Title: A Recipe for Love
Series: Surviving Vihaan, Book 0.5 (Prequel)
Author: Elaine White
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: 01/30/2024
Heat Level: 1 – No Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 39500
Genre: Paranormal, fated mates, forty-something MCs, bisexual MC, found family, shifter, blended family, chef, physician
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Description
When Dr Waylan Robell left Vihaan, he did so on the understanding that he was leaving for the right reasons, and he could never go back. He’s never regretted his life in Dnara, but it can be lonely. Taking care of the Vihaans of Dnara should be enough…it has to be enough…but he longs for someone to share his life with.
Channon Taford has run the “A Taste of Home” food truck for nearly twenty years. He left Vihaan knowing the risks, the cost, and the burden it would lay upon his shoulders, but he did it for the sake of the people he loved most. In his early forties, he thought he was past the age of wishing for more.
Finding comfort in their shared heritage and experiences of life, Waylan and Channon have been drawn together for nearly a year. Now, their friendship is starting to feel like it could be more…until Channon discovers Waylan’s life is more complicated than he thought and there might not be room for Channon.
Can Waylan trust Channon’s offered hand, and everything it could represent: a chance, a future, a connection?
A Recipe for Love
Elaine White © 2024
All Rights Reserved
“You work too much,” Channon added to the morning’s criticism. Waylan raised an eyebrow, mentally chanting pot, kettle, black. Channon huffed and leaned his forearms on the counter. “Your assistant brought in a full van this morning.”
Waylan’s spirits deflated but it was hardly a surprise after the harsh winter, that started mid-September last year and showed no signs of easing. If they were lucky, winter might end before April to give a week or two of spring before jumping into a scorching summer. Then again, he’d never known the east coast of Scotland’s weather to be predictable. Maybe the snow would last into April, like last year.
Waylan used his breakfast as an excuse not to comment. He was starving, cold, and Channon looked far too attractive to risk speaking. Channon was tall with biceps that could crush walnuts, and his long, dark-blond hair in a low ponytail always tempted him to set the strands loose.
All his life, Waylan was of medium height, a wiry build and lacking anything even remotely described as muscle. All his working muscles were in his brain, but Channon was a walking fitness advertisement. The truck and the occasional run or hike in the forest were Channon’s chosen workouts, and Waylan would have given anything to feel the results.
Which was why he kept his hands on his roll and chewed forty times before swallowing. He was not allowed to touch Channon. It was a miracle the man even spoke to him, and he wouldn’t risk alienating him with unwanted attention.
Besides, Waylan had indulged in his soft spot for older, muscled men before, and it never ended well. Keeping Channon’s friendship was a priority and admitting his true feelings would only complicate their lives.
Swallowing his second bite, the weight of Channon’s glare made him unable to stay silent. “I can’t turn anyone away,” he replied, sure Channon would understand. The man was a walking bleeding heart who donated to multiple charities and gave his time and food freely to homeless shelters.
Channon pushed off the counter. “I understand. Wait there.” He turned away as Waylan was about to pay for his breakfast. Unwilling to leave without paying, he took another bite of the heavenly roll. Channon returned to hand him a bag with a stern glare that said he’d better take the offering or lose a finger.
Waylan accepted the bag and peeked inside, confused by the three wrapped packages that looked like the sandwich he usually ordered at lunch, two bottles of water and a box of Channon’s famed noodles. “What’s this?”
“Lunch. You do the Mother’s work and need to eat more. Don’t argue or I’ll charge you,” Channon threatened though Waylan was happy to pay.
“You’re a gift from the Mother.” Waylan accepted the gift in the spirit it was given. Though Channon grumbled and frowned, shutting the hatch in a silent warning to shut up and leave, one day Waylan would find a way to thank Channon for his friendship and kindness.
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Elaine White is the author of multi-genre MM romance, celebrating ‘love is love’ and offering diversity in both genre and character within her stories.
Growing up in a small town and fighting cancer in her early teens taught her that life is short and dreams should be pursued. She lives vicariously through her independent, and often hellion characters, exploring all possibilities within the romantic universe.
The Winner of two Watty Awards – Collector’s Dream (An Unpredictable Life) and Hidden Gem (Faithfully) – and an Honourable Mention in 2016’s Rainbow Awards (A Royal Craving) Elaine is a self-professed geek, reading addict, and a romantic at heart.
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