Welcome to the blog tour for DROPPING IN, the first book in the new adult contemporary sports romance series, Snow Crossed Lovers, by Carrie Quest. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

DROPPING IN (Snow Crossed Lovers #2) by Carrie Quest

DROPPING IN (Snow Crossed Lovers #2) by Carrie Quest

About the Book
Series: Snow Crossed Lovers #1
Author: Carrie Quest
Release Date: February 8, 2018
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Sports Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Barnes & Noble | iBooksKobo

Natalie Berensen has one short summer to ace her writing class and convince her parents she’s not a hopeless screw-up. No more changing her major once a month, taking time off to travel, or random friends-with-benefits. She doesn’t have time for distractions or hook-ups, not even if her longtime crush is in town for the summer and living in her basement. Who cares if he’s a snowboarding god with six pack abs and a hashtag devoted to his apparently magical penis? She’s not interested.

Until she is.

Ben Easton’s focus and self-discipline is legendary. He’s built a career as a professional snowboarder by training harder than anyone else on the mountain and steering clear of anything that doesn’t take him one step closer to his goal: Olympic gold. Then his best friend crashes in the half-pipe and Ben drops everything to take care of him. No more training. No more competitions. No more snowboarding. It’s over.

He’s back in Boulder to help with Adam’s rehab, not fool around with his little sister’s best friend, no matter how much he loves her laugh or the way her ass looks when she walks up the stairs. There’s no way in hell he’s going anywhere near Natalie.

Until he does.

Contains: a grumpy guard cat with a taste for blood, discussions of Ents as phallic symbols, and plenty of sexy times.


Excerpt #4
He stops in front of our house, pulling me to the edge of the sidewalk, and stares into my eyes. His face is serious, his expression searching, and when he brings one finger up to trace the line of my cheekbone, I have to force myself not to look away. Because I feel like I’m being seen for the first time.

It’s terrifying, but then I notice the softness in his eyes and the lazy curve of his lips as he smiles. He’s not judging, not secretly wishing I had a smaller ass or a stronger work ethic or friends who don’t drive bartenders to drink with disgusting stories. He’s just standing there, appreciating me. Liking me.

Maybe even starting to love me.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispers. “Inside and out. Everywhere.” His hand moves to cradle the back of my head, guiding my lips to meet his for a tender kiss.

He sighs when we break apart. His hands drop to my waist, pulling me tight against him, and I reach up to put my arms around his neck.

“I want you,” he says. His voice is low and raspy, and I can feel his hardness against my belly. “So much. But we don’t have to do this tonight.”

“What? Why not?” Is he kidding?

He waves his hand back toward the Hill. “I should take you out, just the two of us, not drag you away from your friends like I’m a fucking caveman who can’t keep his dick in his pants.”

“Tunic,” I say idly. I run my thumbs along the soft hair at the back of his neck and he shivers.


“I’m pretty sure cavemen wore tunics.” I plant a kiss on his neck, right above the collar of his t-shirt. He smells like soap and cedar and clean male skin.

“Tunics, huh?” I feel the rumble of his voice on my lips. “Easy access. Convenient.”

“Or maybe fur muumuus? I don’t know.” I feel him shake with laughter and step back so I can look into his eyes. “I don’t need a special dinner or a night of romance, Ben. I’m not that girl.”

The smile he flashes is so quick that it’s gone by the time I reach up to kiss his dimple. “Maybe I’m that guy,” he says. “At least when I’m with you.”

Good. God. Damn.

I’m melting like the frickin’ Wicked Witch of the West after Dorothy gave her a forced ice bucket challenge. If he doesn’t stop talking, like, now, I’m going to be a puddle of goo on the Boulder sidewalk.

“I love that,” I say. And I think I kind of love you. “But do you think you can be that guy tomorrow? Because tonight I’d really like you to be the caveman who drags me to his new bed and has his wicked way with me.”

He tilts his head and pretends to think for about three seconds. “Yeah, I could do that.”


The Snow Crossed Lovers Series:

Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Kobo

Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Kobo




Author Carrie Quest

Author Carrie Quest

About the Author
Carrie grew up in Vermont, spent her college years in beautiful Boulder, Colorado, and now lives in New Zealand with her husband, two smallish children, and a gaggle of very badly behaved animals. She writes love stories that will make you laugh and reads enough romance to swoon on the regular. .





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