Garrett Corrigan loves the holiday season. All the trappings, the lights, the festive spirit. But as the holiday cards start to arrive, it’s hard to see all the happy families and smiling faces. At thirty-eight, he thought he’d be sending those out himself, but instead, he’s alone. Again.
To make matters worse, his family has the tradition of taking photos in Christmas pajamas. The group photo isn’t bad, but when he has to stand by himself in pajamas that match no one else’s, he can’t help the sadness. Garret is made to be a partner, but he hasn’t yet found the person who will want to stay.
But then there’s Mason Mills. Garrett would have never asked his friend to pose as his boyfriend, but Mason has a different proposal. The attraction between them has always simmered in the background, and Mason take the opportunity to make his move. They agree to date for the holiday and see where things go. Garrett is shocked to learn that Mason long ago figured out that Garrett is submissive in the bedroom, and Mason pushes every one of his buttons. The move from friends to lovers, and Dom and sub, works so well, Garrett wishes they’d pursued something sooner.
The only sticking point is Garrett’s mother’s attitude, and Garrett’s anxiety keeps him from sharing all his thoughts. Mason is determined to show Garrett that nothing will come between them. With Mason’s unwavering support, this just might be Garrett’s best Christmas yet.
Chapter 1I trudged into the house, careful on the slick walk because I’d been stupid that morning, hadn’t worn my boots, and my dress shoes weren’t the best to handle the sudden snowfall. I hadn’t checked the weather, and that had been dumb. It might be only the second of December, but it wasn’t unheard of for us to get inches of snow even earlier than this. It had been unseasonably warm for Thanksgiving the week before—thanks, global warming—that had lulled us central New Yorker’s into a false sense of security. There was a reason Mark Twain’s famous quote about the weather fit so well for the area. It could go from sixty degrees and sunny in the morning, to twenty-five and snowing by the evening. Especially this time of year. Fortunately, I did have my thick wool peacoat and handknitte
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