Trapped
with the Blizzard
By
Adele Huxley
Romantic
Suspense / Sports Romance
Published
: November 17, 2015
BOOK
DESCRIPTION:
A new danger lurks in the
storm...
All
I wanted was the perfect quiet Christmas in our new home with my growing
family. A huge tree, cookies, carols, you know… some basic frickin’ Yuletide
cheer. Of course, because we’re Liz and Bryan “The Blizzard” Marsh, nothing can
go to plan.
First,
we agree to take in Bryan’s cousin Dani for the winter. In the cult of moody
teenagers, she is their Queen. I’d hoped we could connect, but to say we
haven’t gotten along would be the understatement of the century.
Then
there’s the Market Price Pyro, a local arsonist who is torching buildings all
over town. Cops can’t stop him and no one knows what to do. I don’t care what
Bryan says. Even though we haven’t been directly targeted, I know we’re linked in some way.
And
to top it all off, Mother Nature has veered the storm of the century right to
our front door. With a three-day blizzard barreling down on Tellure Hollow,
we’re forced to evacuate everyone in town to the Powder Mountain lodge. As the
resort caretakers, Bryan and I try to make Christmas as comfortable as we can.
Once
we settle into the lodge to wait out the storm, strange things start to happen.
It’s only when we’re completely snowed in I start to wonder… Maybe by trying to keep everyone safe from
the storm, we’ve put them at even greater danger.
Trapped with the Blizzard
is a standalone romantic thriller that takes place after Devoted to the Blizzard. The books in the Tellure Hollow series can
be read individually, but are best read in order. This book is a great
combination of contemporary and new adult romance featuring two main couples of
different age ranges. This novel
contains adult language, sexual situations, and violence. It's intended for
adults.
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EXCERPT
ONE
Liz
December 21st
“Another
fire has turned deadly. A 19-year-old woman has been found dead after a
nighttime blaze in Tellure Hollow started late last night. Jen Wachowicz is
live at the scene but first, a look at the weather. Dan?”
The
broadcast flipped to a middle-aged man with a middle-American accent. “Thank you,
Hillary. As you can see, this storm is a monster and still hasn’t finished
growing yet. We’ve been keeping an eye on it and the system seems to have
shifted slightly. The jet stream is dipping down from the north a lot further
than we originally expected while this swirl of moisture from the south is
going to sit and rotate. This could mean one of two things.” The TV flashed
with a graphic depicting two possible paths the storm could take. One showed the
storm system shearing off to the north, missing us by hundreds of miles. The
second, less likely track put the storm almost dead center on Tellure Hollow.
“The
storm has the potential to dump two to three feet of snow in some locations,” the
weatherman continued. “Other spots, mainly in the mountains, may see twice as
much. There are a lot of variables at work with this storm, so there’s plenty
of opportunity for this track to change. Anyone in this area,” he said,
gesturing to a broad swath of the Rocky Mountains, “should keep an eye on this
evolving situation.”
“Dan,
what’s the timing of this storm?” Hillary asked.
“Well,
Bing Crosby would be happy,” he said with a fake smile. “Timing for this storm in
our area should mean we’ll have a very white Christmas. Back to you.”
“Thank
you, Dan. As we reported at the top of the hour, the small mountain town of
Tellure Hollow is rocked by yet another fire, this time, with deadly
consequences. We now go live to Jen at the scene. Jen?”
The
young reporter had her finger in her ear, the bright lights washing out the
layers of makeup plastered on her face. Wide-eyed, she jumped at the
introduction. “Yes, thank you, Hillary. Residents are shocked by the latest
development in the ‘Market Price Pyro’ arson spree. The charred remains of the
building you see behind me is all that is left of a vacation rental. 19-year-old
Rachel Swank, a Denver native, was staying in the cabin with five others. The
teenage friends had minutes to escape when the fire broke out in the early
morning hours.”
The
TV cut to a prerecorded scene. A distressed young woman with tears streaking her
face stood wrapped in a rough blanket. She stared at the cabin in disbelief as she
spoke into the microphone. “My boyfriend smelled the smoke first. We were able
to crawl out on the deck. By the time we realized Rachel wasn’t with us, it
was… there was no way.”
The
camera returned to Jen’s somber face. “Firemen have confirmed the smoke
detectors were stripped of batteries prior to the fire. Because of the
incendiary materials used to start the blaze, and the letter found pinned to a
tree at the scene, police are pinning this fire on the same arsonist who has
plagued the area for weeks. Residents are asked to remain vigilant and report
any suspicious behavior.”
I
turned off the TV, set the remote on the table with a trembling hand, and spoke
without looking at Bryan. I was afraid if I did, the tiny hold over my emotions
might crumble.
“You
recognized the cabin, right?”
He
sighed and leaned forward to put a hand on my back. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
I
rolled my eyes. “How many times have we gotten ourselves into trouble by
ignoring the obvious? There’s a connection here. I can feel it.”
“Maybe
there is, but that doesn’t mean we have anything to do with it. Other things can
happen in Tellure Hollow that don’t involve us, you know?” he quipped. “The
world doesn’t revolve around us.”
I
didn’t completely believe that, but I snorted despite myself. “Of course it
does. We’re the most important people in this town,” I chuckled quietly.
“Come
on,” Bryan comforted, sliding an arm around my waist. “Don’t borrow trouble.
Let’s get Jack fed, start dinner, and enjoy a quiet night.”
“A
quiet night?” I scoffed. “With Miss Moody stomping around upstairs? What if she
brings the cloud down with her?” Still, sitting so close to him was giving me all
sorts of ideas.
“We’ll
put on America’s Got Talent or something equally lame to scare her back to her
bedroom,” Bryan added.
“Well,
aren’t you full of solutions?” I bumped his shoulder with mine, still trying to
shake the sinking feeling in my gut.
“That’s
me, solving the world’s problems, one compromise at a time.”
AUTHOR
BIO
Adele Huxley
is many things. A coffee addict, bad at math, oh... and an author. Her college
degree proves several professors believed she is capable of stringing multiple
sentences together. Her college debt proves she's bad at math. Adele also
doesn't like writing in the third person, so she's decided to finish the rest
of this bio like a human being.
If I had two fictional best friends they'd be Luna Lovegood and Wednesday Addams. In fact, I wish with all my heart I was the love child of both.
I'm married to my very own hunky Englishman, love to travel, and enjoy creating new elaborate swear words. I have three cats and move so often I don't bother unpacking anymore. Seriously. In the past six years I've lived in 5 different states, 3 different countries, and, for a short time, out of my suitcase!
The best part of this job is meeting and talking with people who love words as much as I do. Come say hi! All contact info can be found on www.adelehuxley.com
If I had two fictional best friends they'd be Luna Lovegood and Wednesday Addams. In fact, I wish with all my heart I was the love child of both.
I'm married to my very own hunky Englishman, love to travel, and enjoy creating new elaborate swear words. I have three cats and move so often I don't bother unpacking anymore. Seriously. In the past six years I've lived in 5 different states, 3 different countries, and, for a short time, out of my suitcase!
The best part of this job is meeting and talking with people who love words as much as I do. Come say hi! All contact info can be found on www.adelehuxley.com
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