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Book Title: Ginger Snapping All the Way
Author: Gabbi Grey
Publisher: Self-Published
Narrator: Michael Dean
Release Date: November 15, 2021
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance
Tropes: Hurt/comfort, lumberjack/nurse, grumpy/sunshine, forced proximity
Themes: Redemption, forgiveness
Heat Rating: 4 flames
Length: 8 hours and 8 minutes
It is a standalone story and does not end on a cliffhanger.
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Blurb
Maddox
I’m not a fan of Christmas. I’m happy to stay up in my mountain cabin and let the silly season pass me by. But when a friend asks for a favor, I can’t say no. Now I’m stuck in my cabin during a snowstorm, trapped with the most beautiful man I’ve ever met—who can’t wait to get away. He just might break my heart when he goes.
Ravi
I’m racing to get home for the birth of my goddaughter when mechanical troubles force my plane’s emergency landing. There are no beds at the inn due to a horrendous storm, but a friend says she knows a guy who won’t mind putting me up until the bad weather passes. Now I’m trapped with that man, and I must decide if I stay, hiding from the rest of the world, or go and face my past to earn a shot at my happily ever after.
This is a 72k word, hurt/comfort, lumberjack/nurse, grumpy/sunshine, forced proximity MM romance novel with a moderate amount of angst.
Excerpt
All of a sudden, the mechanical whirr of a window descending sounded through the cabin, and within moments, a blast of cold air hit my neck.
“Jesus, Sofia.”
I glanced in the side mirror, and damned if the dog didn’t have her head stuck out the window. She must’ve climbed over my bag and, apparently, knew how to lower the window.
Impressive.
“I’m rolling up the window.”
More whirring, and an indignant yip.
I didn’t speak dog, but I knew pissed when I heard it.
“I don’t care.” Maddox gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles were white.
Another yip.
“Okay. One French fry. But that’s all you’re getting. Zephyra said no more treats.”
I hesitated. None of my business, but I couldn’t help myself. “Uh, if you don’t mind me asking, who is Zephyra?” I probably didn’t need to know, but this was the first conversation in about fifteen minutes, and even if I was interrupting dog/human communication, I wanted in on the discussion.
“Dr. Zephyra Dixon is Sophia’s veterinarian. Her clinic is across from the A&W, and she might have spotted me giving Sophia a French fry.”
Two quick successive yaps.
Ah, now the truth was coming out.
Sofia placed her front paws on the center console by my elbow and nuzzled my ear again.
“Holy crap, dog, you’re all wet.” And cold.
“Hence the reason I don’t want her rolling down the window. Doesn’t have the sense God gave her.”
I glanced over my shoulder to find a grinning pup. Oh, she was mighty pleased with herself.
“At least she’s strapped in.” I’d noticed that. Some kind of harness system. She could go back and forth between the two back windows and come up to the front console, but was clearly secured.
“There’s a reason for that.”
I waited, but no further elucidation came. “Care to share?”
A grunt. “Not long after I got her, we were driving home from town. When I arrived at my place, the back seat was empty.” He shot a quick glare at the dog who didn’t appear the least bit cowed. “She won’t tell me if she slipped or jumped, but she’d gone out the window when I’d slowed down to make a left. Took me two hours of walking the back roads. Finally, someone stopped and told me where they’d seen her. Little shit.” That last bit was muttered, but clearly audible.
I turned to face Sofia. “That must have been traumatizing.”
A snort. “Little dear was lapping up the luxury in someone’s backyard, sunning herself after a dip in the kiddie pool. Damn lucky no one shot her.”
“Shot her?” I pressed a hand to my chest.
“Plenty of my neighbors have guns. Wouldn’t be legal, but that wouldn’t stop some of them. She lucked out.”
I tweaked her nose. “Did you hurt yourself?”
A snicker. “She was just fine. Shaved a couple of years off my life, but she was no worse for wear.”
Ah, so he did have a heart.
For his dog, at least.
About the Author
Gabbi lives in beautiful British Columbia where her fur baby chin-poo keeps her safe from the nasty neighborhood squirrels. Working for the government by day, she spends her early mornings writing contemporary, gay, sweet, and dark erotic BDSM romances. While she firmly believes in happy endings, she also believes in making her characters suffer before finding their true love. She also writes m/f romances as Gabbi Black.
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