Author Bio: Raine O'Tierney, a passionate believer in what she calls The Sweetness, writes positive stories about first loves, first times, fidelity, forever-endings and.friskiness? When she's not writing, Raine can be found fighting the good fight for intellectual freedom at her library day job.
Raine believes the best thing we can do in life is be kind to one another, and she enjoys encouraging fellow writers. She changes sub-genres to suit her mood and believes all good stories end sweetly. Raine lives outside of Kansas City with her husband, fellow Dreamspinner Press author and sometimes writing partner, Siôn O'Tierney.
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Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Averell Lang and his twin are so different they might as well not even be related. So when Rell’s brother brings his roommate home to snowy Susset for the holidays, Rell expects the worst—another uptight, pretentious hipster. What he discovers instead is Crowley. Nerdy, fascinating, attractive, Crowley. Rell never expected to look at a man this way, and what he sees in Crowley Fredericks is something he didn’t even know he was looking for. If both men can overcome their hang-ups, they might unwrap more than presents this holiday season.
Categories: Contemporary, M/M Romance, Holiday
I know many families have Christmas traditions that center around going to candle light ceremonies on Christmas Eve or full-spread lunches with every member of the extended family or volunteering together to give back during the season. Some people have a specific day they decorate or a special ornament with an embarrassing backstory that gets rehashed every single year. And other people have no real traditions other than just spending time together, but for me, growing up, Christmas meant…
Both sides of my family kept dachshunds and only dachshunds. In our house we only had the one, but my grandparents on my dad’s side sometimes had three and a litter, and the cousins often had two or three each. When we got together at Granny’s house, the dogs formed this amazing, short-legged, long-bodied pack and they ran back and forth and played. All different coat lengths and colors and markings and weights, but dachshunds nonetheless.
But life changes, y’know? My parents divorced, we moved away from our extended family. Dachshund Christmas became just “Christmas with the One Dachshund.” My brother tried to introduce new traditions. (Sorry brother, but Chinese food on Xmas in the spirit of A Christmas Story will always feel forced.)
For a long time I resigned myself to it, even though I was sad. Nothing lasts forever, right? Not even Christmas traditions.
But this story has a happy ending. This year, we’re going home for the first time in forever. I’ve been told there will be six dachshunds in all. Not exactly fifteen, but my friends, that’s a dachshund Christmas if ever there was one!
Even through the snow, Rell didn’t feel the cold. His face burned with the excitement of escaping the Livery and absconding with his brother’s best friend. He clasped Crowley’s hand, pulling him through the street. They ran and skidded and laughed, moving farther and farther away from the club.
“It’s beautiful tonight,” Crowley breathed and Rell squeezed tighter. “Doesn’t it weird you out though?”
Rell knew what Crowley was asking—didn’t even pretend that he didn’t. Stopping, he tugged lightly so Crowley came stumbling up beside him. He twined his arms around Crowley’s waist and held him for a moment, right there in the middle of the sidewalk.
“Does it weird you out? I’m your best friend’s brother.”
“Not weirded out at all.” Crowley shook his head. His dark eyes shimmered with concern. “But for you… I mean, it was loud in there and hot and fun and there was alcohol and… sometimes… things just happen and—”
“Yeah, things happen,” Rell agreed. “Except I’ve been to a lot of stupid hipster clubs with a lot of Tyler’s friends and….” He leaned forward and kissed Crowley again, letting the experience linger, melting the chill between them. He tasted like nogtini. “And nothing like that has ever happened.”
“But… do you even like guys?”
“Owl. You’re a guy. I like you.”
“But have you been with a guy?”
“Why are you over-thinking this?” Rell asked, gently cupping the side of Crowley’s face.
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