His Winter Baby
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THE FOLKS at the last convenience store warned me not to go any farther. With the storm coming, there was simply no point in going on.
Spring in these parts doesn’t come ’til April. For the snow to truly be gone? That’d be June.
You’d better go back to where you came from, sweetheart. This weather ain’t for city girls who dress like you.
I rolled my eyes and told them I’d take my chances. The sky looked fine. Everyone was on their way to their families for the holidays. Even if something did happen, I figured I’d be able to find help.
I had my chains and a full tank, but in retrospect, maybe I should’ve listened.
The storm hit when it hit. One second, it was sunny and clear; the next, I’d turned into the mountains and found myself inside a blizzard. Even with chains, the wheels spun. The heater started blowing cold air.
I tried to pretend it was no big deal for the first couple of minutes, but the altitude kept climbing, and soon, I couldn’t even see the road.
I didn’t want to admit that maybe the clerk had been right, but pressing on started to feel like a really bad idea.
The dashboard lights flickered.
“Okay, this is it,” I said to myself, taking a deep breath.
I pulled the gear into reverse and backed a little to the side, then shifted to drive and spun the wheel all the way to the left.
I was in the middle of the turn when the car got stuck.
I kicked the gas—and kicked it again.
It wouldn’t budge.
I got out to check. Tried digging the snow with my bare hands. Got back in, kicked the gas again. Pulled the gear into reverse and tried once more.
I screamed. Hit the horn with both arms.
Nothing worked.
No matter what I did, the car stayed exactly where it was.
Well, someone else had to be coming up this way eventually. It was the holiday season. I couldn’t be the only one taking this road. I mean, was there another way around? I didn’t think so.
I kept the engine running, sitting in my car.
The engine died around 4 p.m.
The sky was already dark.
The snow had frozen everything solid.
I got out, took one step, and my entire lower leg sank under.
The flakes felt like blades in the harsh wind.
I trembled, putting one foot in front of the other, fighting my way back, hoping some idiot like me with a big truck would turn up.
I couldn’t even feel my face.
My boots were soaked within minutes.
All I felt was irritating pain and deep shivers in my bones—cold penetrating my coats and burning deep into my skin.
I remembered snow differently, at my grandma’s in Oregon. There, winter was magical—snowmen and skating, riding in my grandparents’ car, looking out at a world covered in white.
Literally. Not. This.
I didn’t believe I’d see a light. By the time it came, I had fallen for the fifth time, thinking I was going to die in these mountains.
It wasn’t bright at first—just a blurry blob that looked unreal. But then it got clearer, brighter, and I heard the sound of an engine, chained wheels crashing through the snow, headed toward me.
I started to feel hope again.
“Help…” I lifted my head and shouted in a weak voice. My lips had stopped trembling by then. “Help…”
The truck stopped a little way off.
The door opened.
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On her way home for the holidays, Casey's car breaks down in the mountains. With a storm closing in, she has no other choice but to take a ride from a stranger... In a cabin deep in the wilderness where no one can hear her scream, she becomes his new obsession until spring comes.
His Winter Baby is a claustrophobic erotic thriller that blends twisted obsession, isolation, and winter horror. Told through an intimate lens, this story is for those who crave suffocating tension—and the pull of darkness you don’t want to escape.
Adult readers only.
Print length: 80 pages
ISBN: 978-1-961941-15-1
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