Today, I feel like sharing an excerpt from my sports novella, On the Slopes.
She plugged the earbuds in and pressed play on her iPhone. She pushed off, and, the next second, she hurtled through the whiteness, high on the joy and thrill of snowboarding powder. The arousing music in her ears heightened the experience. She vibrated with ecstasy, ripping up the soft white pillows of fresh snow. The powder sprayed her goggles, and she ended up swallowing some as she grinned like a lunatic, tearing past sagging tree branches and sharp rocks.
All too soon she skidded to a stop at the bottom of the slope. Panting, she dusted off her snow-covered jacket, but as Sam stopped next to her, he sprayed her with more snow.
In between wheezing and chuckling, he teased, “Snowman.”
“As if you’re any better. And it’s snow woman.”
He laughed and the sound echoed through the trees.
“Man, that ripped!” He high-fived her and as his snowboard slipped on the snow he almost tackled her to the ground in the process. He caught her just before she fell.
She let out a breathless laugh of delight. Her cheeks glowed and cold sweat coated her back. She hadn’t experienced such perfect conditions for snowboarding in powder snow in ages. She filled her lungs with the crisp air and enjoyed the unspoiled nature with Sam standing next to her, silent and motionless.
After such a treat, she was looking forward to a hot shower and then bed.
When she turned to Sam, she caught him staring at her. His gaze dropped to her mouth and then returned to her eyes. The tingles in her belly made her voice unsteady as she asked, “Ready to go in?”