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Book Title: Ginger Snapping All the Way
Author: Gabbi
Grey
Publisher:
Self-Published
Narrator: Michael
Dean
Release Date: November 15,
2021
Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance
Tropes: Hurt/comfort,
lumberjack/nurse, grumpy/sunshine, forced proximity
Themes: Redemption, forgiveness
Heat Rating: 4
flames
Length: 8 hours and 8
minutes
It is a standalone story and
does not end on a cliffhanger.
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Blurb
Maddox
I’m not a fan of Christmas. I’m happy to stay up in my
mountain cabin and let the silly season pass me by. But when a friend asks for a favor, I
can’t say no. Now I’m stuck in my cabin during a snowstorm, trapped with the most
beautiful man I’ve ever met—who can’t wait to get away. He just might break my heart
when he goes.
Ravi
I’m racing to get home for the birth of my goddaughter
when mechanical troubles force my plane’s emergency landing. There are no beds at the inn
due to a horrendous storm, but a friend says she knows a guy who won’t mind putting me
up until the bad weather passes. Now I’m trapped with that man, and I must decide if I stay,
hiding from the rest of the world, or go and face my past to earn a shot at my happily ever
after.
This is a 72k word, hurt/comfort, lumberjack/nurse,
grumpy/sunshine, forced proximity MM romance novel with a moderate amount of
angst.
Excerpt
All of a sudden, the mechanical whirr of a window
descending sounded through the cabin, and within moments, a blast of cold air hit my
neck.
“Jesus, Sofia.”
I glanced in the side mirror, and damned if the dog didn’t
have her head stuck out the window. She must’ve climbed over my bag and, apparently,
knew how to lower the window.
Impressive.
“I’m rolling up the window.”
More whirring, and an indignant yip.
I didn’t speak dog, but I knew pissed when I heard
it.
“I don’t care.” Maddox gripped the steering wheel so
tightly his knuckles were white.
Another yip.
“Okay. One French fry. But that’s all you’re getting. Zephyra
said no more treats.”
I hesitated. None of my business, but I couldn’t help myself.
“Uh, if you don’t mind me asking, who is Zephyra?” I probably didn’t need to know, but this
was the first conversation in about fifteen minutes, and even if I was interrupting
dog/human communication, I wanted in on the discussion.
“Dr. Zephyra Dixon is Sophia’s veterinarian. Her clinic is
across from the A&W, and she might have spotted me giving Sophia a
French fry.”
Two quick successive yaps.
Ah, now the truth was coming out.
Sofia placed her front paws on the center console by my
elbow and nuzzled my ear again.
“Holy crap, dog, you’re all wet.” And cold.
“Hence the reason I don’t want her rolling down the
window. Doesn’t have the sense God gave her.”
I glanced over my shoulder to find a grinning pup. Oh, she
was mighty pleased with herself.
“At least she’s strapped in.” I’d noticed that. Some kind of
harness system. She could go back and forth between the two back windows and come up
to the front console, but was clearly secured.
“There’s a reason for that.”
I waited, but no further elucidation came. “Care to
share?”
A grunt. “Not long after I got her, we were driving home
from town. When I arrived at my place, the back seat was empty.” He shot a quick glare at
the dog who didn’t appear the least bit cowed. “She won’t tell me if she slipped or jumped,
but she’d gone out the window when I’d slowed down to make a left. Took me two hours of
walking the back roads. Finally, someone stopped and told me where they’d seen her. Little
shit.” That last bit was muttered, but clearly audible.
I turned to face Sofia. “That must have been
traumatizing.”
A snort. “Little dear was lapping up the luxury in someone’s
backyard, sunning herself after a dip in the kiddie pool. Damn lucky no one shot
her.”
“Shot her?” I pressed a hand to my chest.
“Plenty of my neighbors have guns. Wouldn’t be legal, but
that wouldn’t stop some of them. She lucked out.”
I tweaked her nose. “Did you hurt yourself?”
A snicker. “She was just fine. Shaved a couple of years off
my life, but she was no worse for wear.”
Ah, so he did have a heart.
For his dog, at least.
About the Author
Gabbi lives in beautiful British
Columbia where her fur baby chin-poo keeps her safe from the nasty neighborhood
squirrels. Working for the government by day, she spends her early mornings writing
contemporary, gay, sweet, and dark erotic BDSM romances. While she firmly believes in
happy endings, she also believes in making her characters suffer before finding their true
love. She also writes m/f romances as Gabbi Black.
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