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Winter Love [MultiFormat]
eBook by Andrew Grey

eBook Category: Gay Fiction/Romance
eBook Description:

A Children of Bacchus Story

Forced by his father to evict a tenant from forestland he wants to sell, Blayne travels through the storm and meets Roeder. Stranded, he stays for the magical night and learns that his new lover isn't at all human -- he's a satyr, and his life is tied to the forest. When Blayne leaves the next day, he's determined to do what he can to save the land? and Roeder's heart.

A novella from the Dreamspinner Press 2008 Advent Calendar package "Christmas Dreams"



eBook Publisher: Dreamspinner Press/Dreamspinner Press, Published: 2008, 2008
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2009


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Chapter 1

Damn, I hate my father! The old bastard had me drive two hours in the mid-December snow to do his dirty work. Over the past few months my father had gotten a taste of his mortality. A mild heart attack left him tired and bedridden for weeks and he'd driven everyone in the house crazy. My father had always been pushy and bossy, even when he was in a good mood, but having him confined to bed was enough for any of us to contemplate smothering him with a pillow. My brother and sister were absolutely going out of their wits trying to cater to my father's every whim. You see, my father had a lot of money, and they wanted to make sure they got their share. I was lucky--well, lucky and hardworking--since I'm the only one with a separate income.

While all three of us had gone to college, my brother Ned had graduated and then moved right back home with his wife Anne to live with my parents. My sister, Christine, wasn't much better. She somehow managed to graduate with a degree in interior design, but she didn't have the ambition and drive needed in order to become a success. They were both basically good people, and if my father hadn't spent most of his time belittling everything they did, they might have made something of themselves. To be honest, I'm not much better, because I too moved back home after college.

This morning my father had summoned me to him through Raymond, his personal assistant. I was sitting at my desk in my bedroom working on a short story. I'd graduated from college with a degree in English two years earlier. At first, I didn't have much luck getting a job, so I spent a lot of time at the gym, and I started reading erotic gay love stories while I was on the treadmill. After reading a number of them, I figured I'd try writing one. I liked the process and enjoyed reading what I'd written, so when I was done, I submitted it to a publisher. They liked it, printed it, and I'd been writing for them ever since. In addition, with help from my publisher, I'd also had short stories published in a couple of magazines. It was a good arrangement, and no one in my family knew I had my own source of income.

I was just getting to the really good part of the story when I heard a soft knock on my door. "Blayne, your father would like to see you in his room." I'd always liked Raymond, and I knew that he'd cleaned up what my father had actually said.

I huffed to myself because I was in the zone and could have easily finished in another hour. "Tell him I'll be right there." Raymond shot a smile at me and I returned it. I knew he was only doing his job.

Pushing back from my desk, I saved and closed the file on my laptop, locked it from prying eyes, then headed out of my room and down the long, paneled hall to my father's office, located next to his bedroom. I knocked and then opened the door. "Raymond said you wanted to see me."

My father was sitting at his desk with a blanket wrapped around his legs. Papers were piled all around him. He'd always been a strong, active man, but since the heart attack he'd looked weak and sort of frail, but his tongue was as sharp as ever.

"Yes, I bloody well did. I want you to take care of something." I said nothing and waited. "Over the last few weeks I've started the process of simplifying my estate. Selling off hard-to-manage properties and liquidating unproductive assets." He sifted through some of the papers on his desk. "Your grandfather bought a parcel of wooded land decades ago. He never did anything with it, the fool." Disliking your father was fast becoming a tradition in my family. "I was approached by a developer a few weeks ago about purchasing the property and I've decided to sell it."

That pronouncement hit me cold. I'd visited the property with Grandpa and we'd hunted and fished there. Those memories were particularly strong and happy, some of the best I have, and I'd always hoped that the land would be part of my inheritance. But I knew arguing with Dad right now would be useless, so I kept quiet.

