Spring and Forever in Love

Spring has Sprung. Thank goodness. I was truly getting tired of the cold. Now we just have to contend with the rain and since I’m in a rural area the farmers are preparing their fields. There’s nothing like home grown corn and tomatoes or even ripe berries, cherries and apples. They’re so much more flavorful that what one can purchase at the store.

I don’t know how to garden. We had a garden a couple of years ago and the most I did was water it, the kids pulled weeds and such. I’ve purchased several books on the subject, but don’t like bugs and other creepy crawlies one finds in a garden. Although worms, rollypolys and snails are okay. Anything other than that and I have a total girl moment, but I digress. I’m really looking forward o the fresh fruits and  vegetables that will be harvested in a few short months.

While we’re waiting for the garden to grow, how about a sexy read. Forever in Love arrives May 11 from Sugar and Spice Press

BLURB:

Abandoned as a teenager, Bonnie has learned to rely on herself to face the harsh reality of life. Yet in her darkest hour, one man earns her trust and captures her heart. Only problem, she’s too young for a man like Buck.

 

Ten years have passed and Bonnie has never forgotten the man she’s secretly thought of as her hero in tarnished armor, but has too much time passed to rekindle a flame that never burned bright?

 

Love is patient. Buck has waited for Bonnie, but he’s nobody’s hero. He’s played the game, made mistakes, and paid his debt to society. Now that he’s changed his ways and professed his intentions, his past misdeeds could jeopardize his future.

EXCERPT:

She dropped the dough into the simmering golden brown liquid as she thought of a response. A chair scraped behind her and a moment later heat touched her back while warm masculine spice enveloped her. One lightly tanned hand appeared on the counter on either side of her.

“I’ve waited a very long time for you, Bonnie, and now that I’ve found you again, I’m not going to let you go.”

She closed her eyes. He had been waiting for her?

He moved his hands to her waist and leaned close until his lips brushed her ear. “You were smart. You saved your money and got out of the ghetto. You and your brother. That’s all I ever wanted for you.”

A shiver raced down her spine as his warm breath tickled her ear and tightened her nipples. He drew her close, until her back rested against the hard wall of his chest. “As I recall, you told me I couldn’t work for you anymore.”

“The day you moved away was the saddest day of my life.”

“Why was that?”

He turned her in his arms. “You were the bright spot in that neighborhood. You inspired me to get out of the game and become an honest man.”

She held his gaze. “You were always honest, Buck. You just took a different path than most and if not for that path I wouldn’t have survived.”

“Those were hard lessons a teen should never have to learn.”

“It made me who I am.”

“I admire you.”

Warm fuzzies stole through her heart at the compliment.

“There is a matter of debt to settle.”

Her heart pounded. “I thought all you wanted was a thank you.”

“That was then. This is now.” He brought his mouth down on hers and for a moment she stopped breathing.

Only in her dreams had she ever kissed Buck and here he was in fantastic tempting flesh coaxing her lips apart with gentle expertise. Each flutter ignited a slow burn that flared into an inferno and he was the only one who could extinguish her raging desire. She crossed her wrists behind his head, hating that her hands were dirty as he deepened the kiss, his tongue dueling with hers as he pulled her closer.

 

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The House that Sugar Built

Life isn’t perfect, but it’s definitely better these days. Quite frankly I really can’t keep up with my schedule this week.

It seems everything wanted to wait until the Spring to get going. That’s all right though. When it’s busy there’s less time to sit around and gather moss.
There are a few things happening this week, one is a new release from Sybarite Seductions on Friday May 3rd. Traffic Stop will makes its debut to the world. It’s a story told from two points of view. I just love the covers for these stories.

 

On Saturday May 4 at 2 pm in Flint, MI at The Flint Public Library you can come out and meet me at the Book Expo. I’ll have a few books with me and lots of swag.

 

And if that’s not enough there’s a book discussion on Sunday May 5. Have you read Street Safe? If not, hop on over to Evernight and purchase the book for 50% off the retail price and read about the House that Sugar Built.

 

Finally, there will be one more release on May 11 from Sugar and Spice, Forever in Love is just one of those stories that spoke to me and I couldn’t let it go.

