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Book Title: Blessings
and Miracles (Full Circle Christmas Edition)

Author: H.M.


Cover Artist: A.M.

Release Date: December 9,

Genre: Contemporary M/M Romance

Tropes: Second chance, found family, insta-love

Themes: Christmas wedding, family reunion, supportive family, Christmas
party, marital bliss

Heat Rating: 4 flames

Length: 56 000

It is not a standalone story,
but does not end on a cliffhanger.


Buy Links – Available in Kindle

Amazon US | Amazon UK

It is that time of the
year again…


It is that time of the year again…

With her niece Willa and her nephews’ Sebastian
and Fabian’s life partner Vincent and husband Lance as trusted kitchen helpers, Zoe Stark
throws another epic Christmas party at the family mansion near Hartford, Connecticut. All
the members of the Stark and Bloom clans are going to be present, and there are a lot of
achievements and happy events to celebrate.

Zane Parsons, a young widower, drives all the way
to Orlando, Florida, to Connecticut, to honor the promise he made his grandmother on her
deathbed. He is torn between hoping for a new life for him and his only child and the fear of
being rejected. Zane strongly believes in Christmas miracles, but will he experience one,

After being separated from the only man he ever
loved for more than thirty years, Rhett Randall gathers his courage and drives to his
ex-husband family’s mansion to talk to him for what could be the last time. It could be a
total disaster, but it could also be one of those magic moments associated with

The Christmas carols mix with the pitty-pat sound
of little children’s feet and their happy giggles in this gay romance novel about blessings,
miracles and the power of love in its many forms


“We won’t be ready on time,” Zoe Stark lamented in the middle of the Connecticut
mansion’s spacious kitchen. “All my nephews and nieces coming to visit me will starve on
Christmas Day because the deli’s delivery service takes forever,” she continued in a
desperate tone.

“Nana Zoe, calm down, please, everything will be all right,” Ava, the woman’s
granddaughter, spoke in a soft but confident voice. “If the deli fails to deliver the order, we
have Dunstan, Leon, and the others who can take care of the problem in the blink of an eye.

“Yes, Nana, listen to my wise little sister and try to relax a bit. All this agitation won’t do any
good for your blood pressure. On the contrary,” Rayne intervened, taking his grandmother’s
hands between his own.

“How can you be so calm, child? Your son comes home after spending a year abroad, he’s
going to ask Claran to marry him, and you are telling me to relax? What will Gerrard think
about his Nana when he and his fiancé sit at an empty table on Christmas Day?” Zoe shook
her head, sighing dramatically.

“Nana, I don’t think Gerrard and Claran will get engaged this Christmas,” Rayne calmly
spoke. “I know my son, and he would have told me had he intended to propose to his
boyfriend. We don’t keep anything secret from each other,” the man said in a confident

Zoe let out another sigh, suddenly saddened. “And I was thinking that… Anyway,” the
woman continued in a livelier voice, “engagement party or not, there is still the problem of
the Christmas dinner. The menu I chose for this year is very special to me, but, in the
absence of the meats and ingredients…”

“Auntie, everything is fine,” Willa, Zoe’s niece, who just ended the phone call she was
engaged in, said “I talked to the people at the deli store, and the delivery truck is on its way.
With all the ice on the road, they had to slow down a bit and…”

“Enough talking. Let’s get to work.” Zoe clapped her hands, bouncing back to her usual
organized and commanding self. “Where is Lance when you need him the most?”

“He’s in the dining room with Vincent and Joraan waiting for you to tell them what to do,”
Willa answered, amused by her aunt’s sudden change of attitude.

“Call them. I have work for them until the delivery truck arrives. Young man, what are you
doing in my kitchen? I don’t remember me taking over your office at the Van der Meerwe
Institute, so please, go away and let me do what I know best.” Zoe shooed Rayne with a
gesture of her hand.

“Yeah, sure, no one orders the others around like you do,” Alastair’s second-born muttered
under his breath as he left the kitchen.

Rayne headed to the mini-apartment he and his three life partners occupied in the other
wing of the mansion, plopping on the four-post, king-size bed. Seymour and Sagan, two of
his lovers, were helping Ardan with the Christmas party for The Base’s residents, while
Doctor Ross Brentano-Tavernier, the third man in Rayne’s life, was giving the last instructions
to the volunteers working on the sanctuary’s clinic.

