A Chris-mas Miracle
By Nikka Michaels
Genre: M/M, Christmas
Line: Romance on the Go
Release Date: December 11, 2014
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Exchange student Drew Clarke should be happy. With a once in a lifetime opportunity to travel all over Australia he shouldn’t have any worries. But when his straight roommate who he has a crush on kisses Drew then freaks, he’s left without his only friend. Alone during the holidays and in a foreign country, Drew finds himself lonely. When he meets surf lifesaver, Scott; he thinks he’s found a distraction in six feet of easy on the eyes male. But when Scott wants to keep Drew in the closet, Drew’s had enough. Will his sexy friend and co-worker Chris be able to pull off a miracle for Drew and make his holiday happy?
“You alright, mate?”
I pushed back my sunglasses and peered up at the man standing in front of me in the sand, my eyes watering as I stared into the intense summer sunset.
“I asked if you were alright.”
When the owner of the voice blocked the sun with his body, I drew in a breath. Hello, Clubbie, I thought. As in everything Australian, the nickname for Surf Lifesavers was short and sweet.
I let my gaze slowly roam the length of the man’s tall broad-shouldered body, noting the uniform of baggy red board shorts and yellow and red long sleeved top. Tan, with a friendly smile, he had shaggy brown hair, which hung in his eyes until he raised the red baseball cap and pushed it back. This guy was every beach goer’s wet dream.
When I realized I was staring, I shut my mouth with a click, wincing when I bit my tongue.
“Yeah, sorry. I was just watching the waves.”
His friendly smile morphed into a cheeky grin. “A Yank, huh? Usually I find Japanese tourists and Danish exchange students sitting on my beach. You’re my first Yank.”
The dimples that appeared with his grin made me want to yank something all right. When he stared at me expectantly, I realized he was waiting for me to respond. I wasn’t shy, just tongue tied by the six feet plus of virile male.
He broke eye contact and skimmed the beach with a practiced sweep of his gaze. “Well, hope you have a good night, Yank. The beach is not patrolled after five o’clock so make sure you stay out of the waves, right?”
“Right,” I muttered to his back as he continued on down the beach, picking up equipment. He carried it inside the low squat building that perched above the beach and disappeared.
Maybe the next few weeks being stuck in town while everyone went home for Christmas wouldn’t be so boring.