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Blurb: Sawyer is too busy to worry about something as
frivolous as Christmas. College is hard, but he’s focused on getting into law
school. Kable is studying to make the family business, Del Buon Gusto, into a
successful chain restaurant. When a party debacle at the restaurant gives Kable
a chance to get close to Sawyer, he’s shocked to learn Sawyer’s a Christmas
Grinch. He's determined to change Sawyer’s mind, but their dates are one
debacle after another. It might not be possible to make this into Sawyer's
first Merry Christmas after all.
Excerpt:
What a waste of time. He could’ve been home starting his paper
or even watching a movie if he wanted to slack off.
Fed up avoiding questions of family traditions and travel plans,
Sawyer strolled away from the crowd in the dining room and headed toward the
tree. He nodded and smiled at a few people but didn’t stop. Everyone else was
enjoying the appetizers that had just come out, but he’d already had dinner
before he left home, since he’d expected to work. He could pass more time
pretending to examine the ornaments or watching the snow drift down now that
the storm finally hit. He’d just have to wait a little longer until he could
politely make his escape.
“You don’t like eggnog?”
“What?” Sawyer blinked and shrugged the hand off his shoulder.
He took a step to the side. He’d been focused on the snow, watching the puffy
flakes float down to coat the sidewalks and road. The grassy verge along the
road was already completely white. He hadn’t even heard Kable approaching,
which was odd because he was normally impossible to miss. He was just as loud
and energetic as his dad.
“Your cup is still full.” Kable gestured toward the red cup in
Sawyer’s hand. “Usually when you don’t drink something that means you don’t
like it.”
“It smells gross, and I definitely don’t think a dairy product
should be this thick and still be drinkable.” Sawyer’s filter was gone, just
like it usually was around Kable. He got so nervous, he always ended up saying
whatever came to him. It wasn’t like he was trying to hide that he was
gay—everyone already knew that—but he hoped his crush wasn’t as obvious. He’d
had enough embarrassment for the evening.
Kable laughed. “Then why’d you take it?”
“It seemed like the thing to do.” Sawyer rotated the cup between
his palms, disgusted by the way the glop reacted. Surely it couldn’t be safe to
drink the stuff.
“So, is it just dairy-based holiday drinks you don’t like? Or is
it something more? You haven’t had a single thing to eat, and you’re not
exactly dressed for the party. There’s so much fun to be had from
dressing up for Christmas parties.” Kable waved a hand in front his chest.
“Like this.” He was wearing an awful sweater with reindeer prancing around a
Christmas tree that had bedazzled ornaments decorating every puffy bough. Not
even something that hideous could detract from his dark-haired, blue-eyed
handsomeness... but really, Sawyer shouldn’t be noticing that at all.
Sawyer scoffed. “I’d rather be here in my underwear than wear
something like that.”
“Or your uniform?” Kable gestured toward Sawyer’s black slacks
and plain white shirt. “Is it just that you don’t have another outfit?”
“Of course I have other outfits! Why would you think that?”
Sawyer snapped. His face was hot and prickly; no one else had mentioned his
clothes, even if they noticed he was wearing his work uniform. It’s not like he
was wearing something inappropriate, like shorts and a t-shirt.
Kable cocked his head to one side. “If you had something else,
why didn’t you wear that?”
“You’re nosy, you know?” He was always asking questions and
getting into everyone’s business. The others didn’t seem to mind. Kable was Mr.
McArthur’s son, and he worked the occasional shift at the restaurant when they
were short a waiter even though he was in school full-time to get a business
degree. He was friendly, sometimes too friendly, and made Sawyer uncomfortable
with his casual intimacy. Kable was always patting him on the back or arm when
they spoke, and Sawyer liked it a little too much.
“Yep.” Kable grinned. “But wait, don’t tell me! You never come
out for a drink with the rest of us, not even for coffee, and you’re always
studying those books on your breaks. I’ve never heard you even talk about doing
something like going to a party. You thought you were here to work tonight,
didn’t you?”
Sawyer grit his teeth. “So what? Your dad just said he wanted us
all here.”
“And you didn’t put two and two together?” Kable gestured toward
the room.
“I did once I got here. He said he was throwing a party for
friends and family. What else was I going to think?” Sawyer was getting tired
of Kable’s questions. He lifted his before Kable could notice his scowl and
figure out he was getting to him and made the stupid mistake of taking a drink.
“Oh, ew.” Sawyer desperately wanted to spit out the eggnog, but
there was no polite way to do so. He forced the mouthful down, swallowing
repeatedly in an attempt to get rid of the liquid still coating his tongue. It
was as horrible as he thought it would be. He stared at the cup in disgust.
“People actually drink this... on purpose?”
Author
Bio:
The number one question folks ask Alicia when she
shares she's a MM romance author: "Why gay fiction? Why write men when
you're a woman?" and her answer is: "Why the hell not!" Alicia
Nordwell is one of those not so rare creatures, a reader turned writer. Striving
to find an interesting story one day, she decided to write what she wanted
instead. Then the voices started... Yep, not only does she talk about herself
in the third person for bios, she has voices in her head constantly clamoring
to get out. Fortunately, with the encouragement of her family and friends, she
decided for her own sanity to keep writing.
Now you can find her stories both free and
e-published. When she’s not on the computer typing away, she's a wife and a mom
of two in the dreary, yet ideal for her redhead complexion, Pacific Northwest.
Except for when she disappears into one of the many worlds in her head, of
course! She can also be found quite often at her blog, where she has a lot of
free fiction for readers to enjoy or working hard, or maybe hardly working, as
an admin on GayAuthors.org under her online nickname, Cia.
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