BOOK INFORMATION
TITLE – Cole in His Stocking
AUTHOR – Nya Rawlyns
GENRE – Contemporary M/M romance, Holiday romance, novella
PUBLICATION DATE – December 12, 2014
LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 79/25659
PUBLISHER – PubRight
COVER ARTIST – Sessha Batto
There’s no place more festive, more
glorious than the Big Apple during the Holidays. Jake Richardson loves the
city, loves the lights and the hustle and bustle … but being alone again has
put a real damper on his Christmas spirit.
Cole O’Neil is marking time as he
plans his escape to a new life in the country, doing what he’s always dreamed
about. When he encounters Jake at a party, he’s completely unprepared for the
vision with curly auburn hair and sinful green eyes.
What starts as an embarrassing
accident sends both Cole and Jake on a journey of discovery, but with time
running out will they be able to find the courage to accept the joy of the
season and to believe in each other?
Sometimes it only takes a little
Holiday magic.
EXCERPT
After
an embarrassing incident at a party, Jake agrees to leave with Cole… sort of.
Jake gingerly minced his way to the
mass of coats on the bed, pawed through the pile and extracted his tattered
outerwear from the tower of similar Goodwill vintage cast-offs. The man who
might be a serial killer helped him into the coat, smoothed the shoulders and
settled the scarf around his neck. He made a double loop around Jake’s throat,
then tucked it into the front of the coat and fingered the top button, all the
while keeping his head down.
That was fine by Jake. The last thing
he needed was to make eye contact and expose his soul to a stranger who had
already opened him up to other possibilities, despite it not turning out
exactly the way he might have hoped had he lived on another planet…
Planet normal.
Planet gay guy scores.
Planet having somebody special for the
holidays…
Hell,
let me have that planet’s moon while I’m at it so I can wake up next to that
special someone instead of me alone, clutching a pillow instead of a warm body.
Annoyed at the broken record that was
his lot in life, Jake mumbled, “I’ve got it,” and did the unthinkable. He
looked up, high enough to drink in the sight of thick lashes framing eyes the
color of sin, a nose that had seen some action, rough skin bearing scars from
the teenage scourge of acne, and a five o’clock dark growth Jake couldn’t
manage even after a solid week of not shaving.
His gaydar meter stuttered to a stop
in the face of so much masculinity. He might have swooned had the giant not
taken his elbow and guided him out the door, down the steps, and into a
wonderland of fresh slushy snow.
Name,
name, what’s his name?
The man’s mouth twitched. “Cole. Cole
O’Neil.” He held out his hand.
AUTHOR BIO
Writer,
editor and hopeless romantic.
Nya
Rawlyns has lived on a sailboat on the Chesapeake Bay, ridden more than 1000
miles in trail competitions on horseback, and been owned by two Newfoundlands.
She is staff for a herd of cats and a herd of horses. She never met a potato
chip she didn't like and she lifts weights - which is probably fortuitous as
she really likes potato chips. But mostly she loves happy endings, even when
she has to make them up.
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