SNOW DRIFTER by Amy Gallow
Genre: Romance
SubGenre: Contemporary
EBook formats ISBN: 978-1-60313-705-8
Trade paperback ISBN: 978-1-60313-706-5 
Allison Farrell was content with the familiarity of her childhood home and secure in her position at Mayfield’s until Stuart Ferguson drifted in to blow her safe haven apart.
On the snowy peak of Mount Kosciusko, she discovers a blaze within that the fiercest blizzard cannot extinguish. Yet the contrast between their lives is absolute. Has she the courage to emulate the biblical Ruth and leave her home and follow the endless winter from hemisphere to hemisphere?

"Snow Drifter" was released by Whiskey Creek Press in July 2009 and was based, in part on my daughter's years as a ski instructor, but the Australian background was researched during a trip through the Snowy Mountains area in which we spoke to many of the characters. Bev Wales, a near legend in the areas as a tough, but fair, policeman, Tony Sponar, an Olympic Skier who migrated from Czechoslovakia to join the Snowy Mountains Authority and stayed to build his own chalet, Charlie Savestro, who spent his seventeenth birthday in the tunnels of the hydro-electric scheme, and Pat O'Dea, the Authority's Chief of Security. After that we rode the ferries and walked the same paths as the characters as they moved through Sydney's CBD and Balmain.
The story received five paw prints from Howling Good Books, five hearts from Night Owl Romance and four and a half books from LASR and this is an excerpt...brief, but good.

This was the culmination of all the odd moments, both on the phone and since she'd arrived. She lay there in his arms, gathering the small pieces of her courage.
"Stuart," she whispered. "You are glad that I'm here."
"What made you think that I wasn't," he asked, his lack of surprise opening a chasm beneath her.
"I can't explain," she said. "It's just a feeling."
He appeared to consider this, supporting himself on his elbow so he could look down at her face, studying it for a moment before he spoke.
"I love you, Allison Farrell. Nothing could please me more than to have you at my side throughout eternity. That you should feel the same is a little difficult for me to believe. You'll have to forgive me if I sometimes follow your example and wander off the track a little."
"So, it's my fault now," she accused in pretended pique, even as her heart sang joyously.
"Of course," he agreed, recognizing the glow that came into her eyes. "If you're in love with me, I must be perfect."
"What does that make me?" she asked
"Perfect as well."
"Then I can't be at fault," she reasoned.
"I take the Fifth Amendment," he said, grinning at her as his hand crept stealthily down her body.
"You're not an American," she said, twisting her body to give him better access.
"I may become one," he said, taking advantage of her move. "I'm quite enamored by the right to the pursuit of happiness enshrined in their Constitution."