Running in Snow:
A Holiday Novella
by Renee Regent Genre: Women's Fiction, Romance
Two heartwarming tales of love and redemption. And snow.
Does your past define the future?
Noelle has one cardinal rule─never, ever celebrate the holidays. But now she’s promised to spend them with her boyfriend, Logan, and his extended family. As the festivities begin, bad memories surface. She manages to suppress her anxiety and join in the celebrations, until an unexpected incident sends her fleeing into the night. Can she overcome her past before it ruins her future?
Can a holiday be unlucky every year?
When her heater goes out in the middle of a rare Atlanta snowstorm, reclusive Eve accepts the invitation to her handsome neighbor’s party. Expecting to be bored to tears, she encounters a few surprises before the countdown to midnight begins. Can she survive just one New Year’s Eve without her bad luck kicking in?
From Eve’s Hope- Story Two
Claustrophobia, something I haven’t felt since that night of the accident, creeps up my spine. I’d been trapped for an hour in an overturned car in the snow, after being hit by a truck that skidded on the icy road. That, and a trip to the hospital, was what capped off my last New Year’s Eve. I knew this situation was nowhere near the same as that. But the knowledge doesn’t help my attitude much.
I pull back the curtains to find a light dusting of white on my front porch and steps. The flakes falling from the sky look harmless. Pretty, even. But I know the havoc they can wreak when they join forces. I notice the house next to mine is all lit up, and cars are everywhere. The guy next door must be having a party. His name is Kirk Van Chance, and from the few times we’ve met, he appears to be quite the player. His pool, which is drained now, was the site of constant pool parties when the weather was still warm. I’ve seen him with a few different women, and all were gorgeous. It’s not surprsing─the guy is hot. He’s tall, blond and fit. And to top it off, he’s an actor. He’s way too hot for me, and besides, after my last breakup, I’ve given up on dating.
I look up and down the street, but I’ve neglected to meet any of the other neighbors, except to say hello in passing. I don’t think they’d be willing to put me up for the night, and I’d feel awkward imposing. I guess I’m stuck. I go back to the kitchen to finish my tea and have a good cry when I hear the doorbell.
I peep through the window to see Kirk on my doorstep. Did he see me looking through my curtains like some kind of creeper? I open the door.
“Hi, Eve. Happy New Year.”
“Same to you, Kirk.”
A lifelong entrepreneur, Renee Regent spent most of her life writing for business, but never lost her love of writing stories. Being an incurable romantic, she now writes stories about mismatched people who beat the odds to be together, with a surprising twist or two.
Renee lives in Atlanta with her husband, three cats and four turtles. When not working or writing, she can be found sitting on her deck enjoying nature. Wine may or may not be involved….