Rowena. So, this was her older brother Willard who loved her and her twin sister very much
but couldn’t see them as often as he wanted. Kane mentally facepalmed himself for not
figuring things out earlier. The poor redhead must have been involved with some asshole
who controlled his life and, most likely, abused him in the worst of ways.

“Well, most likely Uncle Alastair gave them a map with the best hiding places,” Sebastian
tried a joke in an attempt to make the atmosphere less tense.

“It’s a possibility I never considered,” Willard replied, his voice a bit livelier than earlier. “I
have nothing against the girls playing all day long, but, when great-uncle Alastair and
Mallory are away, Morwena and Rowena are my responsibility, and I wouldn’t want to lose
their trust.”

“Older brother, you couldn’t find me! I won again!” Rowena hugged Willard, looking up at
him and giggling happily. “I’m the champion, yay!” She did a little victory dance.

“Yes you are, indeed. But don’t forget about your good manners,” Willard said in a soft
voice. “We have guests.” He discreetly gestured to Ian, Warrick, and Kane who were about
to climb the stairs to the main entrance with Sebastian and Vincent as guides.

“Hi, Ian, I’m so happy Warrick brought you with him. The girls’ team needs a big, strong man
like you to help us build a taller snowman.” Rowena cutely grinned. “Your friend Kane is a
gentleman. He let me hide in your car and didn’t rat me out to brother Willard.”

“And voilá!” Ian exclaimed, making great efforts not to burst into a wild fit of laughter. “The
explanation of your mysterious absence from earlier. A couple more clever maneuvers like
this one, and you’ll be in the top position for the kiddies’ preferences.”

“My older brother Fabian won’t be happy about it, and neither will Ardan.” Sebastian
grinned. “Trust me, kid, if you managed to be in Princess Rowena’s good graces in such a
short time, all the others will be at your feet in no time.”

“Run, it’s a trap.” Willard feigned panic. “The shorties will pretend to worship you, but
before you know it, they’ll turn you into their slave. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about,
been there, done that.” Adoration, affection, and warmth mixing in his emerald-green eyes,
Willard picked Rowena up and kissed her on both cheeks. “But you can’t stop loving them.”

“Let’s get inside. You young folks are not affected by this bitter cold, I see, but my old bones
are freezing.” Vincent shivered dramatically, making Warrick, Ian, and even Sebastian smirk.

“Go ahead. I think I’ll stay for a while longer,” Kane said, looking at Willard from the corner
of his eye. “I want to get to know the rest of the…um…shorties,” he continued, blushing a
light shade of pink.

“As you wish, but I wouldn’t advise you to go there unprepared. Listen to Willard; he’s an
invaluable source of advice on how to avoid the kiddies’ traps.” Ian benevolently smiled,
disappearing into the mansion.

“I’m sure I have a lot to learn from him”—Kane offered the redhead a shy smile—“if he
wants to share, that is. I don’t want to become an inconvenience,” he added in a hesitant

“Brother Willard is alone and sad,” Rowena suddenly spoke in a small voice. “Don’t you want
to be his boyfriend? He’s always good, but Santa never has any presents for him.” She
wrapped her arms around the redhead’s neck.

“Rowena Stark, that was…this is not how things go.” Willard hugged the little girl, then put
her down. ”It’s…it takes time and…relationships are complicated. You’ll understand this
when you grow up.”

“I just remembered I have important things to do.” Rowena ignored the redhead, grinning
cutely. “I’ll leave the two of you to talk.”

“I apologize for my little sister’s behavior. This is not her usual self, she’s…I guess it’s my
fault.” Willard lowered his head.

“I love children very much,” Kane gently spoke, “and I saw you do, too. I’m sure we have
other things in common, as well, and I’m looking forward to discovering them.”

There must have been something in the air that morning that affected people, making them
act differently than usual. From an impulse he couldn’t explain, Kane touched Willard’s hand
with the tips of his fingers, then took it in his. The redhead stared down but didn’t shy away
from the touch, the deep intimacy of the skin-on-skin contact making his heart beat a little

Kane could sense that Willard Stark had a lot of wounds that went deep down into his soul,
and he kept many painful secrets to himself. However, the redhead was a special man, and
Kane was willing to wait for as long as it would take for Willard to open up to him. Maybe
the two of them were brought together for a reason. Maybe the Christmas magic really
existed. Kane smiled at the thought.

About the Author

H.M. lives with the coolest
Mom in the Universe and a fat, gay, submissive tomcat. She loves writing stories about boys
and men who love, cherish, respect and protect other boys and men.

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