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

“You’re gonna have dinner with his brother tonight,” he said and walked away.


What? Shit. What the fuck? I walked up to him and put my hand on his arm.


“Not talking about it,” Eddie said without turning around. “Just eat. Maybe listen. Get your head outta your ass.”


Damn. My best friend turning against me? What the fuck?


I was a little afraid to go home that night. Who would be waiting to ambush me? Grandma? Crazy Brian? God’s gift to my dick, Jay?


I picked up a six-pack on the way to the loft. I had a feeling I’d be needing something after the attack.


I got to the door and let myself inside without seeing anyone. I was just breathing a sigh of relief when I noticed the loft didn’t smell like work clothes or angry boots. It smelled like cooked beef and roasted potatoes. I was wrapped up in home cooking.


“Hi, honey. You’re home,” Jay said to me. “Why don’t you wash up and we’ll have dinner?”


“How’d you get in here?” I growled.


Chapter 13