Behind door number 8 of my advent calendar is another of my own books, Under the Felt Mistletoe. Today is release day, so I thought it was perfect to feature my lovely boys Finn and Nelson in the calendar.
The idea for this story came when I read somewhere on Twitter about a guy who had been thrown out of his home when his parents found out that he was gay, but every year for Christmas he left them presents on the porch (😭😭). That story from real life broke my heart, and I needed to write a HEA for him. Even if it’s only fictional.
I hope you’ll like it 🙂
Blurb
The most wonderful time of the year is about to get even better.
On a cold, rainy December morning, Finn’s beloved Grampa, his best friend and rock, makes a friend outside their home who he invites in for coffee. The last thing Finn expects is Nelson, a man with a painful past, who is beautiful and generous and turns Finn’s knees into jelly.
What starts out as a chance to get out of the rain, soon becomes more as Nelson helps Finn get ready for the Christmas market. They bond over coffee and fabric and Mariah Carey. Can handmade Christmas ornaments and an understanding heart give Nelson the love he’s been denied?
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Giveaway
I haven’t forgotten that promised you a giveaway every time I feature one of my own books in this advent calendar.
To enter the giveaway: tell me which celebrity you would like to kiss under the mistletoe in the comments. Don’t forget to write your email address or some other way for me to contact you if you win.
The winner will get a copy of Unexpected Christmas and Red Popcorn Strings and Gumball Rings, two of my three Christmas stories from last year, in ebook. (The reason I’m not giving away the third story is that it’s already free, so it would be incredibly cheap of me! 🙂 )
Today’s quote from the book:
With a mischievous glint in his eye, he picks up the stool and walks away. “You’d better try it, though. Make sure it works before you sell it.”
“What do you mean?” I ask his retreating back.
“I mean you should kiss Nelson under that thing, what did you think I mean?” His cackle echoes through the house as blood rushes to my face so quickly I swear I can hear it whooshing in my ears.
I’m mortified. My face is burning, my ears are burning, my neck is burning. It’s not that I don’t want to kiss Nelson. I just don’t want my sixty-seven-year-old Grampa being the one to suggest it.
Today’s song to go with the story
All I Want For Christmas is You by Steve Grand, because Finn and Nelson sing it to their hearts content as they make Christmas ornaments for the market, but since I’m not a huge fan of Mariah Carey, I changed it up a little and chose this version instead 🙂
Nell Iris 