Title: Landing Luck
Author: Tracy Krimmer
Release Date: March 8th, 2017
Genre: Holiday Romantic Comedy
Humiliation follows Aida Wilde wherever she goes. When her opportunity to prove herself at work goes awry, she’s certain her entire future is doomed.
Wes Luedeke seems to have it all as CEO of his own company. But it can be lonely at the top.
Can down on her luck Aida help Wes find his way to happiness? And will outgoing Wes teach Aida to own her embarrassing situations?
The last time I went sledding I was in the fifth grade. Once I hit middle school, I labeled myself too cool for sledding. That was something the little kids, the babies, did. I traded my sled for roller skates and spent most of my time at Skate-O-Rama trying to get Max Davidson to skate with me during the slow skate. I waited for “Everything I Do (I Do It For You)” to be played by the DJ, and Heidi and our friend Carrie tried their best to push me to ask Max to skate. They threatened to do it for me but never did. By the time I built up the nerve to ask him, Tabitha Rivers beat me to it.
When Wes wastes no time grabbing his sled from the back of his truck and racing up the hill, I remember how much I enjoyed doing this. Skating was fun, but throwing social cliques and romance into it only complicated things and at times made the entire experience more stressful than enjoyable. Sledding didn’t have any hidden agendas—just a group of people racing down a hill.
With the green saucer in my hand, I take my time making my way up to the top. I’m wearing boots, but not exactly the kind made for sledding. And I don’t have snow pants. Or a face mask. Or thermal gloves. My mom made me put on layers when I participated in any outdoor, winter activities, and here I am, only one layer, thin gloves, and a hat that barely covers my ears.
I stand at the top of the hill, and Wes is already flying down, yelling at the top of his lungs. His voice echoes around me, and I clutch my belly as I laugh. Once he hits the bottom of the hill, he slides across the flatter surface, bouncing up and down until he comes to a complete stop. He waves at me, and I wave back and wait patiently for him to climb the hill again to meet me.
“Scared to go down?” His breath fogs the air, his cheeks pink as cotton candy from the cold.
“Not at all. I’m pretty sure this isn’t something you forget how to do.”
“I do this every single year, and I’m kind of a pro. Race you down?”
“I’m not sure.” I hug the sled to my chest. “It’s just that the last one down is a rotten egg, and I’m not sure I want that for you.”
Wes cocks his head, his eyebrows pulling together. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, the last one down is a rotten egg!” I throw myself down on the sled, belly first, and speed down the hill. The snow startles me as it crashes onto my jeans, and I scream just as Wes did. He shouts something behind me, but I can’t understand what he says. I grip the saucer as I clear the bottom of the hill and slide across the icy path, showing no signs of slowing down. A snow bank is in my view as I spin to the left. I push my body to the right to steer away from it. I manage to avoid the good three feet of snow, but I slide off my sled, my butt spinning on the ice, frigid shards of snow splashing into my shirt, down my pants, and all over my face.
“Aida, are you okay?” Wes rushes to my side and helps me up from the ground.
“Yeah.” I spit snow out of my mouth. “That was awesome.” I giggle through the words, Wes responding with an odd stare.
“You thought that was fun? You totally bailed!”
“Bailed is my middle name. Well, my actual middle name is Bailey, but I’ve been known to take a few tumbles here and there. Bailed fits me nicely.” I pat my pants down. “I’ve learned to brush it off.”
Only in the past few days, though. Something like this isn’t quite as embarrassing as making a presentation with a boob hanging out. Crashing while sledding is supposed to happen. It’s all part of the experience.
He places his hand on my back as we begin to walk off the icy area. “We should get you out of these wet clothes.”
My body stiffens, and I imagine his hand on more than just my back. He wants to see me naked.
“I mean, I should take you home so you can change into something dry. Your legs must be freezing, not to mention your hands.”
Oh. Duh. I’m glad the cold has already reddened my cheeks. Here he is being sweet, wanting to be sure I don’t develop frostbite, and I’m picturing a make-out session. He’s right, though, that I should change. My back is so cold from the snow sneaking into my jacket, and my legs feel like needles are poking them.
“Yeah. That’s probably a good idea.” I don’t want to cut the date short, but the alternative is frostbite. That’s not very appealing.
He picks up my sled so he’s holding both of them and slides his arm around my waist as we make our way back to his truck.
He opens the door and helps me in. “Maybe once you’re changed and dry, we can have a cup of coffee.”
I’d like that.
Say Hello to author Tracy Krimmer!
Tracy’s love of writing began at nine years old. She wrote stories about aliens at school, machines that did homework for you, and penguins. Now she pens books and short stories about romance. She loves to read a great book, whether it be romance or science fiction, or any genre in between, or pop popcorn and catch up on her favorite TV shows or movies. She’s been known to crush a candy or two as well. Her loves include fitness, reading, coffee, dogs, and naps (not in that order), and her dislikes are blue cheese, cold weather, and burpees.
Thank you, Tracy, for allowing me to feature your fabulous book, Finding Luck, on For the Love of Chick Lit. Your covers are always so gorgeous!!