Rainbow in the Snow

By Irene Crawford-Siano
Mainstream/Contemporary Romance, 317 pages
Cover art by Richard Stroud

Lindsay Macauley is a single mom with a 13-year-old son, Lee. Rand Dyson is a divorced man with a scarred heart. They meet on a train during the worst blizzard of the decade. She's on her way to Trailwood, a run-down horse farm she has recently inherited. Rand is going home to his horse-breeding estate, Windcrest. Rand is picked up by a friend on a snowmobile and they head home. When they realize their new neighbors are stranded they return with another snowmobile and sled to rescue them.

Then Lindsay and Rand begin their ride of lifetime.

Excerpt:
Lindsay Macaulay watched the wet snow pack against the window of the slow-moving train as her father’s version of the little ditty played over and over in her mind. Strange that she could remember the ditty but she couldn’t remember Jeff Macaulay or Trailwood, the family’s ancestral home in Riverton County.

Now after twenty-six years, Lindsay was going home, her thirteen-year-old son, Lee, asleep on the seat beside her. She and Lee were fortunate this morning to get seats on the only train running north as a mid-January blizzard was bringing traffic to a dead stop all across Southern Ontario.

Lindsay wondered if the horseman’s ditty was a warning against Trailwood, the one hundred-acre horse farm that she had recently inherited from her paternal grandfather, Jeb, or would it be a delight?

She didn’t remember Trailwood, her horseman father or even the first ten years of her life. She remembered only the pain and the doctors at the Toronto General Hospital who were determined to save her badly injured leg.

Now, during the worst blizzard of the last half-century, she was going home—not because she wanted to, but because the city’s juvenile judge had warned her “get this young man away from his so-called friends or next time...”

As the train slowed for its Riverton terminal, Lindsay couldn’t help wonder if the ditty was going to prove a horseman’s delight or a horseman’s warning?