romance novella (approx 25K)
Cover Art by Winterheart Design
Forced together by a mountain snowstorm and their smashed cars, two loners realize they have no choice but to spend the night together. As soon as the cabin door closes behind them, need takes over. They must have sex, only sex, not a relationship. But the dark wolves watching outside have their own agenda.
“Why didn’t you stop?” the man demanded as he planted himself in front of her. Darn, but he was tall. She looked up. Way too tall. And equally too broad across the shoulders, although his coat probably had something to do with that impression.
“Why didn’t you?” she shot back. “Couldn’t you tell I was sliding?”
“By the time I’d figured that out, you’d slammed into me.”
Oh. “Where did you come from? You weren’t ahead of me.”
“There’s a side road.”
Maybe she should have asked if he’d looked to see if the highway was clear before venturing onto it, but something in his tone made her hold her tongue. He sounded, what, confused? Distant? If he’d been drinking, maybe the accident was his fault. Before she could decide whether to try to get close enough to smell his breath, the wind struck the side of her head. Darn. It was cold. Her shoulder-length hair swirled in front of her eyes, and a few strands wound up in her mouth.
“We have to get out of here,” she announced.
“How would you suggest we do that? I’m guessing you’ve got engine problems”—he nodded at her silent car—“and my front passenger-side bumper is jammed against the tire. Neither of us is going anywhere.”
Despite her best efforts, fear crawled into her throat and settled down for what felt like the long haul.
“Then…then I’m getting back in my car,” she came up with. “At least that way, I won’t freeze.”
He—whoever he was—muttered something, but although she should have been alert to him and every word he spoke, the snow had captured her attention. The storm was awesome, and the tops of the surrounding evergreens whipped about, reminding her anew of what it had felt like to be in an out-of-control vehicle. She felt small, worse than insignificant, a little girl needing a blanket, pacifier, and her parents, all at once. And yet the wilderness and nature’s fury mesmerized her. If her feet and ears and nose weren’t freezing, she could stand out here indefinitely.
Wondering if the man felt the same way, or at least would understand if she said something, she started to risk more snow on her face by looking up at him, only to be distracted by a blip of something behind him and to his left.
Six spots of light. No. That wasn’t right. She blinked. They weren’t lights, at least, not like any she’d ever seen. There were three pairs, though, and looked to be gold as much as yellow. Almost hypnotic.
And although it made no sense, heat radiated out from the lights and spread throughout her, warming her. Even her toes. But mostly, she felt the heat/warmth between her legs.