Voices in the Snow (Black Winter, #1)

Clare remembers the cold. She remembers abandoned cars and children‘s toys littered across the road. She remembers dark shapes in the snow and a terror she can‘t explain. And then... nothing. When she wakes, aching and afraid in a stranger‘s gothic home, he tells her she was in an accident, a crash in the snow. He claims he saved her. Clare wants to leave, but a vicious snowstorm has blanketed the world in white, trapping them together, and there‘s nothing she can do but wait. At least the stranger seems kind... but Clare doesn‘t know if she can trust him. He promised they were alone here, but she sees and hears things that convince her something else is creeping about the surrounding woods, watching. Waiting. Between the claustrophobic storm and the inescapable sense of being hunted, Clare is on edge... and increasingly certain of one thing: Her car crash wasn‘t an accident. Something is waiting for her to step outside the fragile safety of the house... something monstrous, something unfeeling. Something desperately hungry.