The Dad Who Saved Christmas
Snow blindness.
The flakes hit Nicholas Clark's windshield with a ferocity he didn't expect. Living in Vermont, he was used to snow. And on his way to a ski resort three hours from Rutland, he even looked forward to it. But for the past hour he'd driven in near blizzard conditions. As his sedan swerved in the six inches of white powder, he knew he'd have to stop soon if he didn't want to get stranded by the side of the road.
The only problem was he'd passed the sign telling him he was entering the town of Winding Creek. Winding Creek was the last place in the world he wanted to get waylaid. He'd lived in the small town his first nineteen years and had left without looking back.
But fate always had a way of interfering with the best laid plans.
His stomach growled and, in the last dim light of day, he realized he needed food and shelter whether he wanted to be in Winding Creek or not.
He recognized a restaurant that had been the haunt of teenagers when he was in high school. Everything in Winding Creek defied change. That's why he'd left.
Flakes of snow fell on his hair and his sweater as he climbed out of his car and trekked to the restaurant's entrance. ... read full excerpt from The Dad Who Saved Christmas ebook
