When author Christian Rivers meets Milestone County's Sheriff Philip Erickson, a spark of attraction flickers between them. The three stories in this collection fan the flames of that attraction, and the love Christian and Philip share blazes within these pages. Contains the stories: A Light in the Dark: Author Christian Rivers has ended a five-year relationship with his boyfriend, Russ, but is suddenly propelled back into "the scene" when he phones Milestone County Sheriff Philip Erickson about an animal cruelty case. What follows for both men is surprisingly satisfying. Winter's Light: A week before Christmas, Christian and Philip move in together. Balancing a relationship, a book tour, the approaching holiday, and the imminent arrival of in-laws, he also juggles the hassle of running into his ex-boyfriend and dealing with his sister, who shows up uninvited. Will new year start with an even deeper commitment to one another, or end up on the rocks after the holidays? Heaven's Light: Christian receives the phone call he's been dreading for six months. His father has died. Flying home to Arizona with his husband Philip, Christian arrives in Glendale to a family in chaos. Fraught with his own demons, will Christian be strong enough to solider on and battle the challenges that await him when he arrives home to say a final goodbye to the man he called Dad?

The Light Between Us Box Set

Lying back in the lukewarm bathwater, I sip my drink, listening and smiling at life’s simple joys.


I hear plates clink. The refrigerator opens and shuts. Utensils rustle.


My eyes slowly close to the steady rhythm of sounds.


Then the sounds of Edith Pilaf wafting into the room from the bedroom’s stereo speakers cause me to stir.


I am suddenly being poked in the arm by a wandering finger. I open my eyes to Philip standing nearby, balancing a plate with a teriyaki chicken sandwich I left for him in the fridge; he grips a canter of whiskey in the other hand. His smile is disarmingly boyish, masculine, and devilishly handsome. Silver Fox—my nickname for him.


I pull myself up in the mountain of bubbles.


“Looks like someone is having a private party,” he says, smirking.


Darth glances up at him with a busy, eager stare, his bushy tail wagging and thumping the floor, as if asking, Where’s my dinner?


“Welcome home, sweet man,” I say, gathering myself.


Chapter 20