Book Two of the Minnesota Christmas Series
The way to a man’s heart is on a sleigh.
Arthur Anderson doesn’t want anything to do with love and romance, and he certainly doesn’t want to play Santa in his mother’s library fundraising scheme. He knows full well what she really wants is to hook him up with the town’s lanky, prissy librarian.
It’s clear Gabriel Higgins doesn’t want him, either—as a Santa, as a boyfriend, as anyone at all. But when Arthur’s efforts to wiggle out of the fundraiser lead to getting to know the man behind the storytime idol, he can’t help but be charmed. The least he can do is be neighborly and help Gabriel find a few local friends.
As their fiery arguments strike hotter sparks, two men who insist they don’t date wind up doing an awful lot of dating. And it looks like the sleigh they both tried not to board could send them jingling all the way to happily ever after.
Warning: Contains a feisty librarian, a boorish bear, small town politics, deer sausage, and a boy who wants a doll.
It was kind of cute, Arthur decided as he dressed the steaks and arranged them in the hot cast iron, the way a good orgasm knocked Gabriel on his ass.
He was adorable all around, really, and sexy as fuck with a mouth on his dick. It was all that repression and fussiness—if Arthur had known nerds let go so hard, he’d have been cruising libraries years ago. And those legs. Yes, Gabriel’s height made Arthur feel like a squat little gnome, but when they lay down, none of it mattered, and those goddamn legs were the sexiest things Arthur had ever seen. Tall geeks at the library. Take a fucking note.
Except deep down he knew this wasn’t a nerd thing or a tall-guy thing or a librarian thing. This was a Gabriel thing.
He had a Gabriel thing, a big one, and it scared the shit out of him.
He wasn’t going to run, though. Yeah, he was freaked out over how much he liked this guy, but after seeing Gabriel with Paul, he couldn’t let anyone else have his Gabe because he was too busy being a dumbfuck.
He wouldn’t put it past Paul to have done this on purpose.
God, he’d been an ass to Paul, and he felt lousy about it. He hadn’t connected like this to Paul because he really was only a buddy he’d fucked. Arthur still didn’t know exactly what Gabriel was to him. He simply knew he couldn’t stand to be without him.
Okay. So he knew exactly what Gabriel was to him. He had to get used to it, was all.
Making him dinner seemed like a good start. So he did his damnedest to make it the best goddamn meal he’d ever made for anyone in his life.
He’d cooked deer steak in the oven plenty of times—the secret was a hot pan and patience mixed with a significant bit of attention. Gabriel had a few vegetables he could sauté and some sad lettuce in his fridge, but Arthur wanted more, so he texted Frankie, who made a run to the grocery and muni for him. Arthur met him in the garage, Frankie appearing from the truck where Marcus waited inside with the engine running.
“Thanks.” Arthur took the bags from Frankie, trying not to feel weird, except he felt all awkward and exposed. God help him if Frankie wanted to stand there and give pointers. Except he kind of wanted him to.
Jesus, this shit was impossible.
Frankie kissed him on the cheek. “You’ll be fine. He likes you.”
Arthur wanted to argue, to say no he wouldn’t be fine, to ask how Frankie knew, to beg to be allowed to run away. He couldn’t, though—run away. He’d promised Gabriel he wouldn’t.
What in the hell was wrong with him? Why was he being such a freaking baby about making dinner?
Frankie had his you’re so adorable look on. “Sweetie, do you want us to come in for a minute?”
Yes. “Better not. He doesn’t have pants on.”
Frankie’s adorable expression turned into a cheeky grin. “Good for you. Go make your man some dinner.”
With a swat on Arthur’s backside, Frankie retreated to the truck.
Gabriel was still asleep as Arthur tossed a salad and fried up some potatoes. It was good, because it gave him time to work on his freak-out, but it also gave him ample opportunity to wind himself up. Which was why when Gabriel appeared in the doorway, sleep-rumpled and wearing sweats, Arthur startled and nearly dropped the salad bowls.
“Scared the crap out of me. Sorry.” He put the bowls on the counter.
Gabriel leaned on the doorway, still looking drowsy. And lots of awkward. “You shouldn’t have let me sleep. I could have helped.”
“You seemed like you needed it. Besides, I said I’d cook, right?” He reached for the wine, then stopped. “Shit. I should have let it breathe or whatever.”
Smiling, Gabriel took it from his hands and opened a drawer. “I’m not fussy.” His smile faded, though, as he picked up a corkscrew. “You’re all nervous and awkward. Are you going to do this every time we make out?”
Arthur reached to get glasses for the wine from a cupboard, only to realize he’d already brought some down. “I…I’m not good at this stuff.”
Arthur swallowed and let out an unsteady breath. “People I like.”
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The Minnesota Christmas series is a light-hearted escape into an idyllic Minnesota Northwoods small town. Bears and lumberjacks and hairstylists, oh my—and now, with the introduction of Gabriel Higgins, the most devious creatures of all. Librarians.
In Logan, Minnesota, you can expect shenanigans, snow, plenty of sex, and always a happily ever after.
Heidi Cullinan has always loved a good love story, provided it has a happy ending. She enjoys writing across many genres but loves above all to write happy, romantic endings for LGBT characters because there just aren’t enough of those stories out there. When Heidi isn’t writing, she enjoys cooking, reading, knitting, listening to music, and watching television with her husband and teenaged daughter. Heidi is a vocal advocate for LGBT rights and is proud to be from the first Midwestern state with full marriage equality. Find out more about Heidi, including her social networks, at www.heidicullinan.com.