Snowed In with the Billionaire

By Leslie North

Will a Christmas surprise make both their dreams come true?

Brea Nelson is used to her family's prickly attitude, but she's determined to spend the holidays with them. Unfortunately, a major storm and serious car trouble complicates her plans.

Stranded in the middle of nowhere, she finds herself knocking on the door of the infamous George Clark, a cutthroat CEO whose name is all over the news. Brea is pleasantly surprised by his muscular body and striking good looks. But his cold, rude demeanor promptly douses what's left of her holiday cheer.

Business always comes first for billionaire George Clark. But a near-death experience has forced him into hiding on Christmas Eve. When his solitude is disrupted by the shy but beautiful Brea, he's less than thrilled at the interruption. But he can't deny there's something special about this plucky woman… Something that cuts through his arrogant exterior, and warms his cold heart.

One night may be all it takes to ignite a spark between these two strangers. But will a Christmas miracle be enough to keep them from going their separate ways?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Relay Publishing
• Release date: Mar 4, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224636150

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Snowed in with the Billionaire

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales, is entirely coincidental.

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Will a Christmas surprise make both their dreams come true?

Brea Nelson is used to her family’s prickly attitude, but she’s determined to spend the holidays with them. Unfortunately, a major storm and serious car trouble complicates her plans.

Stranded in the middle of nowhere, she finds herself knocking on the door of the infamous George Clark, a cutthroat CEO whose name is all over the news. Brea is pleasantly surprised by his muscular body and striking good looks. But his cold, rude demeanor promptly douses what’s left of her holiday cheer.

Business always comes first for billionaire George Clark. But a near-death experience has forced him into hiding on Christmas Eve. When his solitude is disrupted by the shy but beautiful Brea, he’s less than thrilled at the interruption. But he can’t deny there’s something special about this plucky woman… Something that cuts through his arrogant exterior, and warms his cold heart.

One night may be all it takes to ignite a spark between these two strangers. But will a Christmas miracle be enough to keep them from going their separate ways?

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CONTENTS

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Epilogue

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1

Brea slouched forward in the seat, squinting through the blinding snowfall that had taken over her windshield. How could the forecast have been so wrong? They were supposed to get nothing more than a couple of inches with some light wind, yet here she was, inching her way through a literal blizzard. The muscles in her shoulders were tense, and her back was sore from leaning into the windshield as she strained to see the lines on the road. And she was cold. So cold. She’d fought with the heater before she’d pulled out of the parking lot, but the trickle of air emerging from it was lukewarm at best. Her fingertips were numb despite her gloves.

The road was empty, making it obvious that everyone else had gotten the memo about the change in the forecast but her. She was also the only one foolish enough to volunteer to work on Christmas Eve, knowing that she still had traveling to do. As the first flakes fell, she had considered scrapping the trip home, but if there was any chance of her making it to her parents’ house then they expected her to be there, snowstorm or not. Thanks to their demands, she was fighting through the start of what seemed like the snowstorm of the century in a dinosaur of a car that could barely get her to and from work on a good day.

Her windshield wipers weren’t keeping up with the snowfall, and the fact that she couldn’t defrost her windows wasn’t helping with visibility. Brea worried about that ice narrowing her field of vision. Was the snow changing over to sleet? Her teeth were chattering, her nose was frozen, and she still had at least two more hours of this ahead of her before she’d pull into her parents’ driveway. She reached a shivering hand over to the small knob and turned the volume up on the radio. It was one of the few things that still worked in the car.

Brea bopped along to a few songs before the commercials started. She hated listening to the advertisements and was tempted to switch the station, but as soon as she reached for the dial, the car swerved for a moment on a particularly icy patch of road. She was able to regain control before her tires left the road—barely. In the aftermath, she decided that listening to commercials wasn’t such a big deal after all. She had to keep two hands on the wheel.

The station switched from ads to updates. It was one of those traffic and weather together programs, and Brea felt her stomach drop as she listened to the reports. The roads were a mess and getting worse, and the storm wasn’t even close to over. If she had known how bad it was going to be before getting on the road, she’d have just stayed home. But it was too late now. She was closer to her destination than her starting point, so it wouldn’t do her any good to turn around. And in weather like this, she doubted she’d have any luck trying to find a vacant room in one of the motels along the way. Nope, her only option was to push forward and hope for the best. After the official reporting, the DJ and his partner riffed about the storm and then moved on to gossip.

Now what do you think of billionaire playboy, George Clark? the female host asked.

I have a lot of things that I could say about Mr. Clark, but I need to keep it clean for our audience, which doesn’t leave me with a lot of options, the guy replied in an annoyed voice.

