A freak snowstorm seemed like the perfect bonding experience. Anyone watching Oliver and Wyatt McKinsey from a distance would have thought the two men were having a great time throwing snowballs and building a snowman. The casual observer would never guess that, as a shooting star streaks across the sky, both men wish for a way out of their failing marriage.<br><br>Fortunately for them, a disaffected, chain-smoking elf hiding from her Christmas duties decides to give them what they really want. From the last of their good intentions and a little Christmas magic, she creates Cole -- a living, breathing embodiment of what Oliver and Wyatt once loved about each other.<br><br>Can Cole’s intense feelings for both Oliver and Wyatt help reawaken a love they think is gone? Is there a place for Cole in their marriage before time runs out and the spell is broken forever?

Snowman of My Dreams

“Hell yeah, it will.” Wyatt winked by way of thanks. He knew in his mind that he should have done anything other than wink at a man he was employing, a man other than his husband, but Cole made it impossible to be anything other than genuine. Cole seemed to take every experience at face value and held nothing back and it was nice to be free to return that exuberance in kind. Wyatt added a joyful laugh instead of the shameful cringe he felt would have been more appropriate.


Cole’s cheeks, already flushed from working out in the cold, reddened further and he lowered his eyes before looking back up through his lashes at Wyatt. The honest, unfiltered response sent Wyatt’s heart racing. Shit. Shit shit shit.


Chapter 9