Almost thirty, amateur boxer Daron Tulsa has a little mess on his hands. He just so happens to be falling for his best friend, Colm Frost, a sports-themed freelance writer for e-magazines. Life for Daron feels cataclysmically frostbitten because Colm is straight and has a stunning Hollywood actress girlfriend. For Daron, these major blocks leave Colm untouchable, both emotionally and physically.<br><br>As the Pittsburgh winter becomes a tempest of snow, ice, and cold, so does Daron’s heart. He realizes Colm will never be a part of his world and pulls away from the man. But when Colm’s girlfriend travels for her career, leaving him behind, two personal secrets unexpectedly unfold, which may eventually melt Daron’s heart.

Frostbitten

We threw a number of hits at each other with quick movement and feisty action: right hooks, a one-two punch, and powerful uppercuts. Our footwork could have earned compliments, but we lacked an audience to watch our action play out in the gym that morning. Beef decided to pass on his shower and left with his gym bag.


Bobs and weaves ensued for the next seven minutes. To my liking, we ended up in a textbook clinch, which caused our bare chests and heads to come together in a firm lock. Our arms wrapped around each other like vices, and we stared each other down with notorious concentration. Both of us perspired and huffed like bulls in the ring. And both of us smelled rank, stinging with man-sweat as we stayed entangled together, face to face, and without a referee to pull us apart.


Frostbitten, I thought. He has my heart and doesn’t even know it.He has everything and nothing when it comes to me. Dammit.


Chapter 3