Meeting Mr. Christmas

Releasing: November 15th, 2024

Two best friends. One secret crush. A kiss that changes everything.

There’s never been a time when Noel’s not been in love with his best friend Jed. The problem is, Jed’s straight. Always has been, always will be. Yet, as the festive season descends on Collier’s Creek there’s only one gift Noel craves: for Jed to wake up and realise they are meant to be together. But that’s never going to happen — or not until too many beers and a Christmas movie marathon ends in a steamy make out session.

Jed’s world is turned up side down. He’s straight. He dates girls, not guys. So why does the memory of the taste of Noel’s lips on his send delicious tingles zipping along his spine?

As carols play and stockings are hung, can Jed embrace his newfound feelings? Or will Noel's dreams of love melt away like snow?

Discover the magic of the season in this heartfelt story of friendship, secret desire, and small-town romance.

About the Author

I used to tell my stories to myself. Now I tell them to the world…

In the stories I only ever told myself, boy met boy, best friends became more, and the hero didn’t save the damsel in distress but the hot guy he’d been secretly crushing on. I wanted to read those stories so much. I needed to read them, but I never found them in the library or the bookshop. I accepted they didn’t exist. Or so I thought… until the Christmas when I unwrapped my first e-reader. With a few clicks, life changed forever. I’d found the books, and I’d found my tribe.

It’s fair to say I make my men work hard for their HEAs. Whether they’re featuring in high-heat nail-biting, edge-of-seat romantic suspense, navigating their way through complex and difficult relationships, or are snuggled up together, all sweet and cozy, and soft and fuzzy, in the end, they have to make a stand for their shot at true love.

But there is life outside of MM romance. Allegedly. There’s a husband to feed and spend time with, pubs and cafés to drink in, and cake to eat. I do all these things—and a whole lot more—before I open up my laptop to spend time with men who always feel so, so real to me.

I’m a Londoner born and bred, and although I now live just outside of the big, bad city, the place is hardwired into my DNA and I grab every chance I get to hop on a train so as I can get my regular metropolitan fix.