"Forever Bound in Tinsel," a novella by Chloe Stowe
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Synopsis:
Three delicious tales of male/male romance for the holidays!
Meet Alec and Brant, who escape to a tropical island for the holidays, under the pretense of doing a big business deal, but end up doing each other, in EM Lynley's CHRISTMAS BONUS.
Best-selling author Ryan Field brings back Lance and Nathan, two high school lovers who reunited on Christmas Eve, as they now explore their new relationship a year later and find the true meaning of Christmas in THE CHRISTMAS GIFT.
And finally join Aaron and John, the military pilot and doctor from Chloe Stowe's FOREVER BOUND, as they dance through another holiday of "Don't Ask, Don't Tell," in FOREVER BOUND WITH TINSEL.
Don't miss this twinkling collection of holiday lust!
Excerpt:
Chapter One
The basketball flew through the December air with a silent grace, hit the rim of the goal with a “Clank!” and took out an elf in the rose bushes with a “Crash – Damn!”
The “Damn!” was provided by John Castle.
The droll condemnation of “Well, you killed him,” which immediately followed, came from his lover, best friend and would-be next victim, Aaron Chambers. The man stood with his arms crossed against his heaving chest, legs shoulder width apart and a look of betrayal etched across his handsome though frowning face.
John had had just about enough of this shit. “It’s an elf!” he defended in a growl. Stomping over to the crime scene, he bent down and picked up the merrily painted though headless corpse. He held it out to his partner by its curly toed shoes. “You’ve brought, what, three hundred of these over here the last couple of weeks? I think the colony will survive.”
“The question is quickly becoming: Will you?” Aaron rebutted, with a cocky ass grin.
If Aaron wasn’t literally dripping with sex right now, John would have taken the pilot’s ego down a few dozen notches. As it was, however, John was more interested in what the bastard was wearing than what crap was spouting from those thoroughly edible lips.
The white t-shirt Aaron wore was currently soaked with sweat, the cotton clinging to him like some kind of pornographic lichen. The light gray sweatpants were hardly any better for John’s concentration. The paper thin material sat low on the narrow hips and greedily cradled Aaron’s substantial assets with an x-rated abandon.
The S.O.B. shimmied just enough to twitch John’s keen-eyed dick.
“I saw that,” the pilot sing-songed.
“If we had the time, you’d feel it,” the doctor sweetly vowed.
Tyndall Air Force Base’s annual Christmas Ball loomed only hours away. It was the region’s premier charity event of the year. All the top military brass and all the top hospital patrons would be there, which unfortunately meant so would John and Aaron.
Aaron’s rank of colonel and his highly prized position as an instructor in Tyndall’s flight school gave the Air Force pilot little choice but to attend. The military was nothing if not political.
John’s position as head orthopedic surgeon at Bay Medical Hospital dictated his presence as well.
If only they could have gone together as the couple they were, everything would have been merry and bright on this 23rd of December. Unfortunately, the military’s Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell policy played the idiotic Grinch in this feature. DADT was a mealy mouthed creature with no heart but an ass big enough to literally squash a soldier’s career. It was because of this policy alone that John and Aaron had been forced to keep their true relationship a secret from everyone. The world knew them as long time best friends, only the heavens and their hearts knew them as the soul mates they were.
Aaron was willing to give up his career for John.
John wasn’t. He would never be able to live with himself if he was the cause of Aaron’s childhood dreams being grounded. Aaron’s father had been an Air Force pilot and all the young man had ever wanted in his life was to be just like his dad. The doctor, no matter how much he wanted to shout to the world that Aaron Chambers was his, couldn’t take that away from him.
So, John vowed to wait.
And Aaron vowed to hurry… at least as much as a man in the service can hurry a career. Aaron lived with both guilt and gratitude every day.
John knew this and, in turn, latched on to a chunk of guilt all for himself.
Around and around it went, the guilt never stopping.
The blame however laid solely on one Grinch’s doorstep… Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.
Speaking of which…
“I’m thinking of screwing you under one of the generals’ table tonight.” Setting the headless body up against the house next to about a dozen other such elfin atrocities, John turned back around with a grin, “So, you game?”
“No.” Aaron had recovered the basketball and now dribbled it slowly from hand to hand as he stood there looking fuckable.
“Your cock says otherwise.” John sing-songed.
Aaron looked down at his pants and rolled his eyes when he found them tented. Tucking the ball under an armpit, he pointed angrily at John, “I blame you for this.”
“I would hope so.” John thought it only proper to be smug.
Aaron rolled his eyes, dropped the basketball and sat his ass down on it. Everything but his smirk looked tired. “You know, I didn’t used to be so…”
John dropped down on the pavement in front of him, legs splayed out to either side of his lover. “Adventuresome? Brave? Self-assured and cocky?” He put a little twang on the last just to up the bugging quotient.
Shaking his head, Aaron snorted. “I was going to say stupid and horny…”
“Well, that too.” John shrugged, amenable to just about anything that meant there was going to be hot and sticky sex, sooner rather than later. Four hours was plenty of time to kill off a few more brain cells with a mind blowing orgasm or two. Santa would understand them being a little late. After all, it was the old guy who’d come up with the naughty list in the first place.
Sometimes it was scary how Aaron could read John’s mind. This, unfortunately, was one of those times. Narrowing his eyes, Aaron snapped, “Don’t sit there looking all innocent and wholesome. You’re an elf killer… an elf-killer at Christmas, no less! Santa’s going to enjoy mowing your ass down with his sleigh.”
“How old are you again?” It was a common question, one John could now say in three languages.
Aaron opened his mouth to, no doubt, say something biting or wicked or both, when a car suddenly backfired down the street.
Briefly, Aaron appeared startled. Nothing more.
