Ice Rogue

By Haylee Steele

Bone-chilling terror breaks out at the Moonfish Ski Resort when the beasts of the mountains come out to play, threatening the lives of Snowden and her friends. Paying homage to the beloved "B" rating, Ice Rogue is action-packed, adventurous, and unputdownable!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Haylee Steele
• Release date: Aug 2, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301415472

Haylee Steele

Sasquatch exists. Beer is nectar. And flannel is sexy.

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Ice Rogue

A Novel

by

Haylee Steele

SMASHWORDS EDITION

Copyright 2013 by Haylee Steele

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Chapter 1

Moonfish

A white sun hit the crack in the windshield, sending rays of blinding light in all the cardinal directions. The passengers in the back of the Plymouth Horizon winced and cried out as though they'd each just had a knife plunged into their skulls.

But not Snowden, who rode shotgun. She studied the crack like a botanist studying a vein in a leaf, a meteorologist scrutinizing the pattern of a snowflake. She marveled at the crack that divided the windshield, and beyond it, how it cut into an otherwise perfect landscape of mountains and snow-dusted evergreens as though it were a fissure in the very earth itself.

Jesus, Zach! Minhas scolds from the backseat. I thought you were gonna get that fixed. Even though it was winter, still, in the northern region of Montana, he wore a cut-off athletic tee. His biceps glowed with fake tan.

Keeping one hand on the wheel and the other casually resting in his lap, Zach shrugged. He wore mirrored aviators, his dark curls spilling over the frames. Sorry, man, but just paying the deductible would cost more than this rust bucket’s worth.

And you spent all of your money on a drum set, Keeley chimed.

It was used, Zach defended.

Seriously, it’s been cracked since junior year. Of high school, Minhas added.

Yeah, because you body slammed Jacob Taylor on it!

Still, Mom’s gonna kill you when she finds out why you don’t have money for books next semester.

Keeley, shut the hell up.

With a smug and satisfied smile, Keely relaxed in her seat and rested her head on Minhas’s meaty shoulder. Minhas resolved to twisting his cap the right way and pulling the brim down over his eyes.

Oh come on, guys, Zach called to the backseat. We’re almost there. Only twelve more miles ‘til we should be cresting the slopes to the luxurious Moonfish Ski Resort.

Keeley pretended to snore loudly and Minhas followed suit.

Defeated, Zach sighed and rested his hand sensually on Snowden’s knee. Her hair fell in white-gold ringlets, obscuring her faraway gaze. You excited for this? he asked.

With a forced smile, Snowden nodded.

I think it’ll be good for you—for all of us—to get out for a few days. You agree, don’t you?

Again, Snowden nodded. He was right, after all. For the past three months, she had left Zach’s and Keeley’s house only to go to the funeral. When college restarted in January, she didn’t go back. She just stayed with Keeley in her room and waited for Zach to come back on the weekends. He always did. Thank you, she said, and she really meant it. Thank you for taking me out here. I’m sure you’d rather spend your spring break in Florida with a bunch of hot college chicks.

You’re still a hot college chick, Snow. Zach leaned over the shifter and planted a kiss on her cheek. Then, suddenly, he reefed on the wheel. Whoa, shit! The brakes screeched as the Plymouth Horizon whipped a donut on the two-lane highway. Snowden felt an intense,