They Met in the Woods

By Nell Iris

Måns Elemander had A Plan. A researched and well-thought-out one, devised to help him avoid getting lost while foraging for mushrooms in an unfamiliar forest. But his cell phone battery didn’t get the memo, died unexpectedly, and thwarted The Plan, leaving Måns with a basket full of mushrooms, but no idea where to go. Until the sounds of someone chopping wood reaches him.

Måns follows the sound and finds a quaint cabin ... and its owner, Viggo Moberg. Viggo is kind, understanding of the situation, and willing to help. He’s also smoking hot and their connection is instant, threatening to ignite and burn down the woods. Will the sparks burn fast and fizzle out, or will the attraction grow roots, just like the trees in the forest?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Mar 6, 2021
• ISBN: 9781646567591

Nell Iris

Nell is a forty-something bisexual Swedish woman, married to the love of her life, and a proud mama of a grown daughter. She left the Scandinavian cold and darkness for warmer and sunnier Malaysia a few years ago, and now spends her days writing, surfing the Internet, enjoying the heat, and eating good food. One day she decided to chase her lifelong dream of being a writer, sat down in front of her laptop, and wrote a story about two men falling in love. Nell writes gay romance, prefers sweet over angst, and wants to write diverse and different characters.

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Epilogue

Chapter 1

The battery is dead. Completely and utterly d-e-a-d, and I glare at my phone, shaking it a little as if that would help. But no. It stays black, not a single pixel lighting up.

Scowl deepening, I shove the blasted thing into my pocket so I won’t accidentally throw it into the nearest tree. Even if it would be satisfying to see it shatter against a wide, rough tree trunk, it wouldn’t help my situation, and if a kind stranger happened to walk by with a power bank they agreed to lend me, it’d be unfortunate if the phone was lying smashed in a million pieces.

With a big, dramatic huff, I plop my ass down where I stood, the low blueberry bushes cushioning my behind. I cross my legs at the ankles, rest my elbows on my knees, and hang my head, letting out a long groooooaaaaaan that’s bound to scare off any moose set on investigating who’s being so noisy in their territory.

I had a plan. Well thought out, meticulously thought out. I filled my backpack with a vacuum flask of coffee, a tall stack of open-faced fried egg sandwiches—the superior food to eat on outdoorsy activities—my mushroom book, brought the huge basket I bought secondhand, and drove to a nearby forest I’d learned online is the prime mushroom-picking spot. And since I moved to the area only a couple months ago and don’t know my way around, I made sure my phone was fully charged and marked the spot where I parked in the map app before heading out so I would be able to find my way back.

What I didn’t take into consideration was that the new app I’d downloaded—excellent for hikers, according to the app store—apparently drains the battery faster than if it was a human taking their first drink of water after being lost in the desert for a week. It doesn’t help that my phone is getting up there in age, at least as far as cell phones go.

It also hasn’t helped that it’s been a gorgeous fall morning; rays of sun filtering through the vegetation and keeping me company, the air crisp and clear, and the mushrooms plentiful. All that took me further and further into the forest until I have no idea from where I came.

Only when my basket was overflowing with mushrooms—the Internet wasn’t lying when it suggested this spot for foraging—and my stomach was starting to demand attention since I finished my egg sandwiches hours ago, I decided to go back to the car, drive home, and make chanterelle toast for a late lunch.

Too bad I can’t wake up my freaking phone and find my way out of here.

What do I do now?

Until recently, I’ve been living in the city all my life and don’t have any experience finding my way out of a forest if I get lost. But yes. Lesson learned. One should not rely too heavily on technology. For my next mushroom-foraging session, I’ll have to find an old-school map, printed on actual paper, to have as a back-up. Are there even paper maps these days? And if there are, are there maps for forests?

So many questions, so few answers. And no phone to use for googling.

I heave a sigh and look around. There’s an almost-uprooted tree that would have fallen if it weren’t leaning heavily on its neighbor, and I know I walked by it on my way to my current position because I’d noticed its predicament. So I’ll just head in that direction, pay extra close attention to my surroundings, and search for other clues I recognize. I’m not a damsel in distress; I’m a capable forty-year-old man who can find my way out of a benign forest. I can. Maybe if I tell myself enough times, it’ll come true.

Finally a plan, I say as I jump to my feet. Everything is better with a plan.

I pat my pockets to make sure I have everything. Phone, check. Mushroom book—I didn’t want to pick any dangerous ones and accidentally poison myself to death—check.

I pick up the basket and walk to the semi-fallen tree. Another tree, that I’d noticed earlier because its leaves are so intensely red, is familiar, and I walk toward it.

Great job, Måns. You’ve got this.

A little while later, I’m forced to admit that you’ve got this was a bit optimistic, and that I, in fact, don’t. I must have taken a wrong turn somewhere because I haven’t recognized anything for a while now. And I just arrived at a well-walked path forking off in three different directions. I’m completely sure I didn’t walk it earlier; I’d remember the distinct fork.

Crap, I yell to the sky, making some bird or other shoot up from a branch of a nearby tree. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you, I call after it.

My shoulders slump. So much for my grand plan. Now what?

I glare at the three different paths slithering off in different directions into the forest to who-knows-where. Do I pick one and hope for the best? Or do I backtrack to the last familiar thing I remember seeing? Would that even help, since I apparently took a