Can he somehow bring magic back to Christmas?

Gabe
Pining after a man and stood up by another, I leave for a holiday retreat for two alone. Maybe solitude will drown away my sorrows. The storm raging outside matches my dreary mood. However, I’m somehow sharing my cabin in the blizzard-covered mountain with a stranger.

Edries
I’ve been making headlines as an eccentric billionaire for as long as I can remember. I’m not used to making headlines because my wife announces she wants a divorce, that she never loved me, and she’s taking our kids for the holidays. My first holiday alone will be on a beautiful mountain, to which I make it just in time to beat the storm.

But someone is already inside the room I paid for and now I’m stormed in with a stranger.

My name is Dominique Chevalier, and I am broken. Two years ago, a beloved part of me died. Angelique was everything, but she left me alone.

Alone with an infant, a broken heart, unimaginable pain, and a promise that I’ll never forget.

After relocating and taking a job as Ottawa’s chief forensic pathologist, I find purpose.
I find escape from the anguish that threatens to drown me.
I find him.

Detective Kobe Haven is everything I can’t have but everything I want.

Our paths cross when we are called to investigate a murder. Kobe is charming, smart, and relentless, but I can’t move on. I’m not ready. Before I know what’s happening, he’s under my skin, inside my veins, warming a special place in my heart.

I can’t turn him off.
He’s all I think about.
But do I really know him?
Does he really know me?

As the case unravels and the bodies pile up, true feelings surface.

Winter storms rage. Spring is nothing more than a feverish wish on a cold night. Eternally out of reach.

Or is it?

Is Kobe someone I can trust?
Is he someone I can love?

Austin
I made it to age eighteen as Frankie Morse—Frank, Junior—my dad's prized possession and sometimes punching bag. But only because Dad never knew I was gay. On my eighteenth birthday, I defied him, and ran. Crossed three states, in the miraculous gift of an old truck, before I ran out of gas outside the Star & Bar ranch in the Sierra Nevada foothills.

Now I'm broke, they aren't hiring, and my string of luck has apparently come to an end. But here, in the free California air, I can choose to use my middle name, Austin. I can be as gay as I please. And maybe, just maybe, the approval I see in a weathered winter cowboy's eyes means I haven't totally wrecked my life.

Seth
After messing up bigtime years ago, and letting a young man get hurt on my watch, I'm never mixing business and pleasure again. I'm gay, I'm out, but when I'm around the horses and the cattle, I refuse to be distracted. Even by a young man with a world of hurt in his eyes, and a mouth created to tempt me. Austin needs a helping hand, but that's the only kind of hand he's getting. If he's even willing to bend his pride enough to take that.

I'm 33, he's 18 and barely finding his feet, and anyhow, we're full up with ranch hands for the winter. But when I find him bartering barn-cleaning for a place to sleep that isn't below freezing, I'm not made of stone. My cabin's small, but I can give him shelter. Just for one night, or two.

Sometimes the most frightening thing is not the wind howling through the trees…but what’s lurking there.

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Xander Corey is certain that what his husband, Lorne MacBain, the chief of police in their little town of Osprey, is seeing outside their kitchen window is nothing to worry about. It’s concerning that whenever Xander looks, there’s nothing there, but really, it could be anything. Why borrow trouble and assume the worst? Besides, it’s midwinter, after all, and everything is sleeping.

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Or should be.

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And while during the deep, dark days and even darker nights, things can get spooky, that’s not to say that logical minds won’t prevail, even when tested at the most vulnerable time. Remaining steadfast in the face of danger is what guardians do… and staying alive would certainly help as well.

When Evan, a polished businessman, wanders into a mall gift-wrap station, the last thing he expects is Leo—the sharp-tongued, playful wrapper who makes ribbons look downright dangerous.
One gift becomes two, then twelve, as Evan keeps coming back with flimsy excuses and increasingly flirtatious banter.
From cinnamon rolls to stolen almost-kisses by the carousel, every day brings them closer to the inevitable: a Christmas Eve that ends not with neatly tied bows, but with everything unwrapped.

A steamy, funny, and heart-melting holiday MM romance—twelve gifts, twelve dates, and one unforgettable Christmas.

A lonely and touch-starved monster. A human dealing with a mysterious illness. A bond that changes everything.

Since the day Jasper nearly died in the forest, a strange sickness has consumed his life. More than that, an ache inside him urges him to find something. Or someone. With his fox familiar, he searches without knowing what or who he’s searching for. Only that he must find them, or the ache inside will never be fulfilled. Sometimes, he feels the weight of unseen eyes on him. But when he turns, no one is there.

Kraghol is not like other krampuses. He despises the fear his kind is meant to inspire. When Kraghol saved Jasper’s life, a bond forged between them. But since that day, Kraghol has hidden from Jasper, watching him from the shadows, unable to bear the thought of Jasper seeing his monstrous face.

Then one day, Jasper collapses in the snow. Unable to stop himself, Kraghol rushes to his aid. And when Jasper awakens, he knows that Kraghol is the one he’s been searching for.

But their worlds could not be more different. Kraghol knows a human and a krampus have no future. Can Jasper help him overcome his doubts? Or will Kraghol condemn them both to a lifetime of loneliness?