Stuck

Published by: eXtasy Books

Author : Blair Nightingale

ISBN :978-1-4874-0959-3

Page :16

Word Count :3839

Publication Date :2016-12-04

Series : #

Heat Level :

Available Formats : Stuck (mobi) , Stuck (epub) , Stuck (prc) , Stuck (pdf)

Category : Contemporary Romance , Erotic Romance , LGBTQIA+ Romance , Holiday Countdown 2016 , Christmas

Product Code: 978-1-4874-0959-3

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Getting stuck in a crappy situation was not Jake's idea of a fun Christmas Eve!

The snowstorm had increased in intensity. The wipers could barely keep up with the freezing flakes, at times getting stuck, so Jake had to slow to an almost crawl. Jake peered over the steering wheel to look for the turnoff Brady had told him to take.

It had been Brady’s idea to spend Christmas Eve and the holidays at the cabin he’d inherited from his grandfather. “You’ll love it, babe. We’ll be kind of roughing it, but it’s going to be fun and a holiday we’ll never forget,” he’d told Jake.

Jake wasn’t much into roughing it. He preferred the warmth and modern conveniences of their penthouse. But... he’d do anything to please his lover. It is what Brady had wished for as a Christmas present, so he’d given in, especially since the death of his grandfather had affected Brady so much and had him musing over childhood and teenage memories of his trips to the cabin with his grandfather.

As if the fierce snowstorm wasn’t bad enough, the rough road didn’t help either. Thankfully, his SUV had four-wheel drive. “Where the hell is that turnoff,” he muttered while wiping the fogged up windshield with the back of his hand. “Brady said he’d tie a red balloon to the sign. I’ve seen nothing.”

Maybe he’d gone too far but how the hell did one turn around on a narrow country road in this weather or back up? Another cramp attacked him. For the last half hour, he’d had constant cramps and knew he’d need to find a bathroom soon. That, or crouch in the snow next to his vehicle. “Shouldn’t have had that damn chili for lunch.” He pushed the call button on the steering wheel. The metallic voice told him, “No connection. Please try again later.”

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he shouted while gripping the wheel. Suddenly he spotted something sticking out of the snow. He slid to a halt and got out of the SUV. Sure enough, it was the sign, but there was no red balloon. A straggly cord was wound around the sign’s pointy end, and the balloon had more than probably popped and was buried under the snow. He blew on his frozen fingers then wiped the sign. To Leprechaun’s Haven it read. Heaving a sigh of relief, he hurried back to the SUV, relishing the warmth within. Carefully he turned into what looked like a driveway.

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