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Twice Navy SEAL Curtis Lloyd has been ready to marry. Twice his bride to be has left him at the last minute for another man. So when a bride and her bridesmaid crash their car just outside Base Camp, in the biggest snowstorm this century, Curtis knows he has to get them to their wedding in Bozeman even if they have to walk the whole way. His motives aren’t entirely selfless: He needs a bride, too, in order to save the sustainable community he joined when he left the military, and feisty maid of honor Hope Martin is just the kind of woman he’d like to take to the altar.
I think this is now my favorite so far in this series.
Curtis has lost out on brides twice, this second time leaves him with only 5 days to find another bride and there’s a blizzard on the way. As the snow begins to fall he starts to think there’s no hope and it will be his fault they lose everything they’ve worked so hard for.
While Curtis is being left at the alter another Bride is preparing to leave Illinois to travel to Bozeman, Montana for her wedding. Raina didn’t want to leave her job until the last minute so along with her maid of honor Hope she was undertaking the twenty-four hour drive. Raina also reveals she isn’t coming back to Illinois, the newlyweds would be staying in Bozeman. However, Raina’s fiance Ben’s best man Scott, has an in at Yellowstone and possibly a job opportunity for Hope as a Park Ranger.
As soon as Raina heard about Curtis’ predicament, she formulated a change of plans. Hope needed a husband so they could eventually raise their children together. Curtis is the perfect candidate for her scheme.
Since Hope hasn’t seen the show, Raina manages to pull off getting stuck at the drive to the camp.
This is one of many favorite scenes.
Curtis tried to control the smile tugging at his mouth and wondered if he’d succeeded. “That’s all good information,” he told Raina.
“Ask and ye shall receive, right?” She shrugged innocently. “I got a Base Camp Bulletin yesterday. Heard all about the way Michele married her assistant instead of—” She broke off. “Anyway, enough of all that. Let’s just say I’m up to date on all the Base Camp news.”
Jesus. “You know about Michele—?”
“I know everything. You’re still looking, right?” she asked innocently.
She didn’t beat around the bush, did she? “I’m still looking,” Curtis confirmed.
Hope, obviously baffled by their banter, cleared her throat. “We really need to be on our way tonight,” she said firmly, but she slid a glance his way. Was she checking him out?
For the first time since the show began, Curtis thanked the social media department. He and most of the others on the show avoided the Base Camp website and marketing efforts as much as they could. He hadn’t known why anyone would want to get updates on their phones.
Now it seemed kind of brilliant.
“How’d you happen to be near Base Camp, anyway?”
Raina’s eyes went wide, and Curtis realized he’d stepped in it.
“We needed gas,” Hope said.
“Gas is the other way—ouch!”
Anders rubbed his shoulder when Curtis punched him. “What did you do that for?”
Curtis shot him what he hoped was a significant look, and Anders said, “Oh… right. Anyone could have made that mistake in a snowstorm.”
Not exactly true. The signs for the gas station and the center of town would have been hard to miss. How had Raina managed it?
Had she come here and crashed her car on purpose?
That was gutsy—or crazy. Curtis wondered if he ought to be worried.
“It was an honest mistake,” Raina said, but when Hope turned to look at the car, she winked at Curtis. “Thought you could use a hand.”
“We’re the ones who need a hand.” Hope pointed to the car’s back bumper. It was crumpled, pressing into the left back tire.
“Come to the bunkhouse, and we’ll get this sorted out,” Curtis said again. “We’ll pull out your car in the morning.” He figured two women—even if they were unhinged—couldn’t do much damage with a passel of Navy SEALs around. Besides, Raina might be little weird, but Hope seemed pretty normal to him.
“I don’t think we should go anywhere with strangers,” Hope said to Raina.
“They’re not strangers. I’ve watched every episode of Base Camp. I know these guys better than they know themselves. Come on, Hope, please? How often do you get to see where a television show is filmed? There’ll be film crews everywhere, so we’ll be perfectly safe, right?” She turned back to Curtis.
“Unfortunately, almost the whole crew already packed it in and headed to town about an hour ago, before the roads got too bad, but you’ll still be safe with us. There are plenty of other women in camp.”
Hope shivered, and Curtis resisted the urge to unzip his jacket, pull her in close and wrap the sides of the garment around her. They could warm each other up—
Heck, he was getting ahead of himself. Although maybe he should, given his looming deadline.
“What do you think, Hope?” he asked. Raina might talk a lot, but he knew Hope was the head of this operation. She was the one who’d make the decision.
“Fine, we’ll come with you. But the minute the snow stops, we get back on the road.”
She didn’t sound too pleased, but Curtis was already counting his lucky stars. So far he liked Hope, and he didn’t have any other prospects. Luckily, according to the weather report, the snow wasn’t going to stop for several days.
Maybe that would be enough time to convince her to like him back.
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Now Hope has a planner, her life and days planned out almost to the second. She’s about to have her whole world turned upside down, even as Curtis helps her knock off a couple of things from her bucket type list.
I loved every single page of this book, I laughed, held my breath and crossed my fingers too, as Curtis fulfills his promise to get Raina to her wedding, and courts Hope.
Lot’s of surprises, snow filled adventures, and so much more!
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USA Today and NYT Times bestselling author Cora Seton loves cowboys, country life, gardening, bike-riding, and lazing around with a good book. Mother of four, wife to a computer programmer/eco-farmer, she ditched her California lifestyle nine years ago and moved to a remote logging town in northwestern British Columbia.
Like the characters in her novels, Cora enjoys old-fashioned pursuits and modern technology, spending mornings transforming a one-acre lot into a paradise of orchards, berry bushes and market gardens, and afternoons writing the latest Chance Creek romance novel on her iPad mini.