Whiteout is the third action-packed adventure book in the Misadventures of Sarah Davies, and it's filled with all the action and excitement of the previous books. It's the week of the first winter break in Sarah's college year and she and her cousin, Meagan, are in North Dakota with Brad and Ali visiting Brad's cousin, Holly. They will attend a formal celebration with her fiancé, Ryan on Friday night, but before that the teens will have several days to spend outdoors enjoying winter sports. They set out on the first morning for a venture of cross-country skiing. The day is sunny with clear skies and it gives Sarah a bit of peace from the haunting dream that she had the night before where she was trapped in a horrifying snow storm and buried alive. The day starts out with fun and laughter but it soon turns into a nightmare when Holly's father doesn't arrive at the destination point to pick them up and the weather takes a sudden change and brings on a deadly snow storm. Her dad's distress call from his friend's house suggests he's been in an accident but when they struggle through the storm and arrive at Jake's house they realize that her father is in far more danger than they imagined. Now they must fight the winter storm on foot in an unfamiliar territory to find Holly's father. The teens endure severe hardship and Sarah must continue the search regardless of her own injuries and her fears because their quest is now one of rescue and survival in a fast-paced race against time.

Meagan and I had been invited by Brad’s cousin, Holly, to her parent’s luxury home in North Dakota to enjoy a few days of outdoor winter sports and a formal dinner party with her fiancé, Ryan. It was the winter break during our first year of college and we were thrilled that we could go skiing on the big slopes, but even more than that, we would finally have the opportunity to dress up for Brad and Ali? Everything was planned so carefully and Meagan and I were excited and ready to go. We boarded the bus in the middle of the night with Brad and Ali, and after the initial excitement of the trip began to wear off, I found the gentle movement of the ride so relaxing that it put me to sleep. A while later, though, I woke up in a startle with my heart pounding and fear surging through my body from a dream that seemed so real and threatening, that I just wanted to turn around and go back home. I wanted to talk to someone about it but everyone was asleep, and so I leaned back in the seat and tried to recall everything in my mind. I’m not sure where I was, but I was cold and shaking and the pain that was shooting up through my body was slowly overtaking my senses as I ran into the dark unknown to stay alive. The wind was howling passed my head and the skies began to light up again with another foreboding crackle of lightning. Seconds later, the ground was trembling from the echoes of thunder that sent more chills across my neck. It seemed as if I was running in slow motion through knee-deep snow that was becoming deeper with every step. There was an overpowering light of some kind that was threatening me and I had no idea what it was, just that I had to escape its clutches before it caught up with me. Suddenly, there was an explosion that blew me into the air and then shoved me deep under the ice and snow. I screamed for help but no one heard me, and as I struggled to get out the walls of snow slowly closed in on me. I began pushing and kicking but nothing moved, and then everything went quiet. I couldn’t hear a sound, not even the rampant storm that was raging all around me. My heart was pounding and my ears began ringing out in fear. It was becoming harder to breathe inside this cold, dark tomb that was holding me hostage. I thought of Meagan and the guys, and I began to worry if they would find me in time, or if they would find me at all. It became difficult to breathe and I was terrified, so I held my breath and then pushed with all my strength to get out, but it was impossible. My lungs began hurting with each breath after that, and my head was getting fuzzy. I didn’t have any strength left and so I collapsed and closed my eyes as the deafening sounds of silence overtook my senses. Then suddenly, I heard someone laughing in the distance. My skin shivered and I opened my eyes slowly only to realize that I was still on the bus, and that the laughter was coming from two people at the front. Was this dream a warning of some kind? I wanted to cry because it felt so real, and I couldn’t shake the fear or the horrible sensation of dying alone when I realized that in my dream I had been buried alive.

Ronnie Dauber is a Canadian author who enjoys writing action-packed novels for young adults and adults. She also enjoys writing short stories and poems, and has just published her first Inspirational Book. Ronnie lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and children.