Sunday, January 8, 2012

Were your holdays as good as Hector and Chad's? Find out!

Greetings Goddess Fish blog family!

Jaxx Steele here taking the time to hang out and tell you about my latest book, Hosting for the Holidays. Those who have read my books in the past know that I have a bit of a sweet spot for older men. This book joins the ranks of Papa knows Best, Care Package and Healing the Beast Within, the other May-December romances I have on my current book list.

 Here is a sneak peek:

Hector had chosen the Christmas time for his young lover, Chad, to meet his best friends for
the first time. Christmas Eve dinner went well and Chad felt he had made a group of new friends.
To celebrate New Year's Eve Chad made special plans for him and Hector, but will the
impromptu appearance by their friends threatened to ruin his big surprise?


Hector nodded and sipped from his glass. He looked around and the other two couples
nodded and gave their significant others a kiss as well.
“So, are you guys only stopping by for a moment? You have other plans for tonight?” he
asked, waving his glass around to include everyone in his questioning.
Each couple looked to their partner and then to the others. Unsure shrugging and negative
murmuring seemed to be the general consensus to his query.
“Well, it’s almost eleven now, why don't we turn on one of those New Year’s Eve shows
and make this a party,” Hector suggested, cutting off the confused chatter.
Chad stiffened at Hector’s invitation and almost groaned aloud when everyone nodded in
agreement. His midnight plans would be ruined if everyone was here. The romantic moment he
had spent days planning did not include a house full of people. With a heavy sigh he excused
himself and walked into the kitchen. Opening and closing cabinets for the dry foods then moving
to the refrigerator for the rest, Chad refilled trays with more crackers, cheese and fruit. Muttering
to himself he didn’t notice someone had entered the kitchen behind him.
“Chad, is everything okay?”
He jumped slightly at the sound of Hector’s voice. He spun to face him.
“Yeah, baby. Everything’s great. I just came to gather some more hors d' oeuvres since your
friends will be hanging out longer than I expected.”
He quickly turned back to his serving dishes, not knowing how Hector would take his last
statement. It came out a little more edgy than he intended. Moments passed as Chad’s heartbeat
quickened until he felt Hector’s familiar grip around his waist pull him into his arms.
“Okay, sweetheart.” He lowered a kiss to the top of his head then released him. “I will be
out here if you need me.” The door swung shut shortly afterward.
Chad sighed. He continued gathering and adding food to the trays, but just before he lifted
them to return to the living room, as a second thought he went out the kitchen door to the patio.
A chilly breeze blew the snow around lightly dusting the deck, but it melted quickly under the
warmth of the pit. The stars shined brightly in the cloudless sky. He picked up the stick he left by
the small fire pit and pushed around the log he borrowed from the fireplace. The weatherman
cautioned all firework spectators to bundle up since the temperature would be hovering around
twenty degrees at midnight. He had come outside with nothing but his sweater on. The flames
still burned, but they were going down. The small sign that hung over the pit that was on display
at the store explained that as long as the fire burned continuously the area around it would
remain tolerable. Sparks and flakes of fire jumped from the log and the blaze was renewed.
He sniffed deeply and smiled. Something about the smell of burning wood always relaxed
him…and turned him on. His early years as a boy scout had addicted him to camping and nature.
He was thrilled when Hector had the deck added last spring just for him. Until the bite of
Indiana’s winter kicked in, Chad spent his evenings sitting outside just enjoying the
On the small table on the other side of the deck were two glasses he had left outside to chill.
Beneath the table was a bottle of champagne he had stuffed into a small bank of snow. With a
sad sigh, he realized it probably had the perfect chill on it by now, but that no longer mattered.
They wouldn’t get the chance to drink it. Chad gave the patio and the beauty of the night one last
glance over his shoulder before going back indoors.

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Gale Stanley said...

Love May-December romances! Another one for my TBR list.

Debby said...

Love these type of romances. Age should not matter.
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