Scottish sculptor Broc Muir is right where he wants to be on Christmas Eve, alone in a remote Highlands castle with his current project. There are no decorations, no holiday music, and while a blizzard is bearing down on him and his only clean outfit is his kilt, he can grumble all he wants since nobody’s around to hear him.
Dawson Clark is back on Earth after more than a year in the close confines of the International Space Station. He loves Christmas but wants to spend it away from the demands of a hectic family, so accepts an offer to stay in a Scottish castle. With a van full of decorations, he pulls up to an ancient edifice just as a storm starts, only to find the castle already has a very handsome occupant.
The two men are stranded together. Can the magic of Christmas help two very different people find in each other what they need the most?
Chapter 1Snow fluttered down, coating everything with a pristine blanket of white. Broc glared up at the magical, delicate flakes floating through the evening sky and flipped off the heavens with both hands. “f**k you, you bloody bastard,” he growled. Sure, it was Christmas Eve and if there was ever a time for cold and snow this was it, but the old castle he was a caretaker for was huge and drafty. He’d had no idea when he’d taken the job back in the very long-ago days of summer that he’d be freezing his balls off most of the blasted time. Lack of insulation had to be the reason his ancestors had given up living in them in the first place. The shite Wi-Fi and lack of close takeaway were other good reasons not to be way out in the middle of sodding nowhere in the Scottish Highlands. Broc
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