January Journey

ISBN Digital: 978-1-61217-469-3
ISBN Print: 978-1-60154-951-8
Page Count: 286
Word Count: 76000
Rating: Sweet (G-PG)
MSRP: 6.50

Frozen rivers, ice bridges, and runaway huskies are romantic tales of the Iditarod Sled Dog Race, until Andy Middleton moves to Alaska. She soon discovers there is more to mushing than standing on the back of a sled. The brooding photographer, Ryan North, who rescues her from a fall is no help whatsoever. After she bribes him to teach her to mush, and they are forced to spend the night in a bitter storm, Andy discovers a talented, competent man.

The last thing Ryan North wants is to get involved with the foolish redhead from SnowDen Kennels. She nearly hit him with her Jeep, and she has a temper to match her hair. While he doesn’t trust her, he admires her unfailing resilience and forthright determination.

Rating: Sweet
Page Count: 286
Word Count: 76000
Print ISBN: 1-60154-951-2


“Ohhh, so you’re the new hire.” He lifted a brow and glanced at the hole in the dog food building.

She followed his gaze, before her attention diverted to an unusually handsome profile. Dark hair curled slightly over his forehead. Tall with muscular arms, he looked to be somewhere in his early twenties. “I guess the shed needs repairs too,” she admitted.

“And you’re the girl who plans on running the Iditarod.” His lips curved into a smirk. “Cassandra, is it?”

At his skeptical tone in reference to her name and intentions, she stiffened. Alex Snowden had been talking. “I go by Andy and I’m not a girl.” At barely five feet two, she hated being misjudged. Her freckles didn’t help. “I’m twenty-one and taking online classes at the University of Alaska.” At least, she had registered for one. “I plan to be a veterinarian. That should qualify me to run the Iditarod. I also ski and have good balance.” She knew she sounded naïve.

His brows shot up. “You’re comparing ski poles with a team of huskies?” He gave a derisive laugh and nodded toward her Jeep. “Mushing the Iditarod is a lot tougher than driving a car…and a heck of a lot more dangerous. I don’t mean to sound sexist, but man-handling a sled over a thousand miles of Alaska’s roughest terrain isn’t like sitting on a cushioned seat behind a steering wheel.”

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