Fun, frolic in the snow and bone-deep redemption. Oh, and bacon...
Snow Angels by Sabrina York
The last thing Wade Masters wants on his month-long getaway
to his sister’s wilderness cabin is company.
A wounded warrior, Wade is looking for complete isolation to deal with
the tragedy of his life and his screaming guilt.
But company he gets, in the form of Lyssa Salk, a spunky,
diminutive massage therapist. Who says she can talk to dead people.
Trapped together in the snowbound cabin, Wade and Lyssa have
little else to do but help each other heal, spiritually, physically and
sexually.
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He probably stayed in the shower too long; the water was
turning tepid. But Wade didn’t care. He stepped out and dried off, ruffling his
hair with the fluffy towel. He tried to ignore the pink hearts. But it was
either pink hearts or Hello Kitty.
He resolved, if he ever visited this cabin again, he would
bring his own towels. Something manly.
Camo maybe.
A sharp series of barks brought his head up with a snap.
Bo.
Bo rarely barked, and then only at a threat.
Wade snapped into gear, wrapping the towel around his waist
and stopping in the bedroom to grab his pistol. He’d seen bear tracks and scat
on his run and though it was the middle of winter, he knew they could come out
of hibernation. They’d been known to break into cabins if they smelled food.
His heart leapt into his throat at the thought of Bo facing
a hungry five-hundred pound beast with no protection.
Towel flapping, he pounded down the short hall into the
great room of the cabin, expecting the worst. He stopped in his tracks.
Yeah.
It was the worst.
Not a bear.
But an even greater predator.
There, pressed up against the door, cornered by his snarling
protector, be-speckled with snow and clutching a mangy backpack, was a woman.
He could tell she was a woman, even though she wore about
six coats, one on top of the other, and a knit hat pulled down over her ears.
Long black hair escaped from the cap, trailing over her shoulders. But it was
the eyes that gave her away, wide and round and fringed with thick lashes. And
her chin. It was delicate, dimpled, quivering. Her lips were parted. Her
exquisite face pale.
Bo glanced back at him as if crowing, look what I caught!
And then edged forward with an ominous growl.
The girl clutched her backpack closer and issued a panicked
little peep. She tried to press back into the door, making herself as tiny as
she could, but there was no give.
Besides, she was tiny enough.
Like a woodland sprite.
He would have thought her a fairy come in from the woods if
he’d had a hint of whimsy in him. And if she hadn’t been wearing everything she
owned. He didn’t know much about fairies, but he was pretty sure they had some
fashion sense.
Bo’s growl became a snarl, a snap, and the girl warbled a
wail. “Please!” she cried. “Call him off!”
Wade snapped his fingers, fully expecting Bo to heel. He’d
been methodically trained by a world-renown expert. He always behaved.
He did not.
His hackles rose and he took another menacing step toward
the girl. A tear tracked down her cheek. Her entire body shook. “P-please!”
“Bo! Fuß!” The command to heel in the language he’d learned
as a puppy, penetrated and Bo licked his muzzle, gave a canine whine and padded
to Wade’s side. “Braver Hund.” Wade riffled the scruff of Bo’s beck and gave
him a scratch. “Good dog.”
The girl collapsed against the door, but her attention did
not waver from Bo, whose hackles were still up. Wade didn’t understand his
dog’s reaction. He’d always been friendly to strangers before, more likely to
whap them to death with his tail than to so much as growl. But then his gaze
fell on the small cage at the girl’s feet and he froze. He could see a hint of
the creature inside and he suddenly understood.
Hell.
She had a cat.
Perfect.
Not only was his solitude shattered by an unwanted female
guest, a bedraggled homeless ragamuffin, she’d brought a cat.
Damn.
He hated cats.
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Pink hearts are nice! And so are cats! Wade has so much to learn! :D
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