Snow Angel A Novel

by Carie, Jamie

• ISBN13: 9780805445336
• ISBN10: 0805445331
• Format: Paperback
• Copyright: 2007-09-01
• Publisher: B&H Fiction

Summary

When Noah Wesley heard the faint sound outside the door of his remote Alaskan mountain cabin during a violent nighttime blizzard, it was no less than the voice of God that urged him to take a closer look, soon to discover his snow angel. Unconscious and more than half frozen to death, her name, as Noah would later learn after boldly saving her life, was Elizabeth, a beautiful young woman, fragile yet fierce, and intent on discovering gold like so many others in that region during the late 1800s. But why Elizabeth was so drawn to the gold, and why she would chase it even through a pounding storm that no man would dare face, was a secret to be shared with no one else, not even at the inviation of Noah's deep blue trusting eyes. First time novelist Jamie Carie pens a can't-put-down debut in Snow Angel, a masterfully romantic story wherein cold and lonely hearts risk everything to be forever warmed. Endorsements "Carie is a welcome new voice in the inspirational fiction market."--Romantic Times "A truly engaging story . . . fascinating." --DancingWord.net "The romantic tension is both powerful and convincing."--TCM Reviews

Author Biography

Jamie Carie is a new romance novelist whose writing was ranked among the best unpublished work of 2006 by popular arts and entertainment Web site Infuze.  An insatiable reader, her influences range from Dickens and Dumas to Francine Rivers and Nicholas Sparks.  Jamie lives with her husband and their three children in Indianapolis, Indiana.  Snow Angel is her first novel.

Excerpts

Alaska, 1897 Was that a light? A flicker . . . a light maybe . . . yes . . . yes.The swirling mass of white shifted long enough to glimpse . . . something. Light . . . life, yes, choose light-life. She blinked rapidly, trying to see, trying to blink past the thick, wet veil, her heart pounding with hope and then fear that it was only a blind manrs"s dream. She saw it again, wavering yet strong, and something else-something solid and sure and huge surrounding it. A house. With sudden energy she plunged forward toward the yellow glow. She couldnrs"t feel her feet any longer, nor her legs or hands either, but salvation was just steps away. Just a few more steps away. She stumbled in her hurry, falling into a heap, quickly becoming buried half-alive. She tried to stand, drowning in snow, thinking her arms and legs were floundering but seeing that they were just lying there, realizing in a daze that her knees wouldnrs"t bend, that her legs had turned to wooden posts no longer acknowledging the authority of her brain. Get up!Everything inside her wailed it. Her throat worked with the effort to scream it aloud, making incoherent sounds of distress, a desperate, discordant harmony in what now appeared a tragedy. Panic set in. She had to concentrate. She had to make her sluggish brain command her legs to push her up. She struggled, clawed, and climbed, digging herself in deeper, trying to stand, but her legs were unable to support her weight.Get up!