Everest by S.L. Scott

 

Title: Everest
Author: S.L. Scott
Genres: Contemporary Romance/Romantic Suspense
Release Date: December 7, 2017
 
 

Six foot three. Dynamic green eyes. Utterly irresistible.

Ethan Everest stole my breath the first time I saw him. He romanced me with skill, dazzled me with his charisma, and proceeded to steal my heart right after.

I might have fallen for his easy going smile the first time we met, but I fell for him the second time.

Honey-colored hair. Cherry-kissed lips. Captivatingly gorgeous.

Singer Davis was the first, and only, woman to ever intimidate me. She spoke to my heart with her wit, seduced me with her eyes, and became the only thing that made sense in a world that made none.

I let her slip through my fingers once. I won’t make that mistake twice.

Secrets broke us apart. Can a second chance bring us back together?

 

 


 

 

EverestEverest by S.L. Scott
Rosa's rating: 5 of 5 iScream Cones


"How does one repay the sun for shining?

I honestly had no clue what I was in for when I started reading Everest. It's much more than insta-love or second-chance-romance. It's fate and hope and dreams. It's destiny and lost hope and unfulfilled dreams. It's faith and fear and mixed signals. It's baseball and bubble suds. And so much more...

Being inside Ethan's head when he first met Singer was a very frustrating experience for me. Because I knew he was thinking one thing, wanting one thing, but he hesitated and then went another direction instead. I mentally urged him to act on his first instinct, but he ignored me.

Singer is very special and unique. I really liked her and felt close to her immediately. Her hopes and dreams became mine, and seeing Ethan through her eyes made me crush on him too. It broke my heart that she so easily accepted it when he treated her as a friend when she wanted more. Not seeing the beauty in herself that others did.

Was it serendipity that brought Ethan and Singer back into each other's orbit a year later? Or was it a cruel joke for her to see what she wanted but couldn't have? How confusing it was for her to feel a spark of interest one minute and then receive the offer of friendship the next. How disappointing the dreaded invitation to hang-out rather than to go out. A Sunday afternoon, versus a Saturday night are worlds apart, not to be confused with a date. He still made her heart race, but he was full of secrets and unanswered questions. But being friend-zoned was better than no Ethan at all, right?

A lot had happened in Ethan's life after that missed opportunity with Singer. How many times had he wished he could go back and make a different choice? Now that he's run into Singer again, he wants to do it right, but is it too late? Does he come with too much baggage? How can he let her into his life without revealing the truth? How long will she keep her promise not to Google him?

S.L. Scott did it again. She made me sigh and swoon. She softened my heart and then broke it. She created so many amazing characters that I became attached to and pulled me into the intricate web that she wove. I was so invested, hanging on to every word, having enough hope for both of them. As I turned the last page, I was exhausted from having exerted so much emotion from one end of the spectrum to the other that I felt like I had physically climbed #Everest, the mountain. I'm left with a head full of thoughts as the story plays over and over in my mind and I hope that I have a chance to meet some of these incredible characters again in another book. Whatever direction she decides to take her readers, I'll be ready. The line forms here...


 
 

Singer

Slipping off my shoes, I dim the lights on the wall panel. I take my clothes off and hang them on a hook near the door before returning to the tub.

The tub, warm and inviting as I step in, eases my aching feet from my high heels and the tension in my shoulders. I pour some of the bubble suds and giggle. That was so cute and showed me a whole new side to Ethan—the at-home Texan who relates to his roots—instead of the strong, quieter, broodier man I see sometimes.

While the suds foam and the tub fills, I look out the window. The sky is clear up here. The buildings are far enough apart to avoid spying on neighbors. It’s like floating in heaven.

I hear his knock on the door, so I call, “Come in,” while making sure the bubbles cover all the important parts.

Ethan walks in with two glasses of champagne in one hand and the bottle in the other.

“You came prepared,” I note, leaning back on one side of the tub.

“I thought I might join you.” He waggles his eyebrows.

I giggle and reach for a glass. “Come on in,” I reply and wonder if he will really take me up on my dare.

He sets the bottle and his glass down on the side of the tub. His tie was removed before he came in and I notice his shoes are long gone, along with his jacket. When he starts on the buttons of his shirt, I sit up, scooping suds over me. “Wait, for real?”

“Yep. I think that tub’s big enough for the two of us.”

“But you said you don’t take baths.”

“I also said I’ve never used this one. Seems like an opportune time.”

“But I’m naked,” I say, worried about everything—his body naked next to mine, not shaving my legs before I went out tonight. My mind flickers through my flaws. Ugh. No. Just no. Not like that. That stuff should be shared in the dark of a bedroom under the influence of alcohol and desperate sex. We’re too sober for this. I’m too sober for this. What does he possibly see in me when he has women like Nicolina waiting?

He’s more than I’ve imagined, and in some senses, it scares me. He’s the sort of man women like Nicolina land. For once though, it was as if she saw me as competition. The feeling is exhilarating.

“Like I said, seems like an opportune time.”

His shirt is dropped, his undershirt following quickly behind. Good God Almighty. What does a guy who looks like that see in me? “I see you like to work out.” I clear my throat and want to bonk my head on the side of the tub for saying it out loud.

Chuckling, he says, “I have a gym down the hall. It’s how I relieve stress.”

“I thought that’s what sex was for.” I gasp and cover my mouth, wishing I could keep my crazy thoughts in my head where they belong instead of on my tongue. His eyes are heavy, a smirky smirk restraining a laugh. “God, you cannot let me talk when I’m nervous.”

“If this is what happens when you’re nervous, I’ll make you nervous more often.” His pants come down and my curiosity is answered. Tonight he’s in boxers. When he catches my eyes on his package, I’m thankful I’m wearing waterproof mascara because I immediately go underwater. Screw my makeup. It’s really the only way to keep my mouth in check at this point. I count to five and then pop back up. With my hands covering my boobs, I ask, “You’re really coming in?”

“Yes, scoot over.”

Good God Almighty.

 

 
 
 
 
 

Living in the capital of Texas with her family, Scott loves traveling and avocados, beaches, and cooking with her kids. She's obsessed with epic romances and loves a good plot twist. Her favorite color is blue, but she likens it more toward the sky than the emotion. Her home is filled with the welcoming symbol of the pineapple and finds surfing a challenge though she likes to think she's a pro.

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