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

“Sorry, kid.” Hellfire hugged his lower body. “I really shouldn’t have done this to you. But I’m working on it. Don’t give up on me, yet.”


“I’m going to tell them anyway. Maybe they won’t mind that I’m not meant to be.”


“If you tell them, you’ll break the spell.”


“You’ll melt instantly. Right before their eyes and they’ll never have any memory that you even existed at all.”Chapter 8: Wyatt


Wyatt checked his phone for the third time that day, but found nothing beyond random social media alerts. He plugged it into charger before grabbing some cereal from the kitchen, eating with his hands directly from the box.


“We’re on our own for breakfast, then?” Oliver ran his hands absentmindedly through his hair.


“Oh, yeah,” Wyatt said. “Sorry. I didn’t really think. Is that okay?”


Oliver shrugged. “It’s whatever. No big deal.” He took down his box of strawberry Pop Tarts, but put it back.


Chapter 19