Rob Matthews

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

Oliver couldn’t help but laugh. “Dramatic much? What did Randy do this time? Why is that truck here?”


“Stupid me. I thought things were going to go smoother for Christmas than they did for Thanksgiving. Thought everything would be fine. Was it fine?”


“Oh, no.” Wyatt rummaged through their cabinets and came out with a strawberry Pop Tart shoved halfway into his mouth. After chewing, he washed it down with an audible gulp of coffee. “Randy decides now that he has a key, he will get a jump on things and show up early. He gets there—fucking pipe’s burst sometime in the night. The whole fucking place is flooded. Instead of calling me right away, they call Floyd over at CRX to haul every dry thing out of there.”


“And over to here.” Wyatt growled in frustration. “I’ve got to go over there. See how totally screwed we are.”


“What about Floyd and all that stuff?”


Chapter 10