Foreword
Janet Spungeon had trouble relating to men, especially the more masculine men she met. Her best friend Marci Parker understood Janet's problem, but Janet wasn't about to take anyone's advice on how to get along with men, especially Marci's.
Maybe some sort of solution would present itself during the long weekend that the two women had planned together at the popular Tennessee ski resort, Alpine Village, where rumor had it that bed-hopping was a more popular sport than skiing itself. Who would want to go shooting down the snowy slopes, one wag put it, when you could shoot off in bed?
But Janet was to find out that most of the extracurricular sports at the lodge—and in the strange chalet on the other side of the mountain—were not really done in bed at all. Sex was about to take on a whole new atmosphere for her, an atmosphere dark, brooding, as full of danger as excitement. The lessons she was to learn from the sinister bartender of the ski resort's Leather Lounge had as much to do with pain as with pleasure, and they were lessons she would never forget.