Waiting for Snow

By Jake C. Wallace

Dain is at the end of his proverbial rope. He lost his job, his boyfriend, and his church after one horrifying accident a few months ago. Now it's Christmas Eve, and he's reminded of each of those loses in a heart-breaking confrontation with his abusive father. As Dain is driving aimlessly, he meets Jake, the local sheriff. Despite the circumstances of their meeting, Jake is very interested in Dain, but can Dain let go of the past and learn to believe in love again?

Note: This story contains vivid sex scenes between two men.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jake C. Wallace
• Release date: Feb 15, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311655226

Jake C. Wallace

Jake C Wallace has been writing all of his life, however it wasn't until a couple of years ago that he ventured out to publishing. At night and on the weekends, he writes about all things men. He believes there is nothing hotter than two men loving one another, whether for a night or forever. An avid reader of M/M romance, he loves a good twist of a plot, HEA, HFN, or tragic ending.

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Waiting for Snow

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WARNING:

This book contains sexually graphic scenes between men and adult language. Some readers may find this offensive. This book is intended for adults only.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents either are the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Dedication

To my sister, J, because you have always been the biggest fan of everything I do.

To my brother, W, you are in my heart every day.

This story was originally published in Love Lane Books’ Anthology Christmas Delights.

Chapter One

Dain was alone for the first time ever on Christmas Eve. Alone. The word reverberated through his hollow body in a never-ending echo. Driving through the cold, dark deserted streets of Wilton, he was unsuccessfully fleeing the ghosts of his past. A month ago, he’d lost everything. After the accident, his partner Mick had left and taken Dain’s job with him, and his father and church had disowned him. Even Dain’s shoulder-length curly blond hair was gone, shorn to the scalp; a knit cap covered the scary scar on the back of his head. His life could be a thousand times worse, but to him it seemed like the end of his world.

Earlier that night, sitting alone in the emptiness of his apartment, Dain contemplated an unopened bottle of vodka, wondering if there was something better than getting stinking drunk. At that moment, visiting the church that had excommunicated him had seemed like the answer. Anything to escape the ghosts, right? But those relentless fuckers had followed him to the one place he felt closest to the momma he still mourned ten years after her death. Drowning in vodka was sounding better by the moment because going to that church had been a thousand times worse.

"You’re no longer welcome at church, faggot."

Twenty minutes ago, his father’s venom-filled words had stabbed painfully into Dain’s chest on the walkway of St. Joseph’s Church, in view of dozens of parishioners, Father Ryan, and God. Needing to feel closer to his momma, Dain had stood outside of the church she’d loved. He was so lonely and miserable, and his momma was his comfort when things became too much to bear, and Christmas and churches were about miracles, right? Dain needed every miracle he could get.

Daino, wait for the snow that brings miracles...

Momma’s sweet voice filled his head, and his given name pulled a lump into his throat. He knew there was more to her adage, but the years had erased most of the words.

I’m waiting for that snow, Momma. Waiting for someone to see the real me.

Gasping for what little air his burning lungs allowed, Dain drove aimlessly, clutching the steering wheel as if it were a life preserver. Hands down, no fucking contest, this holiday evening topped the two previously tied for the worst of all time. Definitely worse than the Christmas Eve his arm was fractured by his father. "You