Here novella is a MM erotic contemporary romance called "Ski Bunny Blues." Here's the blurb:
When warm weather loving Max is transferred from California back to New Hampshire for work, his first thought is Oh, crap. He moved away from his childhood state for a reason: he hates snow. Not only will he be relocating at the start of winter, he'll be living in his boss’s condo, right at a ski area! Max attempts to find himself a fireplace buddy through online dating, but gives up after a string of failures. Then along comes Shawn, a hunky part time ski slope employee, and full time contractor. Shawn definitely warms Max's cockles by the fire, but is he enough to keep Max from scurrying back to California when the snow hits?
Sounds fabulous to me! How about you? Want to hear more? Here's a story excerpt for you to enjoy. May wanted to save all the smokin' hawt stuff for the book! hehehe
Shawn laughed out loud. “You’re funny.” He moved forward in his seat and chewed his lower lip. “Listen, I’d love to stay here and keep talking but I better go see if HR is back yet. Can I, um, have your phone number?”
Max leaned forward a bit, too. “As long as you don’t mind that I’m gay.”
“Cool,” he said, a slight grin on his face.
Max resisted the urge to reach out and touch the man’s stubbled jaw.
“Cool?” he asked, pinching his lips and raising his eyebrows, resisting the urge to yell Are you gay or not?!
Shawn chuckled. He placed a large hand on his shoulder and leaned into his ear. “I am, too. That’s why I asked for your number, silly.”
When he stood Max gazed up at him and smiled, liking the feel of his strong hand resting comfortably on him. He began to imagine this man snuggled up with him by the fire.“Your number?” Shawn whispered, a look of amusement on his face.
Max was too busy gazing into his eyes and fantasizing to do anything productive, like give him his number! He shook his head and looked on the table for a pen.
“Um, no pen,” he said sheepishly.
Shawn nodded, deftly removing his cell phone from his belt carrier. He missed his hand as soon as it was lifted from his shoulder. “Go,” Shawn ordered. After he recited his phone number Shawn nodded and typed it in his phone. “Last name?”
“Weeks,” Max gazed at the business card still clasped in his hand. “You’re Sullivan. Irish?”
“Ya think?” He placed a hand on his shoulder again and squeezed gently. “I’ll call you soon. I’m busy with a job the next couple of days but you will hear from me okay? Don’t go running back to California.”
“Nope, not going anywhere.”
“Okay, good,” Shawn gave his half grin before heading toward a stairway at the back of the main lodge.
Max stared at his retreating form, a bit stunned, and now way too distracted to work. As soon as his new hunk of man friend was out of sight he quickly gathered his things and made a beeline for the exit, grinning like an idiot as he hurried down the path that led to the condos. After he entered his unit he let out a war whoop, placing his laptop on the counter so he could add some outrageous dance moves and leaps. Once he got the worst of the crazies out of his system he sank in the sofa and called Sandy.“I found a ski bear and he’s soooooo fine!” He went on to relay every detail of his encounter with Shawn, butterflies churning inside.
Oooooo! I can't wait to find out how Max and Shawn chase away the winter time blues. Only five more days until 'Tis the Season for Seduction can be yours in both ebook and print formats.
Come back tomorrow when The Seductress stops in with a peak at her novella "Christmases Past."
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