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Full Court Devotion: Christmas in Snow Valley
A Touch of Love: Summer in Snow Valley
Running from the Cowboy: Spring in Snow Valley
Light in Your Eyes: Winter in Snow Valley
Romancing the Singer: Return to Snow Valley
Fighting for Love: Return to Snow Valley
Other Books by Cami
Seeking Mr. Debonair: Jane Austen Pact
Seeking Mr. Dependable: Jane Austen Pact
Saving Sycamore Bay
Oh, Come On, Be Faithful
Protect This
Blog This
Redeem This
The Broken Path
Dead Running
Dying to Run
Fourth of July
Love & Loss
Love & Lies
1ST CHAPTER - MATCHMAKING THE SINGER AND THE WARRIOR
Gray Denizen, Smokey G to most of the world, sat in the steaming hot tub on the deck of his Wengen rental home overlooking the picturesque, snow-covered Lauterbrunnen Valley in the Swiss Alps. The sun had set while he marinated in the water, and the valley of seventy waterfalls, the real home of the Hobbit, was now just some twinkling lights far below. He loved it here. He wanted to come back in the summer and hike, bike, and soar down the mountain slopes with a parasail, see it green and flowering instead of covered with mounds of snow. It was insanely beautiful with its blanket of white. He could only imagine the mystical beauty of this area when it was lush and green.
The snow skiing for Christmas had been insane, but all his friends had gone back to “real life.” They loved to tease him that his life was a vacation, but Gray’s life was his work. He loved composing songs and recording them. He didn’t love the endless travel, performing in front of huge and raucous crowds, or all the details involved with social media, mainstream media, and being concerned that any word he spoke might be misconstrued.
He’d finished his European tour right before Christmas and sent his staff and assistant, Janie, home for the holidays. Instead of going to his house on the Fort Lauderdale intercoastal, he’d begged some friends to come here. Janie had found this unreal mountainside village, only accessible by train or helicopter. He’d had to opt for the helicopter simply to keep fans from seeing him and letting it slip where he was. Apparently, he was in danger. He was always in danger, had been since childhood, so it didn’t bother him much.
The few single friends who he trusted not to post on social media or brag about spending Christmas with him, had met him here. They’d skied the famed Wengen, Grindelwald, and Jungfrau resorts. Incredible. And he’d been able to stay incognito with helmet, goggles, and a face shield on. No Russian mafia busting through the front door to ruin the holidays.
But now he was semi-alone. He was used to his assistant Janie, his cook Liam, his personal trainer Joseph, his two incredible housekeepers Quincy and Nellie, plus millions of fans looking for any opportunity to talk to, stare at, or touch him. It was odd to have true peace and quiet. His security guys were still here, of course, led and trained by his stepdad, Russ.
The four tough men claimed they had to stay with him. There’d been some backlash about him helping a beautiful woman escape her Russian mafia-affiliated boyfriend, so now his security team refused to leave his side. Apparently, even if you were a famous billionaire singer, you didn’t mess with the Russian mafia. What was the good of being famous and wealthy if you couldn’t right some wrongs in the world?
He swirled the hot water between his fingers. He should get out, fix himself something to eat, read, and go to bed. In a few days, he’d fly to Grand Cayman and his staff would meet him there. They’d have two weeks to relax on the beach, which usually meant beach runs, lifting weights, and long hours working on new song lyrics. He’d start a short five-stop tour of the Caribbean Islands after that. He’d thought he wanted these few days after Christmas to decompress, but peace and quiet alone wasn’t all it was cracked up to be.
He liked and appreciated all of his security guards, but with twelve-hour shifts either monitoring the cameras they’d set up in the basement or doing their rounds inside and outside the house, they only had twelve hours off to sleep, exercise, run to get groceries or supplies, or have a bit of free time. He tried not to bug them during their moments off, unless they offered to spar or lift with him.
Great guys, most especially his stepdad, Captain Russell Brown. Gray loved and respected Russ above anyone in this world. He knew the retired Marine felt the same, but he wasn’t exactly a profuse or friendly person. Tim, Kaden, and Cameron were each twenty years younger than Russ, give or take a few years. They were all willing to go pick up dinner, help keep things clean without the housekeepers here, have a conversation with him, or work out with him, but none of them were big on brainstorming song lyrics or discussing the latest clean romance novel he was reading. He smiled to himself. Not that he’d admit he read clean romance.
