Janice Kay - Snowbound

“Stay.”

He sounded rusty, as if he didn’t know how to ask for what he wanted. He tried again. “Talk to me. Tell me about…” What? Her life? What she expected the “right” man to be like? “A movie. I haven’t been to one in a long time. What’s the last one you went to?”

Fiona relaxed, as he’d hoped she would. While he measured sugar, she told him about a thriller with a huge budget, big stars and an unlikely plot.

They hadn’t even been there twenty-four hours .

How, in such a short time, had he got to the point where he had a thought like I need her ? He hadn’t kissed her, hadn’t touched her beyond a hand on the shoulder, didn’t know that she felt anything at all for him.

He didn’t need her. That had been a ridiculous thought. But he wouldn’t mind if snow kept falling for another day or two.

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Janice Kay Johnson is the author of nearly sixty books for adults and children. She has been a finalist for the Romance Writers of America RITA ®Award for four of her novels. A former librarian, she lives north of Seattle, Washington, and is an active volunteer at, and board member of, Purrfect Pals, a no-kill cat shelter. When not fostering kittens or writing, she gardens, quilts, reads and e-mails her two daughters, who are both in Southern California.

Dear Reader,

I confess to thinking it’s great fun to tweak classic romance plots – you know, secret baby, marriage of convenience, snowbound hero and heroine… And I admit to having a special fondness for the snowbound plotline. There are so few ways, in the modern world, we can isolate two people, trapping them together for days and days as the sexual tension rises to an unbearable level…

But let’s face it, the odds aren’t great, are they? Every time I read one of those books, I’d think about how, with my luck, I’d be more likely to end up snowbound with a sexy guy and his wife and kids. Since I write (and love) romance, that’s not a workable scenario. So what can I throw into the stew to give it an unexpected taste? Not a baby – newborn babies are a common element in the classic take. They nap so conveniently, you know. I didn’t want convenient for this book, I wanted inconvenient . No, what if our heroine were to have a teenager with her? Ooh, better yet: what about eight teenagers?

Yes, the plucky heroine is chaperoning a high school trip when in the midst of a blizzard she finds herself snowbound at a Cascade Mountain lodge with eight feuding, funny, sometimes depressed teenagers for whom she’s responsible – and their reluctant host is a brooding man hiding out from the world after returning from being wounded in Iraq. Now, there’s a mix!

I hope you have as much fun reading Snowbound as I did writing it.

Best,

Janice Kay Johnson

JANICE KAY JOHNSON

www.millsandboon.co.uk

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CHAPTER ONE

FIONA MACPHERSON was starting to get scared.

The rhythmic thwap, thwap, thwap of the tire chains helped her shut out the chatter of the eight teenagers behind her. With the snow falling so hard, she felt as if she and the kids were in a bubble, darkness all around, the headlights only reaching a few feet ahead. Snow rushed at the windshield, a white, ever-moving veil.

She shouldn’t have taken this route—a thin line on the map that promised to cut north of the projected path of the storm.

“This way’s good,” Dieter Schoenecker had said, when she told her vanload of students what she intended to do. “We cross-country ski at a place up near High Rock Springs.”

Hadn’t she been a high school teacher long enough to know better than to take a sixteen-year-old’s word for anything?

Not fair. She was responsible, not Dieter, and she had had some doubts about whether the line on the map was too skinny. But it was a highway, it headed westbound, and they should have been able to make it across the Cascade Mountains before the blizzard arrived.

Only, they hadn’t. They’d left Redmond, out in the high desert country of eastern Oregon, hours ago, right after the Knowledge Champs competition had ended. They should have been close to home in Hawes Ferry south of Portland by now, or at least descending into the far tamer country in western Oregon. Instead they were in the thick of the storm. Fiona was struggling to maintain twenty miles an hour. It had been at least two hours since she’d seen another vehicle.

We should have turned back when we stopped to put on chains , she thought. And when they realized they no longer had cell phone reception.

The voices behind her had died out, Fiona realized.

“You okay, Ms. Mac?” one of the boys asked.

Despite the fact that her neck and shoulders ached and her eyes watered from the strain, she called back, “Yep. You hanging in there?”

Nobody had time to answer. A jolt shuddered through the van as it hit something and came to a stop, throwing Fiona against her seat belt.

“What happened?” Amy cried.

“We probably went off the road,” Dieter said.

Fiona made everyone but Dieter stay in the van. She and he put on parkas and got out. With the engine turned off, it was utterly silent outside, the headlights catching the ghostly, slow fall of the snow and the white world they found themselves in. Tree boughs were cloaked with white, as were rocks and shrubs and ground.

“Awesome,” he said.

She opened her mouth to snap at him, then stopped herself. He was young. She should be grateful he didn’t realize how frightening their situation was.

With the single beam of light from the flashlight that had been in the glove compartment, they could see that the van’s right front wheel rested against a mound. Turning, she cast the thin beam in a semicircle and realized that the road—or what must surely be road—curved. She’d gone straight.

“Try reversing,” Dieter suggested. “A couple of us can push, too.”

Moments later, they were on the road again. Fiona waited until the boys clambered back in, bringing a burst of cold with them and shaking off snow. This time, Dieter got in the front seat.

“You know the rules,” she began.

“Yeah, but maybe I can help you see.”

After a moment, she nodded, then with a hand that had a fine tremor put the van in gear and started forward.

Where were the snowplows? she wondered in frustration, but knew—they would be working on the more traveled highways.

I’ve endangered these children’s lives with my bad decision . She felt as if ice were running though her veins.

“What if we get stuck?” Amy asked, in a high, frightened voice.

“We’ve done fine so far.”

“But…”

Dieter said, “They don’t close passes without sending, like, a state patrolman over it to be sure no one is stranded.”

Fiona was momentarily reassured until she thought about how many roads there would be to patrol. And, because this snowfall was so heavy, anyone coming behind them might find the highway totally impassable.