Holly is the third of three sisters to have her story and Crazy About Alaska is the final book in the Alaska Dream Romance series. The books are fun, light, and very clean. They also take you on a journey to Alaska, the state I was born and raised in. Each book stands on it's own, but I would suggest that you start with book 1, Falling for Alaska, because the characters continue through the series.
Here's the beginning of Crazy About Alaska: Chapter One - Holly Harris grabbed the edge of the porch’s roof as her foot slipped off her makeshift stool. She tried to lower herself back to the window ledge she’d used as the last step in her mighty plan to climb onto the roof. Her foot missed the ledge and hit the high back of the chair she’d stacked on top of a trunk—her first and second steps—instead. The heavy chair moved and, a moment later, hit the lawn with a dull thud.
Grabbing onto a rib on the metal roof, she held on for dear life. Using every one of the mom-muscles she’d developed while carrying twins in her arms, she wrestled herself inch by inch onto the porch roof.
“Be a real estate agent.” Holly pulled harder. “You’ll,” she gasped, “like it.” She dragged herself onto the forest-green roof, wincing as the textured steel dug into her right side. One slip-on shoe slipped off, landing soundlessly on the grass below, confirming the fact that she would too if she loosened her grip. A fierce tug later, she’d managed to get her upper body on the roof, but her lower half still dangled off the eight-or-nine-foot drop. Breath coming in gasps, she rested and waited for her heart rate to slow to something that didn’t signal an imminent call for paramedics.
“Sure. I love my work,” she muttered.
When she’d sucked in enough oxygen for her brain to kick in again, she realized she had a couple of problems. Her cell phone sat directly beneath her on the porch itself, and—like it or not—she couldn’t return the way she’d come. If the window that overlooked the roof wasn’t unlocked, she’d have to shout for help. Jemma and Bree always said she was the boldest of the three sisters. She’d gotten in trouble many times for leaping before she looked as a kid, and still hadn’t learned the lesson.
Pulling with her remaining strength, she brought all but her lower legs onto the roof. “Chocolate. I need chocolate.” With none dropping from heaven, she continued, reached for another metal rib on the roof and kicked her legs, sending her other shoe flying.
Here's the beginning of Crazy About Alaska:
Chapter One - Holly Harris grabbed the edge of the porch’s roof as her foot slipped off her makeshift stool. She tried to lower herself back to the window ledge she’d used as the last step in her mighty plan to climb onto the roof. Her foot missed the ledge and hit the high back of the chair she’d stacked on top of a trunk—her first and second steps—instead. The heavy chair moved and, a moment later, hit the lawn with a dull thud.
Grabbing onto a rib on the metal roof, she held on for dear life. Using every one of the mom-muscles she’d developed while carrying twins in her arms, she wrestled herself inch by inch onto the porch roof.
“Be a real estate agent.” Holly pulled harder. “You’ll,” she gasped, “like it.” She dragged herself onto the forest-green roof, wincing as the textured steel dug into her right side. One slip-on shoe slipped off, landing soundlessly on the grass below, confirming the fact that she would too if she loosened her grip. A fierce tug later, she’d managed to get her upper body on the roof, but her lower half still dangled off the eight-or-nine-foot drop. Breath coming in gasps, she rested and waited for her heart rate to slow to something that didn’t signal an imminent call for paramedics.
“Sure. I love my work,” she muttered.
When she’d sucked in enough oxygen for her brain to kick in again, she realized she had a couple of problems. Her cell phone sat directly beneath her on the porch itself, and—like it or not—she couldn’t return the way she’d come. If the window that overlooked the roof wasn’t unlocked, she’d have to shout for help. Jemma and Bree always said she was the boldest of the three sisters. She’d gotten in trouble many times for leaping before she looked as a kid, and still hadn’t learned the lesson.
Pulling with her remaining strength, she brought all but her lower legs onto the roof. “Chocolate. I need chocolate.” With none dropping from heaven, she continued, reached for another metal rib on the roof and kicked her legs, sending her other shoe flying.
“Ouch!” a male voice said.