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

Colm dropped the mat to the living floor and placed the tote on the sofa. He kicked off his Nikes, removed the North Face jacket from his massive torso, and tossed the coat over my reading chair as if he lived in the apartment with me. “I want to tell you it’s nice to see you again, Chad, but it’s not.”


Shit. A fight between Colm and Chad could break out at any minute. Neither liked each other, fighting over my affections.


“Fuck you, Malcolm! Don’t you have a sewer to be in?” Chad rose from the sofa and made his exit, neutralizing the situation. While leaving, he said over his right shoulder at me, “I didn’t know you were fucking the wannabee writer. You could have shared that information with me from the start.”


Chapter 11