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Category:
Romance
Publisher: B&H Publishing
ISBN-10: 0805445331
Type: Fiction
Pages: 304
Copyright: September 1, 2007
ISBN-13: 9780805445336
Price: $7.99 (eBook)
When Noah Wesley heard the faint sound outside the door of his remote Alaskan mountain cabin during a violent nighttime blizzard, it was no less than the voice of God that urged him to take a closer look, soon to discover his snow angel.
Unconscious and more than half frozen to death, her name, as Noah would later learn after boldly saving her life, was Elizabeth, a beautiful young woman, fragile yet fierce, and intent on discovering gold like so many others in that region during the late 1800s.
But why Elizabeth was so drawn to the gold, and why she would chase it even through a pounding storm that no man would dare face, was a secret to be shared with no one else, not even at the invitation of Noah’s deep blue trusting eyes.
First time novelist Jamie Carie pens a can’t-put-down debut in Snow Angel, a masterfully romantic story wherein cold and lonely hearts risk everything to be forever warmed.
When Noah Wesley heard the faint sound outside the door of his remote Alaskan mountain cabin during a violent nighttime blizzard, it was no less than the voice of God that urged him to take a closer look, soon to discover his snow angel.
Unconscious and more than half frozen to death, her name, as Noah would later learn after boldly saving her life, was Elizabeth, a beautiful young woman, fragile yet fierce, and intent on discovering gold like so many others in that region during the late 1800s.
But why Elizabeth was so drawn to the gold, and why she would chase it even through a pounding storm that no man would dare face, was a secret to be shared with no one else, not even at the inviation of Noah's deep blue trusting eyes.
First time novelist Jamie Carie pens a can't-put-down debut in Snow Angel, a masterfully romantic story wherein cold and lonely hearts risk everything to be forever warmed.
Excerpt
"Get up! Everything inside her wailed it. Her throat worked with the effort to scream it aloud making incoherent sounds of distress, a desperate, discordant harmony in what appeared a tragedy. Panic washed over her in another wave of drowning. She had to concentrate; she had to make this sluggish brain command her legs to push herself up. She pushed and struggled, digging herself in deeper, trying to stand, but her legs were unable to support her weight. Get up!
She stopped suddenly, her breathing rasping and shallow from the effort, falling back into the snow in defeat. She couldn’t do it. Couldn’t get up. She gazed up into the sky, seeing the dark black of night peak through the shifting white, feeling strangely warm and comfortable. She would be buried now. Detached, she realized the icy sensation on her cheeks were tears running down and then freezing in their trickling tracks. Her face was quickly becoming covered with cold flakes, soon she wouldn’t be able to breathe, but she didn’t have a reason to brush them away. A voice long recognized as her strong self chided her - she shouldn’t cry, she never cried. Everyone died some time and this was her time. Another part, so long suffocated by her will it was faint spoke softly, sadly. She was going to suffocate now, with her light just ahead, with salvation right around the corner. Like all the moments of her life put together into one theme, she would end with that theme – too little too late. She would never be strong enough or brave enough or good enough. It was hopeless to try."
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