Fruitcake is the laughingstock of the holiday season. But is it really an aphrodisiac instead? Motorcycle mechanic Sam McGuire is surprised to find a gaily wrapped box on his doorstep with a piece of fruitcake inside. The note on the present is an invitation to a holiday party. Intrigued, Sam attends the party -- mostly to get more of the fruitcake he falls in love with -- and meets his new neighbor, Jay Merriweather. The lure of Jay’s big family and its holiday tradition of enjoying Grandma’s fruitcake hook Sam, as does the sexy man himself. But Sam can't imagine why handsome, college-educated Jay would want someone like him, who was raised in a children’s home and barely graduated high school. Can the magic of the holiday season help two men who seem so different come together like the ingredients in a well-made fruitcake?

Blame It on the Fruitcake

“Here. Enjoy!” he said and handed it to me. “By the way, I’m…”


He was cut off by a shriek from across the loft and two people running into the kitchen area. They shouted about needing wet paper towels, so my new friend hustled to get some for them.


After that, the pandemonium ramped up a bit, and I was left knowing no one but Dave’s name for sure. I’d been introduced to a lot of people, but my pounding head refused to mingle.


I was standing in the kitchen space, looking out over the rest of the partying crowd, watching them sway and regroup.


To hell with it. While I thought Mr. Handsome, who’d known Harry and had given me the fruitcake, might be booty material, I didn’t think I’d make it through this hell called a party much longer without losing an eardrum.


Chapter 4