Blurb:
On a freezing cold Christmas Eve, a
broken furnace unites a lonely heating technician and his client who is forced
out of her home.
On a snowy, frigid Christmas Eve in
Minnesota, a heating technician makes an emergency call to a townhome without
heat. Don is unable to repair the unit and tells Becky, the occupant, she must
vacate the premises and stay in a hotel for her own safety. Becky breaks down
and tells Don she has no money and no place to go. She has no friends or family
locally and has maxed out her credit cards relocating from San Diego. Don
invites her to stay with him until the furnace can be replaced.
Don is smitten by her good looks and
warm, inviting manor. He begins to fantasize about a romantic connection, but
is restrained by a crippling fear of his sexual inadequacy. Safe at his
apartment, Becky turns up the heat on the shy divorcee. Can she melt his fears
of intimacy and give him an unforgettable Christmas?
Excerpt:
It was more than
the combination of fear and hope in her eyes. I see that all the time as a
heating and cooling technician. It was something else. Something erotic that
made my cock stir as I stepped into her chilly townhome. My cock was buried
under three layers of warm clothing—it was twenty-four cock-shrinking degrees
below zero outside—but there had always been a path from eyes to cock. Usually
it was a luscious pair of breasts pouring from a peek-a-boob shirt, or a firm,
round ass that flashed the go code from eyes to groin. All fair-weather
sightings. She was so deeply layered in mismatched clothing there was no sign
of her sexuality, except for her sparkling blue eyes that quickly changed from
fearful to full of mirth and a hint of lust. They were stroking my cock.
This surreal
moment had been orchestrated by mother nature, who decided on December 23 to
dump a paralyzing thirty inches of snow on Minneapolis, followed the next day,
Christmas Eve, by an artic blast locals call a Polar Vortex. It drags extremely
cold air directly from the North Pole. This isn't the cold of some cutesy
Hallmark Channel romance movie where a couple trapped in quaint cabin by a
winter snow rekindle an old love between commercials for Viagra and pain
relievers. This is bone-chilling, mind-numbing, dangerous cold, where just a
few minutes of unprotected exposure causes severe frostbite. It's one of the
reasons we native Minnesotans aren't all that fashionable six months out of the
year. We'd rather be warm than look hot.
My employer, a
big heating and air-conditioning contractor, had cancelled all Christmas
vacation requests the minute the snow started flying. Didn't matter. The
airport and interstate highways were closed. Without a four-wheel drive tank
like my service truck, negotiating city streets was difficult, if not
impossible.
Heating systems were failing due to the
extreme conditions. It made the cash register ring for my employer. As much as
I hated it, the crisis offered me lots of overtime, earning pay at time and a
half. I even volunteered to be on call for Christmas Day, which paid triple
time. I didn't have anywhere else to go anyhow. My wife left me for my best
ex-friend Ray six months ago. Sometimes in the quiet of the evening, I still
heard her gasping in ecstasy as I came through the front door. I was home
early, only to find her beneath Ray, her legs splayed wide as he rammed her
furiously. She never made that kind of joyful noise when we made love. It took
my breath and my heart. I had turned on my heel and walked out.
Author Bio:
Spencer Dryden is a new writer, but an
old guy on the threshold of draining any reserves left in Medicare and Social
Security. In real life he is a handyman, an at-home dad, inventor, and web
videographer, living a quiet life in the frozen tundra of Minnesota (USA).
He earned an MBA from a prestigious
Midwestern university, but is so far behind on the career earnings scale of his
peers that the university has offered to refund his tuition if he will return
his diploma and disavow his affiliation, lest he continue to denigrate the
school's impeccable brand.
His first book, a novella, Bliss was published in April of 2014 in
the Covert line at Breathless Press. It is a story of a woman's struggle with
sexual shame. Press.http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=26&products_id=559
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