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Chalet Girls
Lorraine Wilson

'You've just found your perfect next read!' USA Today Bestselling author Kitty FrenchWhat happens when life in Verbier suddenly goes off-piste?Lucy’s been bowled over by the sexy extreme skier who’s hurtled into her life. But can she accept Seb’s commitment to his adrenaline-filled career?Trusting any man is out of the question after what’s happened to Beth. So why is she so drawn to twinkly-eyed Dan when he’s leaving at the end of the season?Sophie’s madly in love with her gorgeous fiancé, Luc. Only instead of gleefully planning the winter wedding of her dreams, all she wants is to run and hide…Three Chalet Girls are about to strap on their skis and find out!

Chalet Girls

LORRAINE WILSON

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Table of Contents

Cover (#u76e4e1b3-dbaf-547c-9138-408957799fcb)

Title Page (#ub41f7614-cf14-5dd0-b046-4324f636bbf9)

Copyright (#u93e5f3ec-9019-5754-a14f-c9d6399666cd)

Dedication (#uaa48df80-8196-50d9-ad97-053f2f04ef78)

Chapter 1 (#u6c5bb478-8f1f-5b96-81c4-bcfee9a143f1)

Chapter 2 (#udc5404e6-36c7-5cc0-8e0f-46289b16da5d)

Chapter 3 (#ud56bc61f-b9f5-5b48-8153-24ebd5be5d05)

Chapter 4 (#u01314e08-ecd6-5f8a-b48c-dc7d25d87117)

Chapter 5 (#uc4d57907-c92d-51be-8c70-00f1903a6dbd)

Chapter 6 (#u19e97d85-36bb-5fd8-b7d1-cb764e8d23f1)

Chapter 7 (#u03857e3b-7980-521f-9793-bd3715100508)

Chapter 8 (#u5e46ea93-f65b-5c9e-8717-dbac72b5acd1)

Chapter 9 (#u2a4f8106-c565-5221-b495-4ab536b9f082)

Chapter 10 (#u5b3b6e58-4211-5f85-b483-a774e62419b8)

Chapter 11 (#ud2b4bfdd-aa76-521a-8de9-cf8f6b2bebe8)

Chapter 12 (#u2fc88635-fda7-58ae-a56b-9c2022757e85)

Chapter 13 (#ufbec7a93-511b-565e-9cda-06773d051c6c)

Chapter 14 (#u38a413c8-79cd-5638-a73d-cd6c9c4d9cc9)

Chapter 15 (#ufc4587b9-5079-50a8-ac5c-aebb5b47c861)

Chapter 16 (#u028777d3-8777-5199-8fc2-e6e8e3c3ed19)

Chapter 17 (#ubfdfd320-50f8-5e1a-abbb-3894985e0ddc)

Chapter 18 (#u0366ec4e-de69-54ac-81b8-bde73c3ddc41)

Chapter 19 (#uad7937ed-fd3b-5c3b-a77c-d8899687d065)

Chapter 20 (#ucb624a30-605b-52a5-82c4-64293b015124)

Chapter 21 (#u32e4328c-7a91-5353-9999-ffe9ee612b8a)

Chapter 22 (#u662d4eab-a8fc-54ab-a2d5-1d32d39081b9)

Chapter 23 (#ud2d75964-b47d-5446-96d8-83b35547d0c9)

Chapter 24 (#ud7f9e2c2-7441-53f1-9f46-9adead1a76c2)

Chapter 25 (#u49de9b8d-71f6-577e-aa72-b095d5d9c57d)

Chapter 26 (#u2f73504b-fa7c-5095-a1a9-ebd1c0fdd950)

Chapter 27 (#uee2f0d8e-0306-5557-9166-32ecf9fa0689)

Also by Lorraine Wilson (#ufa625ef3-56e6-51d1-aea1-cfbe8f882bdd)

About the Author (#u9c7d5863-ab10-5ad1-8825-d063986ea57d)

