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

He knew the second he stepped into the garage that something was off. The smell of menthol cigarettes was unmistakable. He found Hellfire flipping through a box of photos he had left open the night before. He hurried over and swatted her away.


“Shove off, Holly! You’re getting them all smoky.”


“Well, shit,” Hellfire said. “Someone’s gotten spunky.”


“I just don’t want you messing their stuff up.”


Hellfire shrugged and dropped her cigarette to the floor, grinding it out with her pointy green shoe causing the tiny bells on the tip to jingle. It was the most ridiculous thing Cole had ever seen.


He climbed over and around the donations until he reached the workbench. After dumping some nails out of a mason jar into a jar full of screws, he returned and handed the empty jar to Hellfire. “If you have to smoke, put your butts in here. I about shit when I saw how many butts you left on the floor the other day. They almost saw them!”


Chapter 18