John, however, was more. Much more.
Three delicious tales of male/male romance for the holidays!
Meet Alec and Brant, who escape to a tropical island for the holidays, under the pretense of doing a big business deal, but end up doing each other, in EM Lynley's CHRISTMAS BONUS.
Best-selling author Ryan Field brings back Lance and Nathan, two high school lovers who reunited on Christmas Eve, as they now explore their new relationship a year later and find the true meaning of Christmas in THE CHRISTMAS GIFT.
And finally join Aaron and John, the military pilot and doctor from Chloe Stowe's FOREVER BOUND, as they dance through another holiday of "Don't Ask, Don't Tell," in FOREVER BOUND WITH TINSEL.
Don't miss this twinkling collection of holiday lust!
Excerpt:
Chapter One
The basketball flew through the December air with a silent grace, hit the rim of the goal with a “Clank!” and took out an elf in the rose bushes with a “Crash – Damn!”
The “Damn!” was provided by John Castle.
The droll condemnation of “Well, you killed him,” which immediately followed, came from his lover, best friend and would-be next victim, Aaron Chambers. The man stood with his arms crossed against his heaving chest, legs shoulder width apart and a look of betrayal etched across his handsome though frowning face.
John had had just about enough of this shit. “It’s an elf!” he defended in a growl. Stomping over to the crime scene, he bent down and picked up the merrily painted though headless corpse. He held it out to his partner by its curly toed shoes. “You’ve brought, what, three hundred of these over here the last couple of weeks? I think the colony will survive.”
“The question is quickly becoming: Will you?” Aaron rebutted, with a cocky ass grin.
If Aaron wasn’t literally dripping with sex right now, John would have taken the pilot’s ego down a few dozen notches. As it was, however, John was more interested in what the bastard was wearing than what crap was spouting from those thoroughly edible lips.
The white t-shirt Aaron wore was currently soaked with sweat, the cotton clinging to him like some kind of pornographic lichen. The light gray sweatpants were hardly any better for John’s concentration. The paper thin material sat low on the narrow hips and greedily cradled Aaron’s substantial assets with an x-rated abandon.
The S.O.B. shimmied just enough to twitch John’s keen-eyed dick.
“I saw that,” the pilot sing-songed.
“If we had the time, you’d feel it,” the doctor sweetly vowed.
Tyndall Air Force Base’s annual Christmas Ball loomed only hours away. It was the region’s premier charity event of the year. All the top military brass and all the top hospital patrons would be there, which unfortunately meant so would John and Aaron.
Aaron’s rank of colonel and his highly prized position as an instructor in Tyndall’s flight school gave the Air Force pilot little choice but to attend. The military was nothing if not political.
John’s position as head orthopedic surgeon at Bay Medical Hospital dictated his presence as well.
If only they could have gone together as the couple they were, everything would have been merry and bright on this 23rd of December. Unfortunately, the military’s Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell policy played the idiotic Grinch in this feature. DADT was a mealy mouthed creature with no heart but an ass big enough to literally squash a soldier’s career. It was because of this policy alone that John and Aaron had been forced to keep their true relationship a secret from everyone. The world knew them as long time best friends, only the heavens and their hearts knew them as the soul mates they were.
Aaron was willing to give up his career for John.
John wasn’t. He would never be able to live with himself if he was the cause of Aaron’s childhood dreams being grounded. Aaron’s father had been an Air Force pilot and all the young man had ever wanted in his life was to be just like his dad. The doctor, no matter how much he wanted to shout to the world that Aaron Chambers was his, couldn’t take that away from him.
So, John vowed to wait.
And Aaron vowed to hurry… at least as much as a man in the service can hurry a career. Aaron lived with both guilt and gratitude every day.
John knew this and, in turn, latched on to a chunk of guilt all for himself.
Around and around it went, the guilt never stopping.
The blame however laid solely on one Grinch’s doorstep… Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell.
Speaking of which…
“I’m thinking of screwing you under one of the generals’ table tonight.” Setting the headless body up against the house next to about a dozen other such elfin atrocities, John turned back around with a grin, “So, you game?”
“No.” Aaron had recovered the basketball and now dribbled it slowly from hand to hand as he stood there looking fuckable.
“Your cock says otherwise.” John sing-songed.
Aaron looked down at his pants and rolled his eyes when he found them tented. Tucking the ball under an armpit, he pointed angrily at John, “I blame you for this.”
“I would hope so.” John thought it only proper to be smug.
Aaron rolled his eyes, dropped the basketball and sat his ass down on it. Everything but his smirk looked tired. “You know, I didn’t used to be so…”
John dropped down on the pavement in front of him, legs splayed out to either side of his lover. “Adventuresome? Brave? Self-assured and cocky?” He put a little twang on the last just to up the bugging quotient.
Shaking his head, Aaron snorted. “I was going to say stupid and horny…”
“Well, that too.” John shrugged, amenable to just about anything that meant there was going to be hot and sticky sex, sooner rather than later. Four hours was plenty of time to kill off a few more brain cells with a mind blowing orgasm or two. Santa would understand them being a little late. After all, it was the old guy who’d come up with the naughty list in the first place.
Sometimes it was scary how Aaron could read John’s mind. This, unfortunately, was one of those times. Narrowing his eyes, Aaron snapped, “Don’t sit there looking all innocent and wholesome. You’re an elf killer… an elf-killer at Christmas, no less! Santa’s going to enjoy mowing your ass down with his sleigh.”
“How old are you again?” It was a common question, one John could now say in three languages.
Aaron opened his mouth to, no doubt, say something biting or wicked or both, when a car suddenly backfired down the street.
Briefly, Aaron appeared startled. Nothing more.
John, however, was more. Much more.