 

I hope you’ll join me for a few of the activities. Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic.

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Secrets, Lies, and Safe Promises

Today I celebrate twenty years of marriage. Before you offer congratulations and accolades, things haven’t been great over the last few months, In fact they’ve been tense and though we’re seeking counseling we still live apart.

I’m not looking for sympathy and not even sure why I’m giving you a glimpse into something so personal, but I’ll see if I can tie it into a theme from my latest release. Breakdowns in relationships can occur because of the choices we make. If we allow negative emotions to fester and rot and never deal with them, or choose not to communicate our feelings and desires, or worse if one person chooses to keep secrets.

That’s what Zee chooses to do in Safe Promises. She’s a woman with a secret and she’ll go to any lengths to keep that secret even if it means losing the only man who could ever love and accept her for her.

That type of love is priceless, some would say it only exists within the pages of romance novels, but it IS real otherwise, we authors wouldn’t write about it. I know it’s real, because it stares me in the face everyday. Though things look bleak right now for me and my romance hero, I believe in a one true love and maybe, just maybe we’ll get that fairytale ending we both so richly deserve.

Zee was a woman of her word, but honoring her promise to a dead man was proving more and more difficult. And keeping secrets from Miles, the sexy sheriff, a man who ignites her passion and fulfills her every fantasy, only leads to more friction in their already volatile relationship.

Miles knows Zee is hiding something from him and it has everything to do with his missing fugitive. He can’t allow his personal feelings or his relationship with Zee prevent him from doing his job. After all, it’s his reputation on the line, his heart will heal. Or will it?

 

Excerpt:

At the moment, she was pretty sure the man in question was still observing the house, but for Miles’ benefit, she allowed relief to sag her shoulders. Despite her role in everything, she couldn’t live with herself if Kyle did anything to hurt her sister Na’arah again. The first time it had been touch and go when Kyle nearly drowned her, and now that Na’arah was seven months pregnant…

Zee chewed her bottom lip. If only she hadn’t made that promise to Auggie.

“What are you keeping from me, Zemira?”

Her nipples tightened further and she sucked in a breath. The man missed nothing. Some of her guilt must have shown on her face. She swallowed and met his gaze, barely able to resist flinching beneath his scrutiny.

He crooked a finger.

She obliged him by stepping down one stair.

A half smile teased his lips.

Did he really think she was just going to jump in his arms? She wasn’t that easy.

He mounted the first step and even then, he rose above her by a good three inches. She was forced to tilt her head to maintain eye contact.

“You will tell me what you’re keeping from me.”

She lifted a hand and traced the buttons on his shirt, releasing each one as she went. “I tell you what you need to know, Miles.”

His hand closed over her wrist and he pinned her with that penetrating gaze of his. This time she did flinch. A girl could withstand just so much.

“Tell me. Are you wearing any panties beneath that tight short skirt?”

In answer, she grabbed his hand and shoved it beneath her skirt. “What do you think?”

His eyes widened at her boldness. She smirked. He should know better than to ask her questions like that.

“Still a bawdy little minx, I see.” He stroked her swollen lips dragging her honey to the half-hidden bundle of nerves.

She sucked in a breath as lightning quickened in her veins. Her grip tightened on the banister. He plunged two fingers into her welcoming channel, thrusting in and out. Her hips moved of their own volition. She moistened her lips with a quick dart of her tongue.

“That’s how you like me.”

He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth. “Some days.”

A chuckle escaped her throat. “The feeling is mutual.” She tugged down the hem of her skirt, moved to step down and Miles threw an arm out, his hand grasped the rail just below hers, blocking her path. She fought down mild annoyance. “I have somewhere to be.”

The clock in the hall chimed eight bells. “And where is that?”

She chose her words carefully. “I have a tattoo I need to fill in and this is the only time he has free.” If Miles suspected for one moment she wasn’t being entirely truthful, he’d never let her leave or worse demand to know what she was doing.

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Tag Team Beauty Queen

Oh my. I do apologize for my tardiness. My week has been crazy with church, Lent is really big at my house and multiple services, family issues and work…why it’s no excuse life still goes on.

