Christmas is the time to come together. What if it’s also the time to come clean and find lasting love?
Perry Felder knows how to play music. He wows audiences with his renditions of standards and knows how to work a room. He’s not only the son of wealth, but he’s created his own way in the music business. He’s at the top of his game in his career, but there’s something wrong and this Christmas, he’s determined to make his life right. But that involves more than snowflakes, stockings and Santa.
He’ll have to come clean about his sexuality. He’ll also have to let his overbearing socialite of a mother know he’s breaking out on his own.
He’s kept his true self under wraps, except to his assistant and best friend, Michael Hartsgrove. Michael knows the truth and if it takes everything he’s got, he’ll make the holiday season one to remember. He’ll show Perry that being his own man in every way will set him free. It’ll make his Christmas the best.
Can these two men, who seem to have little in common, make love last beyond the holidays? Only time will tell.
Be Warned: m/m sex
Excerpt:
Michael grinned. “What are you looking at, fool?” He withdrew a lip-gloss and slid the gloss over his lips. “You look a hundred miles away.”
“Nope.” He’d seen those piercings and that tattoo but wanted to run his fingers over Michael’s body to see if there were other forms of art on him. But he shouldn’t be gawking.
“You look like you could eat me alive,” Michael said and put the gloss back. “Like you want to lick me like a popsicle.”
“I might.” He loved the way they flirted with each other. “Would you turn me down?”
“You never know.” Michael pulled a chair up and sat beside him. The chain on his pants jangled. “You’re going to be late for your entrance.”
“With you?” He moved his phone away and focused on Michael. “I’ll get there. They’ll vamp a few extra moments until I’m at my spot.”
“I know.” Michael narrowed his eyes. “What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” He calculated the number of days between now and Christmas. According to his figures … he had about forty-six days to find a partner. But who? He didn’t want to force anyone or pay an escort. Besides, what would the public say if they found out their favorite crooner had paid for someone to accompany him to a party? Especially his mother’s party.
Or was he happy enough with his band, his career, and his desire to be the best entertainer possible? He did, but his mother wanted to bust his ass. She thought he’d never be happy until he had a wife. But wouldn’t she love to know he wasn’t interested in a wife? He’d rather have a husband. Money, fame, the best job in the world, and all the attention he wanted wasn’t enough if he didn’t have someone to share them with, but his mother didn’t want him to be gay.
“Now you really do look worried,” Michael said. “Who is she and how’s she trying to blackmail you into giving her money?”
“She?” He shook his head. “I don’t have a girlfriend and you, of all people, know that.” He wasn’t ready to tell Michael about the party invitation. Or was he? Nah. He’d let it ride for now. For all he knew, Michael had been invited and would have someone.
Christ on a crutch, he had to stop overthinking this.
“Well, you go on in two minutes, so get yourself ready. What can I do to help you?” Michael asked.
“A blowjob?”
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