Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Gale Stanley's CONTEST!
Gale Stanley said:
I didn’t always celebrate Christmas. In fact I married into it. My own family had never practiced our faith and I embraced the religious aspects of the holiday as well as the gift giving and decorating. I love it all and even my parents caught the holiday spirit. Three generations of family would gather to celebrate. My sister-in-law would make the Christmas Eve dinner with at least four fish dishes. We would do Christmas Day. Our perfect tree filled the house with the smell of fresh pine, competing with the delicious smells coming from the kitchen. Years passed, as did family members. The kids grew up, married and had their own kids. Now we settle for an artificial tree and celebrate at their homes. New traditions replaced the old but the joy of faith and family remain.
In my erotic romance, SILENT KNIGHTS, two conflicted men try to find common ground during the holiday season.
Paul Stanton thought he had it all, a great job, a beautiful condo and a stable relationship with his soul mate. When his lover dumps him for another man, Paul is forced to rethink his life. He visits his childhood home in rural Pennsylvania rather than spend the holidays alone in San Francisco. But only a few days with his family is enough to convince him that you can't go home again.
Paul leaves for the airport in the midst of a snowstorm. Stranded in the woodlands, a chance meeting between him and a hunter is his only option for survival. He knows the type. A backwoods bigot like the men he grew up with. But what choice does he have? A few days with the Mountain Man convinces Paul there's more to Andy Reynolds than meets the eye. But is it enough to bind two men who have nothing in common except their sex?
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Everything happened so fast, yet he saw it all in slow motion. A prayer came to his lips as he swerved to the left. Terror raced up his spine when he realized he was headed straight for a tree. He hit it with a dull thud.
Thrown feet over head, Andy landed face down in a snow-covered hill of pinecones that cushioned his touchdown. For a few seconds he couldn't breathe. Then strong hands grabbed him and rolled him over. Pain stabbed his chest as if he'd been staked. He spit out a mouthful of snow and someone wiped his eyes and nose.
Disoriented, he clenched his eyes shut. His head spun. He heard someone groaning and realized it was him.
"Hey, buddy, are you okay?"
Shit. The voice sounded worried. He must be in bad shape. Andy tried to sit up but firm hands pushed him down. He opened his eyes and started to protest.
Andy's heart lurched. He stared into the greenest eyes he'd ever seen. The sound of the wind faded into the background and the silent pristine wonderland provided a surreal backdrop for the white knight staring down at him. Doily-shaped flakes swirled around the man's head and caught in the dark-brown hair whipping about his face.
Andy sucked in a frosty breath. It had been a long time since he'd felt instant attraction for someone. Hell, it had been so long he hardly knew what it felt like anymore. He only knew that in the midst of the chilling temperatures, heat suffused his groin and his cock began to rise.
He couldn't have been more surprised if this man had been dropped from Santa's sled, an early Christmas present just for him. Mesmerized, Andy stared at the snowflakes clinging to the man's long eyelashes.
"Are you all right?" Green-eyes' worried voice brought him back to reality. The wind screamed again and the moment was lost. He could have been killed because of this guy. What was he doing sitting in the middle of the road in this weather?
"No thanks to you." Andy struggled to get up but green-eyes held him down easily.
Pissed, Andy could barely contain himself. He was no lightweight. This guy must be Superman.
"We should make sure nothing is broken."
"Your nose will be broken if you don't let me up."
Green-eyes held his hands up in surrender and Andy struggled to a sitting position. His heavy clothes made maneuvering in the snow that much harder. Now on eye level, he squinted at the guy and for the first time noticed that his face and lips were turning blue. It didn't go well with his eyes.
The shivering stranger stood and offered him a hand. He took it.
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