Christina Hill

She’s back at Thirst Trapp Farms in Big Timber, Montana, as maid of honor for her best friend's wedding. She’s lovingly known as her bestie’s human diary, but everyone else just calls her Tilly. Except for the man who broke her heart two years ago.

Myra wasn’t expecting to get divorced. She also wasn’t planning to book a flight to the Montana mountains to teach herself to ski. But after three glasses of wine—maybe it was four?—and her newly purchased just-for-me underwear, she embarks on her solo ski trip.

I'm cursed. Every time I make a big life change, someone kicks the bucket. My goldfish didn’t deserve to go belly up so young. Ever since the big life-altering, world-shifting, devastating event—that shall not be named—tore my family apart, I’ve only been half-living.

I need a vacation. Yes, me, Bryn O'Riley, assistant to the assistant architect who had to sell a kidney (just kidding, Mom) in order to make this solo trip to Florida happen. Nothing will derail my plans—the ones I’ve carefully typed out and laminated....