I come bearing a shiny, well at least it is to me. This is book two in the Love Smackdown Series, Tag Team Beauty Queen. This is also my first menage. I hope you like it.

Alexa has always followed her heart, but when her feelings lead her to bed The Tag Team duo of Perfect Storm, well she’s in heaven. That is until another wrestler threatens their happy balance. Tono and Daniel, known as Perfect Storm, don’t mind sharing Alexa. In fact, they’ve embraced all the pleasure a threesome will bring. When a heel and fellow wrestler, Virgil, decides to bring his villainous ways outside the ring, all hell breaks loose. With the relationship in jeopardy the guys scramble to defend their beauty queen’s honor and show Virgil why they’re the champions.

 

 

“I can’t wait to see you outta that dress.” The speaker had a deep, husky voice almost like someone with laryngitis. He curved an arm around her waist and hauled her close.

 

 

 

Alexa grinned and ground her butt against the bulge. His fingers splayed across her abdomen and held her gyrating form still for his thrusts.

 

 

 

Delicious shivers wiggled through her veins and pulsed at the apex of her thighs. Alexa had to make sure Daniel was okay with what she had in mind before she let him take her out of her dress. A smile twisted her lips. His warm breath tickled the curve of her neck and tightened her nipples.

 

 

 

“How bad?” She turned to face him, running her hands along the solid wall of his pecs.

 

 

His teeth gleamed white against his smooth chocolate skin. He grabbed her hand and placed it on his erection. “Does that answer your question?”

 

 

 

Heat cruised her cheeks. She should know better than to ask him questions like that; still the rigid maleness straining against her palm had her squeezing her thighs together.

“You haven’t changed your mind already, have you?” Mischief twinkled in his coffee-colored depths.

 

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Girl Power to Feminine Persuasion

I hope you don’t mind a little repeat, but this is one of my favorite posts. Since it’s Women’s History Month, I thought it appropriate.

 

If you’re female you have power coursing through your veins. What? You didn’t know that? My persuasion can build a nation Endless power, the love we can devour You’ll do anything for me*(1)

Fights, riots, and wars have been fought for love of a woman. Jousts, duels, and feats of athletic prowess have all been wagered for want of a woman. Oh you thought those hunky, muscular men did that just for fun?

A woman’s tears can reduce even the strongest, most disciplined man to a quivering mass of muscles. The love of a good woman can propel him to untold heights.

 

Have you ever listened to the words of Beyonce’s song, Who Run The World? I happen to like the song, it’s empowering. I know there are some who can’t stand anything that comes from Mrs. Jay-Z and that’s cool, but for a moment here’s what I like about the song.

 

It’s strong and in your face. One can hear the attitude rolling from every syllable. The song reminds me of ‘The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.’ a poem by William Ross Wallace

 

Okay so the lyrics

Boy you know you love it how we’re smart enough to make these millions

Strong enough to bear the children then get back to business

see, you better not play me oh come here baby

Hope you still like me, F’ you pay me*(1)

 

 

aren’t as subtle as I am woman, hear me roar
In numbers too big to ignore
And I know too much to go back an’ pretend*(2)

 

or as eloquent as Infancy’s the tender fountain,
Power may with beauty flow,
Mother’s first to guide the streamlets,
From them souls unresting grow–*(3)

 

Whether you wrap it in flowery prose, decide to burn bras, or a more in your face approach, the message is the same. “Who run the world?” Girls!

 

Happy Women’s History Month

 

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2 Helen Reddy’s I Am Woman http://www.lyricstime.com/helen-reddy-i-am-woman-lyrics.html

 

3 ‘The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.’ by William Ross Wallace

 

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Hoping to rekindle the sizzle in their marriage, Harmony Evans plans a romantic getaway. A secluded cabin at Juniper Lake resort is the perfect place to seduce his wife and if he can get in a little ghost hunting, even better.

Jade is more than happy to spend the weekend getting reacquainted with Harmony, without the ghosts, but when their cabin appears haunted and the spectral inhabitant shoves their belongings to the door, she figures it’s time to leave.

