The Gift of the Gay Guy

By Michael P. Thomas

‘Tis the night before Christmas when Derrick Halvorson’s flight to Minneapolis is diverted to a tiny municipal airport out in the sticks. Grounded by a blizzard, he lucks into the last hotel room in town, which he offers to share with Lee, a tall, tempting twink from his flight with nowhere else to go. The sex is awesome, but when Derrick catches Lee stealing what little cash he has in his wallet, he tosses the guy out.

When Lee resurfaces in the morning, Derrick resolves to stay mad, so no one is more surprised than he is when he turns up at the Halvorson Family Christmas with Lee in tow. When his cop brother recognizes Lee, Derrick fears the worst.

Is Lee actually a career criminal? Or was taking the money a desperate one-off? Lee can always pay back the sixty dollars, but will the punishment fit the crime if he steals Derrick's heart?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Dec 15, 2013
• ISBN: 9781611525007

Michael P. Thomas

Michael P. Thomas is a former flight attendant whose mid-life career change to 911 operator has shown him that the widespread fear of sharing and receiving love is a real emergency. He writes to spread love and encourage others to do likewise. And a little bit to scare the gay-haters. For more information, visit facebook.com/GoReadMichaelPThomas.

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The Gift of the Gay Guy

By Michael P. Thomas

Published by JMS Books LLC

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Copyright 2013 Michael P. Thomas

ISBN 9781611525007

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The Gift of the Gay Guy

by Michael P. Thomas

If Minnesota came to life and started buying its jeans at the Big and Tall store, it would be the spitting image of Derrick Halvorson. Blond hair, blue eyes, teeth like a freshly whitewashed picket fence, he looked like nothing so much as twenty pounds of Norway poured into a ten-pound sack. The clerk at the front desk of the Mankato Lamplight Inn paused before replying to his inquiry regarding a room for the night, confident in her assumption that everything that came out of his mouth must surely be followed by a Yah, sure, if not a You betcha.

Flat as his vowels were still after twenty years in Colorado, Derrick did stop that short of cliché, and the clerk rallied before the pause slid into awkward. Clacking away at her computer, she hemmed and hawed, conferred with her co-worker, and eventually unearthed what was surely the last room in southern Minnesota. Derrick’s had not been the only Minneapolis-bound jetliner diverted to Mankato’s speck of a municipal airport, and only the elite traveler status his otherwise crappy job afforded him had gotten him close enough to the front of the rent-a-car line to get him off the airport property in time to snatch up one of the few rooms left in town. It was two days before Christmas, after all, and Mankato wasn’t exactly a bustling conference center bursting with luxury hotel suites on the best of days.

St. Paul wasn’t quite a hundred miles away; his initial plan, after he wrestled with the shame he knew he would feel tooling along the highway in a PT Cruiser, was to bid Mankato a fond farewell and drive up to his mom’s house. He had driven about five feet across the ice rink of the airport parking lot with what might as well have been a white bed sheet pulled tight across the windshield, however, when he deemed it wisest to pull—slide?—over and let Mother Nature handle her business; he’d stay out of it. That the blizzard was reportedly blasting the Twin Cities with even greater fervor seemed beside the point. It was hammering Mankato quite fervently enough, thank you, and as little appeal as a night in the Lamplight Inn held, it was infinitely more enticing than the idea of spending the night upside down in a ditch in a PT Cruiser fifty feet from the Lamplight Inn, which was as far as he was liable to get driving anything other than a Zamboni.

Thus when Anayansi at the front desk had offered him the key to the last room in town, he accepted it like it was the Key to the City and slogged up the stairs with his suitcase, grateful for the prospect of a warm bed