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Merry Christmas, Shelton by Dianne
Hartsock
Blurb:
Can Shelton and Nevil overcome the obstacles of a blizzard,
a baby, and one hot redhead and find their way to a merry Christmas?
Shelton and Nevil have rented a cozy cabin in the mountains
in which to spend the Christmas holiday. Tree is lit. Presents sparkle. Shelton
anticipates a very merry Christmas indeed. But then a blizzard springs up,
landing a sexy redhead on their doorstep looking like trouble in a pretty
package.
Tommy brings a message for Nevil, but when he first hits on
Shelton in the shower, then offers to drive Nevil to his sister's side while
she has her baby, Shelton begins to wonder just how this mixed up Christmas is
going to end.
Excerpt:
Shelton woke from a sound sleep, disoriented by a pounding
on the door. He untangled from Nevil and sat up, heart racing. A glance at the
clock showed it was barely three o'clock in the morning. What the hell?
The pounding resumed and he scrambled to his feet, taking a second to slip on
sweat pants before unlocking the door. The wind had died down and Shelton
blinked at the snow piled up against the cabin walls. A slight figure huddled
on the step, illuminated by the porch light, and without hesitation Shelton
drew him into the warmth of the room, closing the door on the bitter night.
"What's happened?"
Shelton jumped a little at Nevil's voice and blinked as the
light went on overhead. There was a gasp from the bundle under his hand and he
searched the pale face the young man raised. The pretty blue eyes weren't
looking at him and he followed his gaze to where his lover stood in all his
naked splendor. Nevil scowled at their interest and pulled on the cotton pajama
bottoms he'd picked up.
Shelton gave the boy a slight shake, knocking snow off his
jacket and cap. "God, you're soaked through! You need to get out of those
clothes. Nevil, can you stir up the fire?"
"Of course."
As if knowing his danger, the young man stripped off his
coat and sopping shirt while Shelton unlaced his boots and carefully slipped
them off, leaving the socks for now. Ski pants and under armor were lowered and
the young man leaned a hand on Shelton's shoulder as he stepped out of them.
Shelton glanced up and found himself on eye level with a pair of dark boxers
that did little to cover the treasures beneath. His gaze swept up a tight
stomach and muscular chest and clashed with laughing eyes. Trouble!
He cleared his throat. "Come to the fire and I'll check
for frostbite."
The young man followed him, lifting the cap off a shock of
copper hair. He sat on the quilts and Nevil draped one over his shoulders while
Shelton knelt beside him. "Hands first," he said and slid the wet
gloves by careful inches off his hands. The skin felt cold and white, but the
fingertips weren't blue. "Can you move them?"
He looked up when the young man didn't answer and met his
puzzled gaze. "You're really concerned, aren't you?"
The man sounded slightly amused and Shelton felt the blush
in his cheeks as he answered, "Yes. I saw a boy with frostbite last
winter, in Colorado. It was...painful to witness. Let's check those toes."
He removed the damp socks with the same care as the gloves,
and sighed in relief when the boy wiggled each toe. Nevil snorted from where he
leaned against the mantle watching the proceedings. "Now that we know
nothing is going to fall off, can you tell us what the hell you're doing
here?"
"Tera Shaw left a message for you at the lodge."
He smirked when Nevil straightened, tense. "I volunteered to bring it. She
says she's fine, but that they're admitting her to the hospital in the morning.
She'd like you to be there as soon as you can."
"I'll go immediately."
"No, sir. The snow's not too bad at the lodge, but
worse up here. We'll have to wait for the snowplow to get your car out."
Nevil paced the room, cursing under his breath. Shelton
heard the young man's breath quicken as he watched the lithe movements of the
sleek body, and frowned. "What's your name?" he asked as a
distraction. "Tommy."
Of course it was. A cute name for a pretty face and sexy,
youthful body.Damn.
"Well, Tommy, thanks for risking your neck for us. Why
don't you get some sleep here by the fire?" Shelton climbed stiffly to his
feet and went to Nevil's side. "Come to bed, honey." Nevil grunted
and Shelton slid an arm around his waist. "Try to sleep, at least a
little. It's going to be a long day tomorrow."
Nevil relaxed against him. "You're right." He
allowed Shelton to lead him to their room, and paused in the doorway to glance
back at Tommy. "Thanks, man."
"My pleasure," Tommy said with a purr.
Shelton's lips thinned at the interest in the young man's
gaze and tugged Nevil into the room, purposefully closing the door. He pushed
his lover on the bed, cuddled up to him under the blankets, and held him close
until they slept.
