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’s nipples were taut buttons of desire and he was afraid he’d pass out if he couldn’t get his ragged breathing under control. He looked over Cole’s shoulder to the framed picture of himself and Wyatt he kept on his side of the bed. The two men in the picture were embracing and laughing in a happy time before anything heavy had entered their lives. The bittersweet memory did the trick. His treasonous dick softened. He took a deep breath, held it, and released the air and tension in one big exhale. “You like them?”


“Oh, very much,” Cole said. He glanced up and seemed to sense the change within Oliver and took a step back. “Sorry. Was that too much? I’ve just never…”


Oliver chuckled and turned to find a shirt—long sleeved if possible—before continuing the conversation. “I’m glad you like them. I forget they’re there most of the time, really. My tattoo artist Joe is freaking amazing. It’s therapy for me, really.”


Chapter 11