Snowstorm Confessions

By Nell Iris

When Philippe breaks the number one rule of his and Jona’s friends-with-benefits relationship by falling in love, he considers if it’s time to pull away to protect his heart. Jona is honest from the start -- only physical, no romance -- even if the tender caresses when Jona thinks he’s asleep contradict his words.

But when Jona shows up at Philippe’s cottage in the woods on the eve of both Christmas and a looming blizzard, seemingly intent on being snowed in together, Philippe can’t help but wonder. What lies behind Jona’s aversion to romantic relationships? Can honest confessions during a snowstorm reveal if there’s a chance for something deeper?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JMS Books LLC
• Release date: Dec 14, 2023
• ISBN: 9781685506193

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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Snowstorm Confessions

By Nell Iris

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Thank you to newsletter subscriber Alyson for helping me figure out the trope, and to J for the support and encouragement when I thought I wouldn’t have the time to finish this story. Thank you to my writer friends in the morning office and to my wonderful beta readers.

In Sweden, Christmas is celebrated on Christmas Eve, and a long-standing tradition is to watch the animated Disney Christmas special From All of Us to All of You (or as we refer to it in Sweden: Kalle Anka (Donald Duck)) on television at three P.M.

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Snowstorm Confessions

By Nell Iris

Chapter 1

I already know he wouldn’t come at three minutes past nine. He’s always obsessively on time for these…hookups? meetings? fuck sessions?…as though he’s trying to make up for the perceived inexactness of his chosen profession, a meteorologist, by being a picture of reliability. I think I knew he wouldn’t show up when I texted him I’d be late—he doesn’t appreciate last-minute changes of plans, and for a moment or two, I considered heading straight home after a long day at work—and I definitely know now, when it’s been over half an hour.

And yet, I can’t make myself stand up and walk out of here. It’s been far too long since I got to lose myself in his touch, since I buried myself in his body, and allowed myself to nurture my vain hope that our relationship will develop into something more than just people who fuck, which was why I drove to the coffee shop where we’d agreed to meet for a cup of tea before going home to his place and tumbling into bed, hoping that he, too, was desperate for at least some physical contact and he’d show up. Which is why I’m still sitting here.

I wake up my phone, tap on his name, Jona Wester, and look at our message thread, staring at the checkmarks next to my hastily written text—telling him I had to work late and wouldn’t be able to make it until nine—letting me know it was received and read.

My head swirls with questions. Did he even consider replying? Was he disappointed I had to postpone? Annoyed because the change of plans messed up his schedule? Was he so horny and desperate that he decided to go out and find someone else who could fuck him boneless?

That last thought makes my heart prickle with anxiety, and I drop the phone on the table, twitching at the loud, clattering noise it makes when it meets the hardwood surface. I press the heels of my hand into my eyes to erase the image flashing in my mind of him naked underneath a faceless stranger, moaning in that intense way he does just before he cums.

Stupid. I’m so stupid.

Jona and I have a deal—only fucking, no emotions—but I