Today is the worst day of Robin Kincaid’s life.
She’s supposed to fly to Seattle to finalize her divorce so her two-timing husband can marry his very pregnant secretary. But when Mt. Redoubt erupts, all planes in or out of Anchorage are grounded. Robin isn’t going anywhere until tomorrow.
Then, there are no hotel rooms available, this being the height of tourism season in Alaska. Reluctantly, Robin agrees to share a suite with fellow stranded traveler and wealthy businessman, Charlie Land.
As for Charlie, he’s got one day to convince this oh-so-desirable woman that life’s too short to live in the painful past.
She’s his tour guide. He’s the salve for her broken heart.
Both of their lives will be changed forever by a beautiful day in Alaska.
A Beautiful Day in Alaska is a contemporary romantic novella. The book currently has 12 reviews with a cumulative rating of 4.5.
If this idiot clerk told her one more time that there were no rooms available, Robin Kincaid was going to take off her stiletto heel and kill him with it. Who could blame her?
She was supposed to be halfway to Seattle by now. She was supposed to be on a plane that would land in three hours where she would be greeted by her $300-an-hour attorney, who would then whisk her away to sign divorce papers so her no-good, cheating, lying, son-of-a-bitch husband could marry his 22-year-old pregnant secretary.
But no. Redoubt picked today – of all freaking days – to erupt. How could she have this kind of luck?
She would have gone back home, but Nome was a little too far north to spend the night. Air Alaska promised to put her on the first available flight to Seattle at 9 a.m. tomorrow. Even if Nome wasn’t more than 1,000 miles north of here, her condo was being fumigated for bugs. Yuck! How could she have bugs? Probably a parting gift from her ex-husband. Her co-workers joked that she was getting rid of two parasites in one day. Now who was laughing? Sure wasn’t her.
“Mrs. Kincaid, as I’ve explained twice, we have no rooms. I cannot give you a room I don’t have.”
“Check. Again.”
The desk clerk exhaled loudly and slowly. He typed furiously on the keyboard before a smile spilt onto his face. “I have a suite available. It’s a bedroom and a living room. . . ”
“No, Rick. I just booked it,” the middle-aged woman behind the counter said. “To this gentleman. I’m sorry. It’s not available.”
Robin turned her green eyes on the suit-wearing, suite-stealing man who had just handed the female desk clerk a credit card.
“Are you telling me you gave my room to that idiot?” she hissed.
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Translated by Sara Minervini
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