This is a day I never thought I'd share with the world. The day that this very special book was out. Originally contracted as another series by another publisher, who would for years hold this...as I would say...captive, it was finally released to me to share with everyone!!!
This book was a gift to me of sorts. When I was approached about writing it I had no idea what I would write about. There were many chapters started and many thrown away. Then one night a friend visited me in a dream. I had known this friend from birth and we lost him in 1992 at the dear age of 21. But he came to me and said, "Hey, Bern," as he would and gave me a nod. He was dressed in hockey gear and he was infamous for his long hair--his hair hung from under the helmet. Now I don't remember him ever playing hockey, but as many of you know all 5 of my boys do, so it was a natural to write about hockey. So there...the story was born.
My friend's name was Christopher and Christopher is the patron saint of travelers. The book was originally titled Guardian Angel, which tied in with the name, the necklace in the book, and the play on names. But with its hockey and ice arena theme...On Thin Ice makes its statement.
Another fun part of this book for me was to describe the feel of hockey. If you have ever been to a local arena you know there is a horrible smell that comes with the sport. I tried to tie that in to the ice arena in Aspen Creek. Also during the time I was writing this we had a coach who you could prominently hear yell, "Get the Puck!" You'll find that little saying in here a lot.
I'm just so happy to share this book with you all! I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it!
Happy Reading,
Bernadette Marie
Available from 5 Prince Publishing www.5princebooks.com books@5princebooks.com
Genre: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
Release Date: September 4, 2013
Digital ISBN 13:978-1-939217-75-2 ISBN 10: 1-939217-75-X
Print ISBN 13:978-1-939217-76-9 ISBN 10: 1-939217-76-8
Purchase link : www.5princebooks.com/buy.html
On Thin Ice:
Malory (Wil) Wilson needed to recover from her divorce. A nice transition from West Coast life back to Aspen Creek, the small Colorado mountain town she grew up in would put things straight. The plan was foolproof until she discovered that the first man to break her heart, retired NHL player Christopher Douglas, also returned to Aspen Creek.
Christopher had taken enough hits in his career. He didn’t know his heart would take one when Wil returned to Aspen Creek. Hell bent on winning her over after having broken her heart years earlier, he will risk everything to get her back—including his life.
When the ice rink Malory’s father built faces being shut down the couple find themselves working together to save the business. However, forgiveness and newfound love just might come to a crashing end when Christopher’s archenemy skates into town bent on revenge.
Skating on thin ice, without a guardian angel looking out for Christopher, Malory could lose him forever.
Bernadette Marie has been an avid writer since the early age of 13, when she’d fill notebook after notebook with stories that she’d share with her friends. Her journey into novel writing started the summer before eighth grade when her father gave her an old typewriter. At all times of the day and night you would find her on the back porch penning her first work, which she would continue to write for the next 22 years.
In 2007—after marriage, filling her chronic entrepreneurial needs, and having five children—Bernadette began to write seriously with the goal of being published. That year she wrote 12 books. In 2009 she was contracted for her first trilogy and the published author was born. In 2011 she (being the entrepreneur that she is) opened her own publishing house, 5 Prince Publishing, and has released her own contemporary titles. She also quickly began the process of taking on other authors in other genres.
In 2012 Bernadette Marie began to find herself on the bestsellers lists of iTunes, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble to name a few. Her office wall is lined with colorful PostIt notes with the titles of books she will be releasing in the very near future, with hope that they too will grace the bestsellers lists.
Bernadette spends most of her free time driving her kids to their many events—usually hockey. She is also an accomplished martial artist with a second degree black belt in Tang Soo Do. An avid reader, she enjoys contemporary romances with humor and happily ever afters.
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Enjoy an excerpt from On Thin Ice:
Malory let her mother’s eyes follow her as she walked down
the corridor toward the ice. There were no figure skaters on the ice as she’d
first thought. She didn’t have to see it to know that. The sound was of a
single skater. The short stops that tore up the ice and the sound of wood
hitting the cold hard surface said hockey player. There was the sound of the
puck sliding on the ice. The ping as the puck ricocheted off of the pole and
the crack of the stick against the ice in a fit of anger resonated through the
arena. Curses that flew from the mouth of the player confirmed that the player
was an adult and had missed the mark of the net. A low laugh escaped her
throat. You were never too old to enjoy indoor ice.
She turned down the short hall that led to the ice. The
smell of adrenaline and sweat had permeated every crevice of the building over
the years. It was a nasty smell, but it too made her feel at home.
Breathing deeply, she lifted her head to watch the hockey
player she’d heard when she walked in. She saw him and gasped. He skated down
the ice, around the other net, keeping the puck on the edge of his stick and
then as he hit the blue line, he smacked the puck into the net. He turned back
around, caught the puck with the stick, and then caught her eye.
The crooked grin that erupted on his face made her heart
rate kick up. It raced so fast that she wasn’t sure her chest would hold it
inside any longer. Fifteen years had passed since they’d last spoken, but not a
day had gone by that she hadn’t thought of him.
Malory tried to will her feet to walk closer to the door he
skated toward. She found the task hard to do. His hair was long and peeked out
of the sides and back of his helmet. His dark eyes sparkled as he neared her.
By the time he’d unlatched the door, she realized she’d
walked toward him and now he towered above her only inches away. At six foot
three, he was an enormous sight in front of her. The skates added at least
three more inches to his height. He wore no pads, but his shoulders were square
and muscular under his loose jersey.
“You did come home.” The crooked smile returned to his lips.
All she could do was nod.
“Well, I’ve waited a lot of years to see you in person.” He
dropped his stick to the floor and bent down to her. He grabbed the lapel of
her coat and pulled her to him, crushing his cold lips against hers.
The assault of his mouth against hers made her head swim.
She couldn’t think enough to push away or even enjoy the moment. Shock riddled
her entire body and paralyzed her. By the time she gave into the kiss, which
wasn’t just a peck, but a full-out possession of her lips, he rocked back and
looked down at her, still holding tight to her coat.
“Wil, it’s been a long time.”
Tears almost erupted from her eyes when he called her Wil.
She’d never cared for the shortened version of her last name as her nickname,
but she’d grown used to it. However, no one had called her that since she’d
left Aspen Creek. Her mother had given her the nickname and her father had
never even called her Malory. Neither had Christopher Douglas.
