Backlist Feature: Perfect Christmas

Content Warning: BDSM, multiple partners

Blurb:

Depressed and lonely, Evan has nothing to look forward to on Christmas but his TV dinner and store-bought cookies, while his lover, Drake, spends the holiday traveling for business. But a special delivery changes everything, and Evan finds himself in the middle of a perfect Christmas. Worn out from his stocking stuffer, Evan's not sure how he's going to handle his present, but when Drake reveals that Evan's gift is a threesome with none other than their hunky friend Mike, Evan summons the energy!

Excerpt:

He walked up the sidewalk to their sprawling one-story house— last year’s ridiculously over-the-top Christmas present—and shook his head, a wide smile turning up his frown and a flood of warmth
automatically replacing his icy state of mind. On the doorstep was a massive vase holding a dazzling array of dozens of multicolored roses, with ten or so balloons bearing the words I love you! tied around it. Evan chuckled and hefted the heavy arrangement up into his arms to carry it inside.

Halfway across the kitchen the vase started to slip from his arm, and though he nearly dropped it a couple times, he managed to sit it down on the counter next to the sink with a heaving whuff. “Sheesh, Drake,” he muttered. “Overkill much?”

But he couldn’t stay annoyed in the face of such a thoughtful gesture. Evan plunked his grocery bag down next to the vase and stuck his nose down into the arrangement, breathing in the sweet smell that told him they were definitely from a local florist, not those refrigerated ones from the grocery store. It certainly didn’t make up for missing Drake, but at least he knew Drake understood. Evan went about putting his groceries away, trying not to let the task sour his mood again.

He crossed to the other side of the kitchen, opened the freezer and tossed in the dinners. He barely had enough time to empty the rest of the bag out onto the marble counter before his cell phone rang. Pulling it out of his pocket, he smiled at the number as he hit the green button. “Hey, you!”

“Hey!” Drake answered. “Did you get the delivery?”

“I did. They’re beautiful, babe.” Evan bent to sniff the roses again. “And they smell great. You shouldn’t have spent so much on flowers, though.”

“They’re the ultimate I love you gift, right? And you deserve the ultimate. Did you like the rest?”

“The balloons? Yeah. I haven’t had balloons since I was a kid.” He poked one with his index finger and smiled as it bobbed around.

“And the rest?”

Evan frowned. “What rest?”

“Wasn’t there anything else with them?” 

“No, just the roses and the balloons.” He shook his head out of habit, even though the gesture was useless. 

“Are you sure? Did you look around the stoop? There was supposed to be something else.” Drake’s tone held a note of nervous concern.

“I didn’t see anything.” Evan frowned. What else could Drake have included?

“Go look again,” Drake prompted.

“Okay.” Drake would know what he paid for, and if he said there was another part to the present, then there was. He strode to the door and opened it, and his phone slipped from his hand as he gasped. There in front of him was the handsomest man he’d ever seen—bright blue eyes wide with excitement, luscious lips curved up into a sweet smile, strong, wide shoulders, and that manly chest puffed out in obvious pride. Dressed simply in a pair of jeans, white shirt, and a black blazer, the man towered over Evan’s four-foot-nine height but every inch of that six-foot-four expanse of handsome was the man of Evan’s dreams “Drake!”

Drake grinned at him. “Aren’t you going to sign for your delivery?”