Six women have been murdered, and Michael is nowhere near knowing who killed them. But he is certain the barman Spyros is involved in some way. If only he can stop thinking with the wrong brain whenever he’s around the man.<br><br>Spyros wishes he wasn’t sexually attracted to the police officer who arrested him for murder. The feeling builds whenever they’re around each other.<br><br>After they’re snowed in at the Derbyshire Dales building, the men find themselves together more than they should. Spyros has no idea if this is a blessing in disguise for him, while Michael toys with the idea of giving in to his attraction is worth it. One’s a suspect; the other’s the law. Not the ideal combination for a perfect relationship. But can they make it work?

Snowed In: Michael and Spyros

“I’m more important than the bastard who threw a brick through your window? I’m touched.”


“Shut the fuck up.” Spyros growled. He shook his head at the soggy socks in his hand. “The weather out there is awful, Barnett-Connelly.”


“Seeing as I’m barefoot in your house, shouldn’t you be calling me Michael?”


“This isn’t the time to be jovial. There’s no chance of you finding anyone out there.”


“Come on, Spyros, I know Buxton like the back of my hand. I grew up in the Dales. Snow storms aren’t a problem for me.”


“Not like this one.” Spyros gave Michael a hard look. “Would you want to freeze to death out there? Because I certainly don’t.”


But even as he said it, Michael feel the shivering get worse. Spyros sighed.


“Now who’s being the cocky shit?”


“When did I say you were a cocky shit?”


Chapter 12