Jealous, are you? she teased.

Brea listened closely, waiting to hear the latest in adventures from the not-so-mysterious rich boy. He was always finding himself in the spotlight, and the entertainment from his exploits seemed to be endless.

I’m not a fan, that’s all. He seems like a jerk.

Don’t be so hard on him. The woman laughed. He’s young, he’s hot, he’s single, and he’s still figuring things out.

Wait, you’re not one of Georgie boy’s groupies, are you? he joked with his cohost.

"Why wouldn’t I be? You have to admit that he’s a good-looking guy! Even you can’t deny it."

Oh, he’s good-looking, sure. The problem is that he knows it, and it’s left him with a huge ego.

"I’m sure something about him is huge," the woman said with a giggle. "Anyway, I have a feeling that our favorite bachelor is going to have an interesting holiday. Check this out: Earlier tonight, Georgie was leaving his annual charity Christmas Gala—with some mystery blonde on his arm, of course⁠—"

Brea rolled her eyes at the guy’s predictability. She wished she could switch the station because she didn’t give a shit about George Clark.

And? That’s not news.

No, there’s more! Someone took a shot at our boy!

The woman paused to let the words sink in, and Brea let out an involuntary gasp. She was certainly not following the CEO’s every move, but she didn’t want him dead, either. She’d rather he just get a hard dose of reality and grow up a bit. She thought it was disgusting the way that women threw themselves at his feet and he just tossed them aside as he pleased. Was one of those discarded women the shooter? Brea would never wish harm on anyone, but the man’s behavior must have been pretty horrible for someone to come after him like that.

Someone took a shot? Are they crazy? Do people not realize how powerful George Clark is? he asked incredulously. Any ideas on who the shooter is?

Not yet, but there are rumors floating around that it’s a business partner who was hung out to dry. George wasn’t harmed. His security team rushed him away before the crowds even understood what was going on.

And now that the news is out about the attempt on his life, I’m sure the internet just broke with the overflow of women who are devastated over the near loss.

You can’t blame us for being a bit starstruck by him, the woman chided. He’s got a glamorous lifestyle. What I wouldn’t give for a night or two with him!

Well, where’s Clark now? the guy asked. You said he was ushered away, but to where?

There are only rumors as to where he is, she replied. Some say he’s in a safe house; others have guessed that he is in protective custody. He hasn’t been seen since the incident, which was about two hours ago. By now, he could be anywhere.

For your sake, and for all the lonely housewives of the world, I hope old Georgie boy is okay. Wouldn’t want your holiday ruined.

Yeah, I hope he’s okay, too, she replied. "But I can’t imagine he’s going to let this little run-in ruin his holiday, either."

He laughed. "I bet he’s holed up with some supermodel getting creative with his candy cane."

Brea rolled her eyes. It was just getting annoying now—so much so that she took the chance to quickly reach over and flip the knob to the off position. She couldn’t concentrate on the road with all the chatter. Besides, she had no desire to keep up with the George Clark gossip.

With the radio off, she realized just how strained the engine was sounding as her car putt-putted through the snow. Gears were grinding, and she was beginning to wonder why she was putting herself through this trip in the first place. It wasn’t like her family would truly miss her if she was a no-show. At least, not her parents.

They only wanted her there so they could point out how much of a failure she was and how she’d messed up her life. But then, not showing up would only give her mother more ammo to use against her on the next visit. That alone was incentive enough for her to push forward. She might be the family scapegoat, but she never stopped hoping that something would change. If her parents remained distant, she was going to find her own fairytale family, even if she had to force it the entire way.

The car skidded unexpectedly, hitting another patch of ice and jerking Brea out of her thoughts. She took her foot off the brake and tried to steer out of the fishtail that was nearly pulling the wheel from her hands. She overcompensated and slid off the road to the right with the front of the car landing into a ditch packed with snow.

Shit! she exclaimed, slapping a gloved hand onto the steering wheel. She stepped on the gas, smashing the pedal to the ground, only to hear that depressing whir that made it clear she was only making the situation worse. Climbing out, she immediately sunk half a foot into the snow, the damp soaking in around her calves through her jeans. She’d not bothered to wear snow boots because she’d thought she’d be in her car the whole time. Now she cursed herself for not being better prepared.

Circling around the car, she saw that her back driver’s-side wheel had lifted all the way off the ground, and the car sat crooked in the embankment. She sighed, knowing that she wasn’t going to be able to get it out by herself. She dug a hand into her jacket, searching for her cell phone, then yanked off her glove and called her mother.

She knew that her mother wasn’t going to be thrilled with the call or her cry for help on Christmas Eve, but she had no choice. Brea could already hear