genre: contemporary western
ISBN #1-84360-503-1
format: ebook
$2.99

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BLURB:

Angelica Daley left Kansas City for the love of horses and the freedom of the mountains. Her quest takes her into the middle of a snowstorm and the arms of one extraordinary cowboy whose passion melts the ice her controlling ex left around her heart.

Taver James lost his sister to car crash hypothermia and he’s determined never to see it happen again. When Angelica wrecks on the road, nothing will stop him from keeping her safe. When he set out to help her, Taver didn’t count on Angelica finding her way into his bed and setting fire to his libido…

But a whole lot can happen when you’re Snowbound.

Reviews

“Mary Winter brings readers a sizzling romance that is quick to detonate and readers can feel the chemistry between these explosive characters. Even though I wish we were SNOWBOUND longer with Taver and Angelica, I was left with a smile on my face after the last word was read and Mary Winter on my list of authors to read more of in the future!”
- Tracey West for The Road to Romance

“Despite its short length, I found SNOWBOUND to be an enjoyable read. Although part of the early attraction between them is the fantasy of sex with a stranger, being stranded together for days won’t leave them as strangers for long, and deeper feelings do develop between Angelica and Taver. If you’re looking for a quick, steamy story, be sure to check out SNOWBOUND. ”
- Jennifer Bishop for Romance Reviews Today

“This is a very sensual quick read and I very much enjoyed the story.”
- Connie Harrell for Sensual Romance

“In the midst of a terrible blizzard, two strangers fall for each other. SNOWBOUND is an exciting, delicious quickie that grabs you by the hand and doesn’t let go. Taver and Angelica are multilayered characters who heat up the pages and nearly melt the snow. Ms. Winter’s vivid descriptions of the snowy covered Rocky Mountains were absolutely beautiful and made me feel like I was there. The sex between Taver and Angelica is hot…so hot I think my fingertips have tiny blisters. Ms. Winter’s takes two people, a snow covered mountain, and a cozy little cottage and turns it into a sizzling hot read. ”
- Reva Moore for Just Erotic Romance Newsletter

“Mary Winter takes us on a journey that warms the heart. I loved the down to earth quality of Angelica’s, and how she works for her dreams. Travers is down to earth with a sensitive side I found to be endearing. Reading this book was such a pleasure I read it twice.”
-Laura, Coffee Time Romance

“A beautiful tale of modern romance, Snowbound left me feeling warm and fuzzy all over. The characters are the type to make you feel that you would like to just hug them to bits and make it all better. The plot is straight out of a small town USA picnic “did you know how such-and-such couple met” session of remembrances. The love scenes are simultaneously tender and sizzling. Ms. Winter made me believe in finding love in unlikely places with this one. A good one to pull out and read on a cold evening spent in front of a roaring fire, Snowbound is definitely being kept on my bedside table.”
- Keely Skillman, EcataRomance Reviews

Excerpt

Cold. She was so cold. Angelica Daley shivered. A steel band held her around her waist, and it felt like a roaring furnace pressed itself to her back. A ridge poked her butt, and she wiggled against it, trying to find a more comfortable position.

A man groaned.

Angelica’s eyes snapped open. A fire crackled in a stone hearth across the room. Heavy pine shelves held books and western statues. She recognized a miniature of a Remington bronze on the hearth, and a bearskin rug on the floor. An assortment of covers ranging from a crocheted afghan to a heavy comforter in shades of brown tangled around her. The sheets beneath her felt like flannel, and she smelled the soft musk of a male body.

Her head throbbed. A dull throbbing, nothing a few aspirin wouldn’t take care of, but it throbbed nonetheless. Slowly, she turned her head.

A man slept behind her. His arm held her pinned against him, and now that she was more aware, she realized that it was a hard cock that pressed against her buttocks. She gingerly peeked beneath the blankets. Her heart hammered, when she saw that she wore only her matching bra and panty set. How did I get here? And why am I almost naked? She rummaged through her memories a few moments longer, finally coming up with the answer. My SUV went in the ditch. She remembered now, sliding off the road. The truck had landed nose-down, and her head had bounced off the steering wheel. Then darkness, all encompassing darkness.

Maybe I’m in heaven and he’s an angel.

The hand around her middle slid higher, brushing the underside of her breast. He moaned again, the sound full of need. Low warmth settled in her pussy as he rubbed his engorged cock against her. His fingers caressed the fullness of her breast, his palm settling over her nipple. He squeezed gently.

Angelica bit her lip to keep from making a sound. If he’s an angel, then he’s a fallen one, she thought as she turned in his arms. She snaked a leg over his hip, drawing him close to her. Looking at his face, her breath hitched. Wavy, chocolate brown hair spilled over the pillow, his thick eyelashes fanned against his cheeks. A hint of stubble covered his chin. She cupped her palm against his cheek. She rubbed her thumb over his lips, and smiled when he parted them in response.

Sparks flew, and the hand that had been around her stomach moved to her hips. He drew her closer to his hard cock. Demanding warmth filled her cunt, and she felt herself grow wet as she rubbed against his thick length. Headache, what headache? she thought as she nibbled along the line of his jaw.

He stilled, his hand conspicuously sliding away from her skin. She closed her fingers around his bicep. “What’s the matter?” she asked in a husky voice.

He stared at her. “You’re awake,” he said and inched away.

“Yeah so?” She wanted to pull her leg away from his hip, cross her arms over her chest and bully him into resuming his caresses. Instead, she inched closer to him, hearing his swift inhalation as her sex brushed against his cock. Her pussy throbbed. She wanted to feel the length of his cock inside her, and from the insistent pulse against her thigh, she knew he wanted her too. “Yeah,” she replied again, deepening her voice. Her fingers released his arm and she traced designs on his pectoral, moving ever closer to his nipple.

“I think you’re awake too.” She wiggled against him to punctuate the statement, and when she saw the Stetson hanging on the rack across the room, she added, “Cowboy.”