Let It Snow

By Devon Rhodes

Since he’s housesitting a gorgeous inn over the holidays, Garrett invites his single friends to help keep Christmas merry. Then the snow hits and his friends can’t make it up as planned. Alone on Christmas Eve, Garrett makes a private Christmas wish for Ethan to see him as more than a best friend and a willing sub to spank. When the snow stops, will Garrett’s hopeful wishes come true?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
• Release date: Dec 1, 2011
• ISBN: 9781613722848

Devon Rhodes

Devon started reading and writing at an early age and never looked back. At 39 and holding, Devon finally figured out the best way to channel her midlife crisis was to morph from mild-mannered stay-at-home mom to erotic romance writer. She lives in Oregon with her family, who are (mostly) understanding of all the time she spends on her laptop, aka the black hole.

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Chapter One

The view beyond the window, beyond the spindled railing around the wraparound porch, was right off a Currier and Ives print. A sparkly layer of white draped everything in sight. It was a winter wonderland to warm the heart.

Fucking snow, Garrett Clark muttered under his breath, although there was no one there to hear him. The quiet of the house would have normally suited him to a tee. I get the point already. It’s a white Christmas. You can knock it off now. He raised his voice in suggestion to Jack Frost or the Spirit of Christmas—whoever was responsible for the overkill on nature’s décor. Great. This is just great. And now I’m talking to myself.

That was the problem. He was by himself. Usually he didn’t mind being alone, which is why he did housesitting as a sidebar to his writing… with the occasional cross-country skiing and road biking thrown in for exercise. Pretty solitary pursuits, all. But over the holidays?

Alone at Christmas, what a cliché. So sappy.  Even he wouldn’t write such tripe.

He gave the whirling, falling snow outside one last glare, then reluctantly gave up his vigil at the front window, conceding defeat. Mother Nature was apparently not on board with Garrett’s plan to fill his home-du-jour with Christmas cheer and brotherhood. He flicked off the porch light and the snow appeared to suddenly stop falling. 

I wish.

When he first accepted this housesitting gig over the two-week holiday period, he had gone into full planning mode. A huge Queen Anne-style inn up in the mountains over the holidays, within driving distance of home? All his for two weeks? E-mails had flown as he invited all and sundry up for some playtime in the winter wonderland.

He hadn’t even let the disappointing news that Ethan Christiansen was already committed to his sister’s house for Christmas get him down for long. He could totally see the appeal of being with the rugrats on Christmas morning when they woke up after Santa had come. Ethan’s twin nephews and niece were all still at that magical age. Made for a very fun season. And Ethan had promised to come up for New Year’s Eve.

Which was a whole week away. He wasn’t sure why all of sudden the romance of the place was getting to him anyway. It wasn’t as if he and Ethan had a hearts and flowers relationship or anything. They weren’t even dating. No, their connection was more about leather and toys. And though a part of Garrett wouldn’t mind more than that, he didn’t want to rock the boat. Hot, smoking scenes were just… fine.

Fine?

A little spooked at the direction of his thoughts and expectations—which he totally blamed on the fucking