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On a Midnight Clear by Lily Morton
It can safely be said that Lord Barnaby Greenwood is not having the best of Christmases.
He’s penniless, up to his eyeballs in debt, and about to lose his estate. Therefore, it’s hardly surprising that when a local property developer offers a lot of money to buy King’s Wood from him, Barnaby is very tempted. But his father had always impressed on him that the green wood was sacred and must be protected at all costs, so he finds himself saying no.
He knows this will result in the loss of his home, but duty comes before everything. However, that fateful decision leads instead to a magical Christmas for Barnaby, complete with an old god who grants him a favour, and a beautiful statue that comes to life.
Cosmo is perfect for him. He’s funny and kind and completely enraptured with Barnaby, and for the first time in his life, Barnaby falls in love. But how can this lead to anything but heartache, when on the last stroke of midnight on Christmas Eve, Cosmo will go back to being a statue and take Barnaby’s heart with him?
From bestselling author Lily Morton comes a truly magical romantic comedy.
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The naked man smiles at me and leans back, putting his weight on his hands, utterly unconcerned by the fact that everything is now on display.
His body is slim, with broad shoulders and long, muscled legs. I realise that he’s not completely naked as he’s wearing sandals. I stare at them intently, trying not to look at his penis as it nestles in dark curls. The sandals are the type that have leather straps that wind around the ankles. Gladiator sandals, I think, still looking everywhere than at the big penis. I mean, man. Trying not to look at the man. Who is naked. Here in my house.
A low chuckle sounds, and it makes me involuntarily look up. He’s watching me, a smile playing on his full lips. “I must admit to expecting a different welcome, Barnaby.” I gawk at him, aware that my mouth is open. Catching flies, an old nanny used to call it, which is disgusting but rather apt.
So, we’re ignoring the nakedness? Okay, I can work with that.
“You know my name?” I finally manage.
He smiles. “Of course I do, Barnaby.”
I gape at him, taking his features in properly now that I’m not looking at his crotch, and then jerk. He looks very familiar, and I rack my brains, trying to think where I know him. Is he a villager who works in the local post office or the bank? They’re the only two places I have visited lately. But how has he ended up naked in my home? It’s taking local involvement with the house a bit far.
Then it occurs to me with the force of a blow that I must be dreaming this. A surge of relief rushes through me. But of course, that’s it. I’m dreaming, and as I haven’t had a man in my bed for what feels like a millennium, my brain has naturally gifted me with this perfect model. It’s probably a reaction to stress and the fact that I had cheese at lunch.
I feel instantly freer. I can now ogle him to my heart’s content because he’s just my dream, and I don’t want to waste a minute of this. After all, my last one consisted of zebras buying the hall and moving in. I’d had to wait on them, and they’d been terribly messy.
I shift my position and eye him more boldly. Something about that seems to amuse him because one corner of his mouth tilts up, but he leans back obediently. He’s extraordinarily beautiful, this dream of mine, and I mentally congratulate my brain. His hair falls to his shoulders in a mess of brown sun-streaked waves. His face is sculpted with sharp cheekbones, and under slashing eyebrows, he has very pale green eyes the colour of the underside of a new leaf.
He watches me steadily back, his eyes running over my body as if memorising me, and then he laughs. It’s a startlingly beautiful sound. Rich and warm and infectious enough that it makes me smile.
“Barnaby, I think you do not recognise me. How strange for I would know you in the dark.” The dog barks, and he nods. “Cyrus feels the same.”
“How do I know you?” I ask, feeling quite bold. I’m usually very hesitant with strangers and find it difficult to look them in the eyes. But this is a dream, and Dream Barnaby should be different. “I think I would remember you.”
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About Lily:
Lily is a bestselling gay romance author. She writes love stories filled with heat and humour.
She lives in sunny England with her husband and two children, all of whom claim that they haven’t had a proper conversation with her since she got her Kindle.
Lily has spent her life with her head full of daydreams, and decided one day to just sit down and start writing about them. In the process she discovered that she actually loved writing, because how else would she get to spend her time with hot and funny men?
She loves chocolate and Baileys and the best of all creations – Chocolate Baileys.
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