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About the Book
Title: Christmas Lane
Author: Amy Aislin
Series: Lighthouse Bay: Book One
Release Date (Print & Ebook): November 29, 2018
Length (Print & Ebook): approx. 65,000 words
Genre: m/m contemporary romance
Tropes: May/December, small town
Cover design: Jay Aheer at Simply Defined Art
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Blurb: It’s recent college graduate Zach Greenfeld’s favorite time of the year and he’s just received a temporary gig planning Lighthouse Bay’s Christmas parade. Not only does it speak to his penchant for organization, it also puts him face to face on a daily basis with his unrequited crush—Holland Stone. But his new job starts off in disaster when the most important float—Santa’s sleigh—gets damaged.
Holland needs to win the Lighthouse Bay Christmas parade float competition in order to grow his new dollhouse-making business. The prize is an article in a major city newspaper, and nothing beats free advertising. Except, eager to help the adorable parade organizer, he volunteers to help fix Santa’s sleigh, leaving no time to work on his own float, and putting his prize at risk.
Damaged floats, snowstorms, and a last-minute parade emergency force Zach and Holland closer than ever. All they need is a little bit of Christmas magic to help them realize they belong together.
“Christmas is my favorite time of year,” Zach said.
“You don’t say.”
Something soft hit him in the back. Whirling, he gaped at a smirking Holland, then at the crumbled snowball at his feet.
Holland’s smile widened. “Oh, I did. What are you gonna do about it?”
This was a new side to Holland. One Zach was totally on board with. He grinned and scooped up some snow. “It’s on!” A second snowball hit him in the shoulder. He straightened, gave a war cry, and—
Where’d Holland go?
Whack. A snowball to the back of the head. Pieces flaked off and fell down the back of his jacket.
“Ahhhhh!” Hopping around, he tried to get it out to the chorus of Holland’s laughter. “Cold, cold, cold.”
Holland poked his head out from the other side of the Christmas tree. Another snowball hit Zach in the thigh.
“Oh, this is war, Holland!” Giving a great cry, Zach tackled Holland to the ground. Snow sprayed in an arc around them, getting everywhere. In their hair, in their boots, up pant legs, underneath jackets that got rucked up as they tumbled, exposing skin to the elements.
“Ha ha!” Zach crowed from atop Holland, where he straddled Holland’s thighs, arms in the air in triumph. “I win!”
“You think so?” Holland flipped them, and all of a sudden, Zach found himself on his back, staring up at a laughing Holland.
He froze as calloused fingertips lightly brushed his cheek, sweeping away a small patch of snow. Holland’s hair, mostly white with streaks of dark brown, almost sparkled in the brilliant lights of the tree. His weight pressed Zach into the snowy ground, but Zach didn’t register the cold or the hard earth. Pressed together from thigh to chest, all Zach felt was Holland’s hard body against his own. His heart pumped. What would he see in Holland’s eyes if Zach met them? Curious and apprehensive in equal measure, Zach lifted his gaze.
Holland’s eyes, the color of faded denim in the light of day, were black as the night against a backdrop of red, green, blue, and white lights that shone from the tree. Only inches away, they locked with Zach’s. Zach’s breath left him in a rush, fanning against Holland’s face. Holland’s gaze dropped to Zach’s lips.
Zach quivered, waiting.
Clearing his throat, Holland stood, towering above Zach at his full six-foot-two height. He held out a hand. “Let me walk you home.”
Zach slumped deeper into the snow and closed his eyes against the disappointment.
Smiling gamely, Zach took Holland’s hand and let Holland pull him up and walk him home.
About the Author
Amy started writing on a rainy day in fourth grade when her class was forced to stay inside for recess. Tales of adventures with her classmates quickly morphed into tales of adventures with the characters in her head. Based in the suburbs of Toronto, Amy is a marketer/fundraiser at a large environmental non-profit in Toronto by day, and a writer by night. Book enthusiast, animal lover and (very) amateur photographer, her interests are many and varied, including travelling, astronomy, ecology, and baking. She binge watches too much anime, and loves musical theater, Julie Andrews, the Backstreet Boys, and her hometown of Oakville, Ontario.