Book Title: Get Frosted
Author and Publisher: Amy Aislin
Cover Artist: Morningstar Ashley
Release Date: November 21, 2023
Genre: Contemporary m/m romance
Tropes: brother’s best friend, Christmas, rivals to lovers
Themes: A story about home and finding the place where you belong.
Heat Rating: 3 flames
Length: 58 000 words
It is a standalone story and does not end on a cliffhanger.
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Blurb
For years, Mik has wanted nothing more than to put coal in Rudy Snow’s stocking.
As former pro hockey players, they’ve been rivals for years. It started in Mik’s rookie season, when a reporter pitted him against his older brother’s best friend. Rudy pushes Mik’s buttons like no one else, going out of his way to one-up him at every turn.
Now they manage pubs in a small town that takes Christmas to a level best seen in Hallmark movies, but not much else has changed. They’re still rivals, this time pitting gingerbread martinis against pomegranate sangria.
But when they’re forced to work together to plan a special holiday party, sparks ignite. Maybe it’s a bad idea to put coal in Rudy’s stocking after all. They both might just catch fire.
Then again, what better way is there to stay warm on a cold winter’s night?
Christmas Falls is a multi-author M/M romance series set in a small town that thrives on enough holiday charm to rival any Hallmark movie.
All books in the Christmas Falls series:
Nov 14: Grinch Kisses by DJ Jamison
Nov 17: Snowbody Loves Me by Jacki James
Nov 21: Get Frosted by Amy Aislin
Nov 28: Silent Knight by Beth Bolden
Dec 1: Under the Mistle-Tome by Sammi Cee
Dec 5: Clausing a Scene by Casey Cox
Dec 8: No Elfing Way by Hayden Hall
Dec 12: Ready, Set, Glow! by Rye Cox
Dec 15: Scrooge You! by Brigham Vaughn
“Here’s a tip. That raffle item at the end of the table is going to be the most popular.”
“The voucher for a free tree from Milton Falls Christmas Tree Farm?”
“No, the . . .” With a confused furrow between his brows that Mik wanted to smooth away with his thumb, Rudy headed to the raffle table. He was back in less than a minute. “The one on the other end. The date with one Mikhail Gilmore, number twelve for Washington.”
Mik blinked. “I’m sorry, what?”
“You didn’t know?”
Since there seemed to be a break in drink orders, Mik abandoned his post behind the bar and made for the raffle table. The raffle items were spaced about a foot apart on a long table that ran underneath the window next to the door. Entry slips and pens were piled at regular intervals, and behind each raffle item was a clear glass jar for the entry slips.
All the way at the end, just like Rudy had said, was a homemade printed voucher that read A date with a former NHL player! Spend the day with Mikhail Gilmore, #12 for Washington. The bowl behind it was three-quarters full.
“What the—” Mik picked up the voucher and stared at it. He and Josh had joked about doing something like this. At least, Mik had thought it was a joke. The only bright side was that there was also a voucher to spend the day with NHL player Josh Gilmore, number thirteen for Pittsburgh.
“I don’t want to spend the day with some random person,” Mik said.
“Don’t you know everyone in this town?”
“Not everyone. Plus, festival season brings in the tourists and folks from neighboring towns. I haven’t recognized everyone who attended today. What if I get stuck with someone who wants to . . . to . . . I don’t know. Get our backs waxed or something?”
Rudy’s lips quirked. “Does your back need to be waxed?”
“That’s not the point.” Setting the voucher back down, Mik growled under his breath and scowled into the jar of entries. “I feel like I’m being sold like a horse at an auction.”
“Miki. Baby.”
Something in Mik’s chest leaped at Rudy’s quietly amused voice saying “baby” like an indulgent partner.
“You’re not being sold. It’s for fun. For whoever wins—and yeah, chances are they’ll be an out-of-towner, seeing as most people here already know you—you’ll probably be making a dream of theirs come true by spending a day with them. And consider this.” Rudy stepped closer to Mik and dipped his mouth to Mik’s ear. “Maybe you’ll pull my name out of the jar and I’ll finally be able to take you on a date.”
What the what?
He was joking. Obviously, he was joking.
Was he joking? After what had happened after practice, Mik didn’t know anything anymore.
Quelling a shiver at Rudy’s proximity, he scoffed. “You could only be so lucky.”
“I would, Miki.” Rudy’s voice turned soft and coaxing, hinting at something underneath that Mik didn’t know how to define. “I really would. Thanks for the whiskey.” He set his empty glass on a nearby table, where it immediately got snatched up by a passing server. “I’ll see you around. Have a good night.”
And he was gone, leaving Mik staring after him, confused and . . . kind of hopeful?
Had Rudy been flirting with him?
Had Mik flirted back?
Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Had the past however-many years of NHL rivalry actually been flirting in disguise?
Holy. Shit.
Amy’s lived with her head in the clouds since she first picked up a book as a child, and being fluent in two languages means she’s read a lot of books! She first picked up a pen on a rainy day in fourth grade when her class had to stay inside for recess. Tales of treasure hunts with her classmates eventually morphed into love stories between men, and she’s been writing ever since. She writes evenings and weekends—or whenever she isn’t at her full-time day job saving the planet at Canada’s largest environmental non-profit.
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