, I’m going to hit the ladies’ room,
Pete said.
I’ll hang out,
Clint drawled, sitting back in his chair.
Pete sauntered off, a slight limp in his gait. His leg was amputated just below the knee. He’d always been a runner and always fit, but long races took a toll on him now.
Maybe if she could get him alone, she could talk him into heading out, letting her give him a massage. Maybe a massage would lead to more and she wouldn’t have to win the race to gain his attention.
That pretty blonde has been staring at you all night,
Amber said to Clint, nodding toward the woman at the bar who kept glancing over her shoulder. You should go chat her up.
Your subtle attempt to get Pete alone?
he chuckled, not making a move.
Someone was always around. At work, it was Aiden, because, well, he owned the winery and Pete and Amber both worked for him. Pete preferred to run alone, but occasionally he joined the running group. With five to eight runners on any given night, she had little chance of alone time with the man, even if she could keep pace with him, which she couldn’t. Opportunities like this rarely presented themselves.
I’m just saying, if I’m the only one left for Pete to drive home...
Then maybe he’ll drive you all the way home,
Clint finished.
You men and your euphemisms. Go try one on her.
I’d rather try all my isms on you,
he said. Maybe even a few -asms.
Amber laughed. He was such a flirt. If she wasn’t so sure Pete was the one, and if she thought she had more than a one in a billion chance with Clint, she’d be flattered. It’s no wonder you’re single with lines like that.
You love my lines, admit it.
She should tell him to stop flirting because she wasn’t any good at it, but Clint put the O in H-O-T and Amber enjoyed the attention because she so rarely got any from men of Clint’s caliber.
Looking toward the bathroom, she noticed Pete chatting up a pretty brunette. Great, just what she needed, competition.
Clint followed her gaze when she sighed, shaking his head as he turned back to her. Your subtlety isn’t working, Amber. Maybe it’s time to up your game.
I’ve tried to up my game,
she countered, a shiver racing up her spine at the memory of her feeble attempts to get Pete to think of her as something more than his good ole pal, or worse, as a sister. I’ve invited him to dinner, invited him kayaking, even tried to share a room with him when we did that breast cancer run in Vermont. He doesn’t take me seriously.
And you really think a kiss under the mistletoe is going to change that?
Absolutely.
The confidence in her voice was a big, fat lie, and based on Clint’s expression, he knew it.
He took a long, slow drink, the intensity in his stare sending another shiver racing down her spine. Clint was the kind of man who could make a woman go up in smoke with just a gaze. Based on the tattoos on his ribcage, he’d done just that over and over and over. It’s one of the reasons he didn’t score high on her list. I don’t get it. There are plenty of men out there. Why are you trying so hard to impress someone who doesn’t return your affection?
Because Pete was perfect husband material. He had a good job and because Amber was the human resources manager at the winery, she knew exactly how much he made. She wasn’t superficial, but a good job and stable salary were important when starting a family, her ultimate goal. Which brought her to the genetic part of the equation. Pete was hot. He was on a different scale from Clint, who had the whole bad-boy vibe going on. Pete didn’t just look the nice guy part, he was a nice guy, always had been. He had a great family, too, and he was familiar. There were no unknowns with Pete, no surprises.
When she didn’t answer, Clint took her hand, his thumb caressing her knuckles. Why not go out with me?
She laughed, a spit your drink kind of laugh, so lucky for her, she hadn’t been taking a drink.
Why is that funny?
he asked.
Amber pulled her hand away because even though she liked the attention, she didn’t want to give Clint the wrong idea. We’re not really in the same league,
she admitted. Amber wasn’t even in the minor league, or hell, even little league. When it came to men and dating, she was on the biddy team.
Are you playing on a girl’s only team?
he asked, brow raised.
Of course not,
she chuffed. That would be her sister’s team. Amber definitely preferred the co-ed team, not that she played often. She’d mostly been sitting the bench her whole life.
Then we’re in the same league, babe.
They weren’t. Clint was gorgeous, experienced, the kind of guy who could have any woman he wanted. He was a shameless flirt and she’d heard Pete tell enough stories to know that Clint’s flirting scored him countless home runs.
You’re very sweet and good for my self-esteem.
She sat up straight and took a drink when Pete made his way back to the table.
Guys, this is Sam.
Hi, Sam,
Amber and Clint said in stereo as if they were in a group meeting.
I hope you don’t mind, but I’m going to steal Pete for a while. He promised to buy me a drink.
Amber did mind. She was making strides toward getting