Book Title: A Gift-Wrapped Holiday
Author and Publisher: Amy
Cover Artist: LC
Release Date: November 22,
Genre: Contemporary M/M romance
Tropes: single dad, age gap (10 years), small town, found
Heat Rating: 3 flames
Length: 69 000 words / 272
It is a standalone story and
does not end on a cliffhanger.
Mal’s first priority is giving his six-year-old son the best
Christmas ever, a goal made trickier by a recent move to New England after losing his job. As
a single dad, he’s not looking for romance—especially not with a blond California boy ten
years his junior.
After being ridiculed at the family business, Luca
sets out to prove himself by opening an eco-friendly gift-wrapping store in a small town with
a hard-on for Christmas that’s about as far from LA as he can get. Out of his comfort zone in
snowy Maine, love is the last thing on his mind.
But the magic of the season has other ideas. As Mal
and Luca collide on wintery streets, will they let their first Christmas in Lighthouse Bay lead
to happily ever after?
Content warning: stillbirth. Although it took place off-page and in the past, it is
Mal slowed at the bottom of a driveway and nodded at the
house. “This is me.”
“I was wondering who lived here,” Luca said, taking in the
house’s boxy structure.
“Why? Because it’s hideous?”
That startled a laugh out of Luca. “Well . . . yes. It doesn’t
match the rest of the houses.” The area just west of Christmas Lane housed Lighthouse Bay’s
historic homes, but this modern construction was decidedly not historic. Luca had passed it a
couple of times on his evening gift deliveries and wondered what the owner had been
thinking. “Why’d you buy it if you don’t like it?”
“I’m not. I’m leasing.”
Even so, Mal had gone all out with the decorations. Icicle
lights hanging from the roof, flashing multicolored lights framed around each window, static
white lights around a nine-foot-tall pine tree, and a lit-up reindeer family. He even had some
sort of spotlights buried somewhere in the yard that swirled red and green snowflakes on
the house in an unidentifiable pattern.
“Which is probably another reason I haven’t unpacked,”
Mal continued. “I hate this place.”
“Why lease it, then?”
Mal blew out a breath that ghosted the air in front of him.
“The short version is that I was in a rush.”
“And the long version?”
“The long version is something I’ll have to give you another
Luca glanced at Otis. “I think he’s asleep.”
“Bet he gets a second wind as soon as I walk in the door.”
Mal’s voice was a disgruntled grumble that Luca shouldn’t have found as charming as he did.
“Thanks for walking us home.”
“Thanks for letting me. I like talking to you.”
Mal’s smile went lopsided. “I like talking to you too. Still
want to do it again sometime? I promise not to feed you ice cream while it’s below freezing
outside. Real food only. Scout’s honor.”
Luca’s armpits went damp despite the winter weather, and
butterflies took flight in his belly. He dug his toe into the sidewalk. “You must really want to
date me if you’ve asked me out twice in one week.”
“Or I just want an adult to talk to for once,” Mal said, a
teasing tilt to his smile.
Luca stuck his tongue in his cheek and backed down the
driveway, keeping his gaze on Mal’s. “Or maybe you like me.”
“Damn. And here I thought I wasn’t being obvious
The butterflies floated into Luca’s throat. “Text me?”
“I will.” The darkness enveloped Mal as he moved away
from the sidewalk and into the shadow of the house, but Luca could still see the quirk to his
lips. “Good night, Luca.”
Luca watched Mal and Otis head inside, waved at Mal
through the glass-fronted door, then turned toward his own home only a couple blocks
away, an extra bounce to his steps.
About the Author
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.
An unapologetic introvert,
Amy reads too much and socializes too little, with no regrets. She loves connecting with
readers. Join her Facebook Group to stay up-to-date on upcoming releases and for access to
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