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Title: Winter's Thaw
Author: W. Lynn Chantale
Genre: Contemporary, Holiday, Suspense,
African-American, Erotic, Romance on the Go
❤❤❤❤❤ "One
of my favourite stories from this author and it is full of action, suspense and
sensuality." ~ Kay 😍
BLURB
The holidays can be murder. Someone is out to
kill Michaela Winters, but she has more important things to worry about.
Arguing with her husband and when to tell him he’s going to be a father come to
mind.
Brockridge Logan realizes the mistake he’s made and he’s willing to make amends. His solution is to whisk her away to their cabin up north where he can seduce and keep her safe.
When an ice storm closes the roads and traps them in the middle of nowhere for the duration of the holidays, a marriage will be mended. But will it be too late with a killer on the loose?
SNIPPET
"Wind whipped
through the icy gloom, threatening to rip away her husband’s dangling form from
Michaela’s desperate grip. Beneath her, the aging balcony she lay on shuddered
and groaned. Bitter cold from the steel floor seeped into her clothes as if she
wore nothing at all. It tilted forward, and a shriek escaped. Frigid cold metal
bit into her skin as she was wedged against the railing. Arctic air blowing off
the frozen lake, slapped at her face and stung her eyes. She tightened her hold
on his jacket. Her back and shoulders burned, straining with effort.
The supports gave
another ominous creak and the balcony bounced lower. She clutched handfuls of
his clothing, uncaring that her fingers were raw and numb with cold. All that
mattered was dragging her husband the few scant millimeters until he could
grasp one of the iron spindles.
“Let go.” Quiet
command filled his shouted words.
She stared into
honey-brown eyes, read acceptance and love. He’d do anything to protect her.
Well screw that, she wasn’t letting him go just so she could spend the rest of
her life a widow.
“Shut up.”
Despite the
situation, he chuckled. He reached for the metal bar, his fingertips just
grazing the rod. Hope surged. Just a little farther and he could pull up the
rest of the way. She renewed her efforts, grunting as she inched backward with
her toes. Her arms and shoulders quivered with the effort of holding him, but
she held on. Giving up was not an option.
Footsteps pounded in
the concrete tunnel behind her. Michaela stiffened and turned her head.
Oh god. She glanced at her husband, then to the gun she’d abandoned earlier. It
lay on the ground lodged against cement lip joining the bars to the balcony
base just out of reach.
“What?”
“Someone’s coming.”
“Get out of here.”
“Not without you,
Logan.”
The structure
lurched forward. Her weapon scraped closer.
The only way to
protect them both would be to let him go, at least with one hand. She twisted
his clothes tighter in one and reached for her gun with the other.
A shadow fell across
the wall. Michaela stretched. Her little finger just touched the butt of her
weapon. The clothing went slack in her grip. Heart pounding, she glanced at
Logan. He had one hand curled around the metal bar, but he wasn’t out of danger
yet.
Black boots appeared
in the doorway. She grasped the gun with two fingers then dragged it until the
weight rested in her palm, aimed at the newcomer and squeezed the trigger.
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