No one told them Juniper Lake had a sordid past complete with a serial killer and its own host of earthbound spirits. When the other guests begin to die, the best they can hope for is to survive the night. With a sadistic killer on the loose and bodies piling up, romance will take a backseat to murder.

 

The hairs at the nape of her neck lifted and Jade paused in chopping the stalk of celery for soup. She had the sensation of someone standing behind her. Breath, warm and a little wet, fluttered her hair.

Floorboards creaked and something brushed her shoulder. She gripped the knife handle tighter and whirled, brandishing the blade in front of her.

Nothing.

Her heart raced and she sucked in a breath to steady her rapid pulse. She scanned the room. Nothing was in the area that she could see, but she felt something.

She’d have dismissed her feelings as ridiculous if strange things didn’t keep happening. Like this morning, her bathrobe had been draped at the foot of her bed, but she found the garment hanging neatly in the closet along with her husband’s and he hadn’t placed it there.

Crash!

She jumped. Someone was in the cabin with her. Her hands shook.

“Harmony?” Maybe he was playing a little trick on her. He knew she didn’t care for his hobby of ghost hunting, which was one reason they were in this little cabin tucked in the woods. The other reason was so they could spend time together. And he was off fishing or chasing a rabbit in the forest, while she was being…haunted.

With knife in hand she checked every room of the cabin, which didn’t take long. The cabin had open architecture, the living room flowed into the dining room and kitchen so she could stand in the living room and look into both rooms. The bedroom door stood open and if she leaned just so she could see into the bathroom. Nothing.

So why did she get the impression that someone was watching her?

She peered out the corner of her eye, hoping to catch a glimpse of what wasn’t there. A flash of light. She whipped her head to the left. Nothing.

Snap. Thud. Fingers swept down the side of her cheek while muted laughter wafted through the air.

“This isn’t funny,” she said to the empty room.

Metal scraped against metal. She hit the light switch, plunging the room in darkness. Jade fastened her gaze on the doorknob and clutched the butcher knife to her chest. She backed away, feeling for the wall with her free hand. If she had to, she could jump out the bathroom window.

A rumble of thunder rolled overhead. And that was another thing, their romantic weekend was turning into a soggy nightmare. She just wanted to go home and leave this place to its spectral inhabitants, if it was indeed haunted.

Wind shook the windows, rattling the glass in the panes. She tensed and bit back a shriek as her back brushed the wall. The fibers of the roughhewn walls grabbed at her shirt in an attempt to hold her in place. Damn Harmony and his quest to find the supernatural. Now would be the perfect time for him to be around to tell her there was no such thing as spooks.

Click clack. Her heart thudded against her ribs so loud she feared it would jump from her chest. This wasn’t the romantic weekend her husband promised her and now he wasn’t even here. Cursing the day Harmony ever brought her to this hellhole, she flexed her fingers.

The door wobbled. She sucked in a breath. Hinges creaked. Her back hit the wall.

Sweat slicked her palms. A shadow fell across the threshold.

She raised the knife.

 

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Let Them Eat…Chocolate

So many cool things are happening this week, I can barely keep track. My fellow authors are prospering, signing contracts and moving on to bigger and better things. That’s always good. This is release week for me, so there will be some promo going on, but I’m really excited about Valentine’s Day.

Yeah, this totally unromantic writer, who was looking forward to dinner and live jazz on the holiday will now be flying to Vegas. The hubs just couldn’t do simple this year. That’s fine by me. It will be nice to get out of the snow and cold to enjoy a cool sixty degrees.

While in flight, I’ll try not to think about the movie Flight. Has anyone seen that? Really good movie, but now I’m wondering if we should test the pilot before he or she flies. I’ll think happy thoughts and send up a little prayer.

Anyone have any big plans for the holiday or will it be business as usual. Come on don’t be shy.

How Sweet It Is

In a former life I wanted to be a pastry chef. I believed in this so much that I went to school for this and did receive my degree in Culinary Arts. Baking is the one thing where one can really get their hands dirty and creativity can run rampant.

