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

“I’m so sorry,” she said quietly. “You tried. I wish there was another way.”


Cole could not speak. His brain could not process the amount of pain and disappointment that was currently pulling it apart and smashing it down into a million pieces simultaneously. Even if he could form a coherent thought, his throat was constricted, his lungs afraid to expand. His mind was racing as he broke out into a cold sweat. It raced even faster when he realized it wasn’t sweat. He was melting.


Chapter 32