About HarperImpulse (#u52580a25-40ca-5b5b-9a32-7bbf14a3080b)

About the Publisher (#u80d53411-80b2-5db7-ac8a-33fd994ff4d1)

For Pip, a very special rescue dog

Chapter 1 (#u0adee322-f40e-5317-acd4-4956ab310f30)

From: benross21@yahoo.com

To: lucy.ross@hotmail.com

Subject: World domination

Hi Lucy,

How’s it going in the land of the millionaires? Mum saw something in the Daily Mail about chalet girls taking their tops off for cocktails and shagging in gondolas. She’s now convinced you’re up to no good.

Are you? I do hope so ;-)

Sadly, I suspect you’re being a good girl, which seems like such a waste tbh. If Dad could spare me from the croft I’d be out there like a shot.

Anyway, you owe me one because I’ve been doing my best to convince Mum you’re much more likely to be entering competitions and following in the footsteps of Jenny Jones, that chalet girl-turned-Winter Games medalist you keep going on about. If you could set yourself on the path to Winter Games stardom that would probably take the heat off.

I also showed her photos on the net of all the Royals and celebrities who holiday in Verbier to convince her you’re not living in a den of iniquity.

So, I’ve stopped her getting on a plane to drag you home. All you have to do now is win a Winter Games’ medal and bag a Royal. Easy peasy ;-)

Seriously, though, I do miss you, little sis. I hope you make it back home for a visit once the winter season’s over.

I’ll leave you with a joke:

Q- How many chalet girls does it take to screw in a light bulb?

A- None. Chalet girls screw in hot tubs. Ha ha.

Love from your exceptionally witty brother,

Ben

LUCY

As I read the email, two things occur to me. One – my brother Ben is a dillop-brain. Two – unfortunately he knows me far too well.

I slip my phone back into my jeans pocket. I’ve got more important things on my mind and thinking about Mum always puts a downer on my mood. I don’t want to feel sad this evening.

Tash would appreciate the joke, I’m sure. Out of the four of us chalet girls sharing a dorm room at Chalet Repos this season, she’‘s the only one who has almost certainly had sex with a guest in a hot tub. Rebecca would worry about being caught, Beth is new and has only been here for five minutes and I … well, it’s the ski, not the après ski that drew me to Verbier.

I would love nothing more than to follow in Jenny Jones’ footsteps. Chalet girl to Winter Games medalist is quite a leap, though.

‘We need to get going.’ I’m practically bouncing with impatience, keen to get everyone out of the dorm room so we can get on our way. ‘The screening starts at eight o’clock.’

‘We‘ve got plenty of time.’ Tash stares dreamily into her little compact mirror, perfecting her cat-like eye make-up.

Tash has been transformed in the time I’ve known her; her spiky edginess morphing into a more chilled and dreamy version of herself. Like a cactus transforming into a rose – fewer spikes, but still the odd thorn if you press in the wrong place.

She’s lovestruck. I even heard her whistling while she unloaded the dishwasher this morning. It’s weirding me out but I’ve no doubt her innate snarkiness will be making a come-back all too soon. Particularly now Holly’s put Amelia and Matt in charge of Chalet Repos – a decision I think must’ve been made under the influence of baby-brain. The sleep deprivation of new motherhood has to be blinding Holly to the potential explosive danger of making Amelia Tash’s boss.

At least for the moment there are no audible ticking bombs. Tash came back from her last visit with Nate blissed out and beaming, as though all her cocktails had come at once. Then she went on to describe in lurid detail how it wasn’t just the cocktails, if you know what I mean. I never know what to say when the others talk about sex. I usually stay quiet and hope no one will notice. It wouldn’t usually be much of a problem but they do talk about sex a lot.

I’ve not experienced the spell Tash is under first-hand. I’m curious – okay, maybe the teensiest bit wistful. It might be nice to be that blissed out by a man.

Not that I’d let myself mope around like that over anyone. I’m more of a doer.