Cold December Night: A Gay Holiday Romance Short Story: The English Gay Sweet Contemporary Romance Stories

By Connor Whiteley

A Broken Down Car. A Lonely Farmhouse. A Cold December Night.

Gabe Turner drives along a narrow country road. His car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. Gabe walks off to find help.

Leon looks after his parents' farmhouse. He suffers a broken heart. Leon wants someone with him.

Sparks fly the moment they meet.

Can Leon and Gabe help each other on the Cold December Night?

If you enjoy heart-melting, touching gay romance short stories. You will love this story!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Oct 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215175576

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

COLD DECEMBER NIGHT

Gabe Turner absolutely loved the month of December. You had the Christmas parties, the gifts and spending time with the family on Christmas day. That was honestly his most favourite thing of the month, sitting round the large dinner table surrounded by plenty of great juicy, succulent food that was mouth-watering.

It was Gabe’s idea of heaven.

Except he did hate how dark it got in December. It got dark so early that every single day of the week, Gabe would have to drive to work and back home in the pitch black.

Now Gabe was never the sort of man to be scared of driving in the dark. That wasn’t him in the slightest, but in the month of December he always seemed to have some kind of accident when driving. Two years ago, he had hit another parked car that was as black as the darkness.

Last year, he had crashed into someone’s wall because a deer shot out in front of him. Gabe seriously didn’t want to know what would happen this year.

In fact Gabe was actually even more nervous tonight than usual because he was driving back from a massive superstore up in London because his mother apparently just had to have the brand new turkey joint they specialised in. Apparently it was from a special farm in Italy and whatnot and fed with Italian stuff and yea... Gabe didn’t really care.

And with him being the good son