SERENDIPITY FALLS (book one) by Patrice Wilton Sneak Peek

SERENDIPITY FALLS (book one) by Patrice Wilton
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Serendipity Falls is the first book in a sexy new romantic comedy series by Patrice Wilton. Romance blooms in the small town of Serendipity Falls, in the foothills of Mammoth, California. There’s a wedding a month and divorces are non existent. Out-of-towners are flocking in on weekends to visit, and perhaps find love, speculating on whether it’s the natural spring water or something in the air. Whatever it is, they hope to find it.

Tara Reynolds is a new pastry chef for the mountain resort, and love is the last thing on her mind when she arrives for the winter, but the handsome Olympian skier who owns a local bar has become quite irresistible. Can the mysterious forces in this town unite this couple who are fighting it every step of the way?

PROLOGUE

I’m Cupid. You know, that cute little angel floating around with a tiny bow and arrow. Well, let me tell you something-it’s not so cute when you’re 180 years old. Not in human life, but in Cupid life. We live to be at least 500, giving joy and love to humans who don’t even believe we exist.

Not that I’m grumpy, but this sure is a thankless job. If you have a moment I’ll tell you why.

I live in the small California town of Serendipity Falls. It’s a popular tourist spot due to the spectacular 200-foot waterfall that streams down the side of the mountain and pools into an emerald green lake. It’s the last place to fuel up, stretch your legs, or grab a bite to eat before you reach the ski hills at Mammoth. We’re talking a gigantic mountain, with the highest elevation of any ski area around--over 11,000 feet, and if that doesn’t scare you, nothing will.

I tried playing Cupid there because I like the cool mountain air, and I was fed up competing in “the big city” with Cupids younger than me, but that didn’t work out. To be honest, I’m scared of heights, so I skedaddled, landing in this idyllic town. For all my grouching, I’m sure glad I did. The population is small so you’d think I’d get bored and move on, but that’s not the case.

We have a brand spanking new mall that’s attracting visitors to the area, with sporting good shops, snazzy boutiques and a slew of big name stores, like Wal-Mart, Home Depot, a Macy’s, even Sears too. There’s also a multiplex movie theatre, an ice-skating rink, and several restaurants to satisfy your appetite.

I have plenty of people to use as target practice with my arrows of love, but still, for all the zapping I do I never get any credit. That’s my biggest beef with this place. The town folk boast about their falls and the natural spring water, and how romance blooms in Serendipity. I listen to them marvel about the unnatural amount of weddings, and I want to stamp my feet. Yes, I do have feet, pointy little ears, and a perfectly good bow and arrow, which I should use to pierce their backsides with. Perhaps, then I’d get some respect!

The only day I ever get recognition is Valentine’s Day, and for me that’s Christmas, Easter, every memorable holiday wrapped into one. I celebrate by binging on chocolate, and although I haven’t met a truffle I didn’t like, I’m especially partial to Godiva. Oh, dear, I got side-tracked, didn’t I?

What I was saying is that in a town of ten thousand, we’re having at least one wedding a month, and they think the water is responsible for that? Come on! I’m shooting pink darts, and I’m not so old that my aim’s off either. I alternate my time between the mall and the restaurant across from the falls where I have the best view, the best leftover nibbles, and can see all the travelers who come through the door.

If you don’t believe me, come by and see for yourself.

Oh, wait. Someone just walked in. A pretty young lady. She’s alone and looks distraught. I better wander over and hear her story. You might want to listen in.