During my school days we got to work in many mediums and because our class was so small, just three people, we explored lots of chocolate work, flambes, sugar work. Working with chocolate is very forgiving, if something goes wrong you can always melt it down and start over, working with sugar, pastillage is an edible sugar dough that dries very hard. A baker can create flowers, people, hearts, or any number of things to place on cupcakes, cakes or candy.

I didn’t become a pastry chef, but I used the knowledge I gained as a student to become a cake decorator. Going from creativity to production was an interesting experience, but every once and a while I got flex my creative muscle.

This was the inspiration for my upcoming release, The Baker’s Touch, an erotic romance from Sugar and Spice Press. Here’s the blurb.

Valentine’s is always a busy time of year for PB and J Bakery. With love fueling the need for sweet confections, there’s always room for romance. Even the anonymous gifts left for Penelope, by a secret admirer, are a welcome distraction from the chaos of chocolate and spongecake.

 

Penelope Bishop has an idea who’s sending the gifts, or at least she hopes it’s her sexy mystery man who stole a kiss on New Year’s Eve. The trouble is, she’s never seen him. Her only clues are dancing skills, a great pair of lips, and a sensual voice that haunts her dreams and every waking fantasy. All that pales when her assistant, Avery, inspires those same lustful thoughts.

 

Avery has loved Penelope from afar, but with her recent breakup, he doubts she’ll view him beyond the current role he has in her life…seeing eye person. He has one chance to woo a woman who defines her world through touch, scent, sound, and taste–think outside the dating box. When an old flame comes courting and makes Penelope an offer she just may accept, Avery has one last opportunity to make her his Valentine…he’ll have to bare all.

Let’s Make Magic

So I survived the first week of the new year and didn’t even get a lousy tee shirt. New beginnings, new attitude and lots of new ideas. While some things have remained the same, I”m looking forward to the possibilities of this year. For me a new year is like opening a new document, anything can happen. New worlds to explore, new characters to develop and fall in love with or simply a page to pour out thoughts and ideas.

The new year is what you make…or not. Either way make it something spectacular and memorable. I know I will.

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Pressures from work have kept Nathan from seeing his girlfriend the last two weeks and he knows she’s not pleased. When he finds her in his office wearing a smirk and little else he can only hope she’s there to show him the error of his ways.

Shauna understands that Nathan’s job is important to him, but so is she. She hopes a private session in his office will remind him of the passion they share. There’s more to life than duty…there’s pleasure.

Excerpt:

Could she hear his heart hammering away? God, he hoped not. That would give her insight into exactly what he was feeling. By her slow perusal and the way her gaze lingered on his crotch, she already knew what he was feeling. He shifted, met her stare, and barely stifled a groan.

Open appraisal and hunger simmered in her dark chocolate depths. She licked her lips and his body jerked in response, his cock aching to feel the warm heat of her mouth on him.

He looked her over. Sheer black stockings encased long, shapely legs. Her red-soled shoes bore an ice-pick thin heel and a sexy jeweled ankle strap. She lowered her feet to the floor and leaned forward, giving him a view of her breasts as they threatened to spill from the top of her leather bustier. What was she wearing beneath? A skirt? A thong?

“Close and lock the door, Nathan.” Her sultry voice washed over him, sensitizing nerves already alive with lust.

“What are you doing here, Shauna?” Even as he voiced his curiosity, he did as she ordered.

The corners of her mouth twisted upward. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

“That’s not true.” He frowned. “This case…”

She merely lifted a brow, while her fingers swept over the curve of her breasts. He followed her movements, envying the digits caressing her creamy chocolate flesh. He sucked in a breath.

“This case is important, Shauna.”

“How long has it been?”

Her finger circled one pert nipple. The pebbled point strained against the supple material, while her gaze never left his face. He probably should’ve made time for her, for them. Could she see how much her presence, her actions affected him? A bead of sweat trickled between his shoulder blades while his cock remained rock-hard. By the smirk teasing her lips, she did.

He lowered his head. “Too long.”

“My sentiments exactly.” Her hand slid down her flat abdomen and disappeared from view. Her lids fluttered to half-mast. “I’ve had to replace the batteries in my vibrator…twice this week.”

