Release Date: June 2009
Reissue Date: December 14, 2015
When Chantel Miller gets lost during an unexpected snowstorm, a stranger named Dillon Broderick rescues her. In the hours they spend together they become very close and the intimacy of that night creates a special bond between them.
But real life intervenes. The woman Chantel was on her way to see is her sister, Stacy. They’ve been estranged for ten years and Chantel is determined to regain her affection. The woman Dillon was on his way to see is…Stacy. They’ve been friends for some time but now there’s an added complication. Stacy’s in love with him. Which means Chantel can’t pursue a relationship with Dillon. Even when she discovers she’s pregnant because of that snowy night…
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“Well-defined characters, realistic problems, and intense interpersonal relationships are hallmarks of the “Superromance” series, and this title is no exception. Featuring a multi-layered plot, a pair of conflicted but appealing protagonists (and their equally conflicted relatives), and social issues that run the gamut from sibling rivalry to anorexia, this story should appeal to readers who like their romances with a sophisticated touch.”
~The Library Journal
* * * FIVE STAR REVIEW * * *
“As always, Ms. Novak gives us three-dimensional, very real characters with realistic problems-characters we can and do care about. These characters touched my heart and had me reaching for the tissues. If you’re looking for a great read you won’t be able to put down, one that will tug at your heartstrings, pick up Brenda Novak’s Snow Baby.”
~Lisa Ramaglia, Scribes World Reviews
“Brenda Novak creates a compelling tale of love, not only between a man and a woman, but also between sisters in Snow Baby. Her powerful story-telling voice sweeps the reader through a stormy past and a painful present providing the novel with depth seldom matched in this genre. Indeed, the subplot, the story of Wade, the man who split the sisters, and the ongoing challenges he creates are both entertaining and remarkably created. If you read only one romance this year, I very highly recommend that you read Snow Baby.”
~Cindy Penn, Wordweaving
“Ms. Novak explores themes of family loyalty and obligations. This is a wonderfully complex tale told with plenty of emotion and peopled with characters both sympathetic and heroic in their struggle to find happiness. Definitely a keeper and an author to watch for!”
~ Writers Club Romance Group on AOL
“Brenda Novak skillfully blends richly developed characters and emotionally intense issues to create a powerful romance.”
~Pamela Cohen, Romantic Times Magazine
AWESOME! I could not put this one down, readers! Highly recommended! Brenda Novak has always been an author I look for on the book shelves, and this one is a perfect example as to why! Her characters are realistic, charming, and have a life of their own! Don’t miss out! * * *
~Detra Fitch, Huntress Book Reviews
“Wow! Wow! Wow! Did the very talented Brenda Novak ever glue me to this unusual and romantic story of hard choices. I love this book, and I think you will, too. Brenda Novak is a dynamite writer who takes you to the depths of her characters emotions and comes out a winner. Snow Baby is a compelling read!”
~Suzanne Coleburn, The Belles and Beaux of Romance
“Snow Baby is a romantic tale of two lonely people stranded in a snowstorm who come together in a powerful way creating a well-developed story that captured my attention from the first word. Their lovemaking was beautiful and dreamy making me melt inside like hot butter on a bun. The secondary characters are well-written and are important to the hero and heroine’s relationship as well as the outcome of the story.
Ms. Novak’s Snow Baby is creatively written and pulls at the reader’s heartstrings. Her characters and their very essence are interwoven throughout each and every word. If you are looking for a heartwarming story that will bring tears to your eyes and warmth to your heart, then pick up Snow Baby at your local bookstore today.”
~Robin Peek, Under The Covers
“A lively story with an in-depth look into the complications involved in family relationships when romance is a focal point.”
~Pat Wilson, Rendezvous
Chantel studied the shoulder, looking for a place to pull over, when brake lights flashed in front of her. She screamed and slammed on her brakes, but the car didn’t stop. It slid out of control. With a bone-jarring crunch, her Jag slammed into the Land Cruiser ahead of her.
Pain exploded in Chantel’s head as her face hit the steering wheel. She sat, breathing hard and blinking at the black, snowy night, the eerie glow of her instrument panel, and the back end of the white Land Cruiser, which was nearly in her lap. Then someone knocked on her window.
Dazed, she rolled her head to the side and saw a tall, dark man looming outside. “Are you all right? Unlock the doors!” he called above the storm.
His words drifted to Chantel as though from afar, and immediately her father’s warnings echoed back: Always keep your doors and windows locked….
When she didn’t respond, he scowled at her through the glass and tapped again. “Did you hear me? Open the door!”
She let her eyelids close and put her hand to her aching head as her senses began to return. She’d just been in a car accident. This was probably the other driver. She had to get out and give him her driver’s license and insurance information, right? Of course.
With trembling fingers, she sought the automatic door lock and heard it thunk just before the man outside flung her door open and leaned inside.
A freezing wind whipped around him and flooded her car, carrying the smell of his aftershave with it–a clean, masculine scent, far different from the trendy fragrances the male models she’d worked with had used. Then a firm hand gripped her chin and tilted her face up. “Your lip’s bleeding, but not badly. Any other injuries?”
She struggled to rearrange her jumbled thoughts. “Just a knot on the head, I think.”
“Good.” He straightened and jammed his hands in the pockets of his red ski parka, scowling at the crushed metal in front of them, and it suddenly dawned on Chantel that he was angry. Really angry. The signs were all there: the terse voice, the taut muscles, the furrowed brow. “Is something wrong?” she asked.
He looked at her like she’d just sprouted two heads. “You mean other than what you just did to my truck?”