Winterlude

By Tam Ames

Eric hates the cold weather and his broken down car, which means venturing out on foot into the sub-zero temperatures. Navigating the icy sidewalks, he runs into Omar, literally. An impromptu hot coffee on the cold day finds that tattooed and pierced Eric, and government IT guy Omar might have more in common than they expected. When Omar is called away, before he can get the guy's number, Eric believes it may only have been a pleasant winterlude to temporarily distract him from the cold, or is there a possibility his winter will get a lot warmer?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Tam Ames
• Release date: Oct 4, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463361986

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Winterlude

Copyright 2011 Tam Ames

Published by Tam Ames at Smashwords

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Chapter One

Eric was sure his fingers were going to freeze off, and his toes, and likely his dick too at this rate. Seriously, no one should be out when it was minus-thirty Celsius with the wind chill. His stupid piece of junk car wouldn't start again, and he really did need food, so walking it was. Ten blocks had never seemed so long his life, and he wondered how bananas and bread could possibly weigh so much.

He tucked his head down, burrowing deeper into his scarf and keeping an eye out for icy patches, when he suddenly slammed into someone who'd been waiting for the light to change.

Shit. The handle on one of his reusable cloth bags ripped as he swore and jerked back, his bananas skidding across the sidewalk along with the yogurt and a package of pasta. He briefly glanced up into a pair of warm brown eyes peering out from between a scarf and hat inside a furry hood.

Damn, sorry about that, he muttered while chasing down his rolling yogurts. Stupid bag; what a piece of crap. He knew he should have paid the five