Damn. Was she just going to make him watch her come, no participation required on his part? That was low and hot all at the same time.

Nathan clenched his jaw, his hand moving to the bulge in his pants, and rubbed up and down. She sucked at her bottom lip and he longed to see her fingers delve into her damp folds, but the desk obstructed his view. Her scent, sweet and musky, perfumed the air, and his mouth watered to taste her. A soft moan eased past his lips. He could almost feel her silken heat wrapped around the rigid length of him.

Abruptly she stilled, her eyes taking on a dreamy quality he loved to watch. “What are you doing?”

Confused, he glanced around.

“Stop touching yourself.”

He ceased stroking himself and allowed his hand to fall at his side. He’d been so aroused by her he hadn’t realized what he was doing.

“Take off your clothes.”

“What?”

Another sly smile and an eyebrow raise. He tugged at the knot in his tie while the other hand went to the buttons on his shirt. There weren’t many people left in the building this time of night, but there was still the potential to get caught. A glance at the door assured him it was still locked.

“You must not want me as badly as I think you do.” Her hand disappeared beneath the desk again. “What a pity. I guess that means you get to watch.”

Evernight

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Let the Countdown Begin

As 2013 fast approaches I look back over my year and have to say I’ve been truly blessed. The number of books published and contracts received for 2012 outnumber what was done in 2011. I attended a book conference, a couple of book signings, met several Facebook friends, traveled, achieved a couple of silver stars and even made the Amazon best seller list a time or two.

I also learned reviewers don’t like “cliffhangers” even if there’s a full story involved, everyone doesn’t like me (no surprise there) and I have even less patience than I had a year ago.

2012 was a wonderful year for me and 2013 is shaping up to be fantastic. I’ve stepped outside my comfort zone a few times and look forward to gathering even more knowledge. As my schedule grows busier and the muses toss more plot bunnies and my bff’s muses have decided to toss ideas at me too. (What’s up with that? Like I don’t have enough people living in my head already) Anyway embrace the change and newness of 2013. The sky is the limit.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic.

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Oh and I have a free read releasing January 4 from Evernight Publishing.

Pressures from work have kept Nathan from seeing his girlfriend the last two weeks and he knows she’s not pleased. When he finds her in his office wearing a smirk and little else he can only hope she’s there to show him the error of his ways.

Shauna understands that Nathan’s job is important to him, but so is she. She hopes a private session in his office will remind him of the passion they share. There’s more to life than duty…there’s pleasure.

Food, Fun and Family

Christmas, for me, is snow and family. I love spending time with my loved ones. A couple of our traditions is to open gifts at home, then travel to my Dad’s for breakfast. Driving to Dad’s is a little more treacherous in the winter months as we live an hour and fifteen minutes away, but we make the trip, faithfully. One of the best things about this gathering is food, fun, and family.

My husband and children are usually the first to arrive and while he and the kids socialize I head to the kitchen to help Dad cook. Maybe I should say take over cooking. By the time my sister arrives we kick Dad out the kitchen and get down to business.

The meal isn’t complicated, bacon, sausage, eggs, pancakes, french toast and my sticky buns. The sticky bun recipe can be found in the Passionate Cooks cookbook.

Have you ever seen grown folks fight over food? Or rather sticky buns? That’s part of the fun of going to Dad’s, watching my step-mom, sister and brothers all fight over who’s going to eat the last few rolls.

After breakfast, it’s time to open gifts. This is also one of my favorite parts. All ages are represented from itty bitties to high schoolers. And all the kids play nicely with one another. Not sure how that happens, but it does.

Food, fun and family the best thing about Christmas.

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The holidays can be murder. Someone is out to kill Michaela Winters, but she has more important things to worry about, arguing with her husband and when to tell him he’s going to be a father come to mind.

Brockridge Logan realizes the mistake he’s made and he’s willing to make amends. His solution is to whisk her away to their cabin up north where he can seduce and keep her safe.

When an ice storm closes the roads and traps them in the middle of nowhere for the duration of the holidays. A marriage will be mended, but will it be too late with a killer on the loose.