Angelica Daley left Kansas City for the love of horses and the freedom of the mountains. Her quest takes her into the middle of a snowstorm and the arms of one extraordinary cowboy whose passion melts the ice her controlling ex left around her heart. Taver James lost his sister to car crash hypothermia and he's determined never to see it happen again. When Angelica wrecks on the road, nothing will stop him from keeping her safe. When he set out to help her, Taver didn't count on Angelica finding her way into his bed and setting fire to his libido... But a whole lot can happen when you're Snowbound.
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Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc
November 13, 2009
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Excerpt from Snowbound by Mary Winter
Taver James hunched over the neck of the big draft-cross gelding and cursed the snow swirling around them. He pulled his hat lower on his forehead and patted the ski band to be sure it covered his ears. That piece of fleece and this horse were all he had left of his little sister Tracy.
Looping the reins over the horn of the saddle, he rubbed his gloved hands together to keep them warm. The temperature was dropping. Probably best to get inside and get warm. As he turned the horse to go home, a flash of red in the snow caught his attention. He peered through the swirling flakes and nudged Beau forward.
Closer now, Taver quickly discerned the back end of some kind of SUV. How long has it been here? Images of Tracy's crumpled car filled his mind, and his heart leapt into his throat. Please God, don't let anyone be in the truck. Nearly four years ago this week, Tracy had gone into a ditch and died of exposure. He couldn't let that happen to anyone else. He wouldn't. Just because he had been two states away when it happened didn't mean that he didn't blame himself. Not when they had fought just the week before, and Tracy was determined to prove her big brother wrong.
Beau halted behind the red SUV, and Taver thanked the horse's good sense in remaining calm. He patted the horse and dismounted, then looped the reins over the rear bumper to keep Beau from wandering off.
"Hello," Taver yelled. The wind snatched at his voice and whipped it away. He tried again louder. "Hello. Anybody there?"
Only the howling wind answered him. He took stock of the vehicle, realizing it was a candy-red Ford Explorer with out-of-state plates. Shit, the Explorer had landed nose down in a steep ditch. Only a large, fallen tree kept the vehicle from tumbling to the bottom of the ravine.
He descended the steep incline, one hand on the vehicle to steady himself. The layer of snow that had crusted against the vehicle's windows kept him from seeing inside. The driver better be all right. Taver inched his way to the driver's door aware of the treacherous footing. Not knowing what to expect, he closed his gloved hand around the handle and opened the door.
And looked into the face of an angel. She lay across the steering wheel, eerily still. Her honey blonde hair had come loose from her stocking cap, spilling over full, sensuous lips. Her nose wasn't quite straight, and for a moment, Taver wondered how it had gotten broken.
"Miss," he said. He reached for her and lightly touched her shoulder. "Miss." Looking over her body, he saw the contents of her purse had spilled all over the floorboards. Her cell phone lay partially open on the floor near the passenger door. The woman didn't move.
"Hell," Taver swore. He yanked off a glove with his teeth and pressed two fingers against her exposed throat. Faint, but discernable, her pulse beat. He pulled on his glove. "I have to get you out of here."
Taver reached for her. He tucked one arm around her shoulders and pulled her body against his chest. With his other arm beneath her legs, he held her. The woman made no sound.
Her stillness unnerved him. She definitely suffered from the onset of hypothermia--he had to get her to warmth quickly. Struggling up the ravine, he tried to ignore how fragile and feminine she felt in his arms. But when he looked down at her, he couldn't help noticing the way her honey lashes fanned against her pale cheeks.
"Damn it." His foot slipped, jostling the woman in his arms. He wobbled like a top for a moment, then regained his footing.
The woman didn't even stir. "You're fine now, honey. I'll take care of you..."