"I didn't take the developer's offer; it was too low. But there is someone living on the property and I want you," he pointed and wagged his finger at me like a recalcitrant child, "to go up there and evict him. I'll pay to relocate him and get him an apartment."

"Who is it?" I'd never heard about a tenant and I'd never seen one when I had visited with Grandpa.

My father waved his hand in dismissal. "He's some old man that your grandfather let live on the property years ago. He shouldn't be any trouble. He hasn't paid rent in years. I've already called the sheriff and told him what's going on. He'll help you get rid of him if you need it."

"When do you want me to leave?" I looked outside and saw that it was already starting to snow, and I didn't relish heading farther north.

"I want this taken care of right away. The sooner he's gone, the sooner I can sell the property, and the sooner I can get this over with." That was my father to a tee. If he got something in his mind, he'd take care of it right away; otherwise, it could languish for years completely ignored. He turned in his chair, his once bright eyes now dull and gray. "Leave today, and get it taken care of." He turned back to his papers and I was dismissed.

I walked back to my room, swearing softly under my breath. I actually had work to do. Still grumbling to myself, I packed some warm clothes into a suitcase, grabbed my winter coat, packed my laptop and notes, and started down the hall. I passed Christine as I was going down the stairs heading to the front door.

"Where are you going in weather like this?"

"I have to run an errand up north for Dad. I'll be gone a few days." My face didn't hide the fact that I didn't want to go.

"In weather like this? You should wait to leave until tomorrow." Christine was always very practical and probably had the most common sense of any of us.

I jerked my head toward the stairs and smirked. "Our father's in a hurry and told me to leave right away." I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "I'll be careful." I really loved Christine; she was the most cheerful of all of us and she made life with my father bearable.

I knew she'd worry, so I promised to call her when I arrived, then headed out the door to my car. Unlike Ned and Christine, I drove a nice car, rather than an expensive, fancy model. My father had told me he'd buy me a car when I graduated from college. I'd told him I'd like to pick it out myself, so he wrote me a check. I bought a good, inexpensive, safe car and banked the rest of the money. I'd seen what complete dependency on my father had done to Ned and Christine and I wanted no part of it. So for years I'd returned many of the expensive but needless gifts I'd received from my father, picked out by his personal assistants, and banked the cash.

I unlocked my car, threw my things in the backseat, started the engine, and pulled out of the circular driveway onto our quiet, secluded street on my way to the highway heading north.

An hour later, the snow was still falling steadily as I continued driving. It was only mid-afternoon and, with any luck, I could make it to the property while it was still light, deliver my message, get a hotel room for the night, and head home in the morning.

I usually love to drive, but I was not enjoying this ride, and the more I thought about the task my father had set for me, the more I hated doing his dirty work. Evicting an old man from the home he'd known for years did not sit well with me. Jesus, Dad, how can you be so heartless? I already knew my father's answer: "Money has no heart." And let's face it, money was what my father cared about most. Well, money and the power it gave him.

As I continued driving, the snow grew steadily heavier and heavier. By the time I'd turned off the highway, it was a near whiteout, but at least the wind wasn't blowing. It took me another half-hour to reach the property. A road ran around two sides of the acreage and I looked carefully to see where the tenant might live. After driving slowly along the road for ten or fifteen minutes, I thought I saw tracks, partially covered, heading off into the woods. I pulled off the road and the car immediately sank to the axles in snow. Great. Just what I wanted to do: dig the car out of a snowdrift. Luckily I had a shovel in the trunk. I pulled out my cell phone to see if I had service. Just barely. Thank god. I could call a tow truck.

I decided to get the unpleasant job over first, so I pulled on my warm clothes, opened the door, and stepped out of the car into knee-deep snow. The trees were iced in white, their bare branches black on the bottom with snow clinging to the tops. There was no human noise, just the sounds of the air and the trees as they creaked under their burden. It was a pristinely beautiful sight: the snow, the bare branches, the occasional green of the pines. I shut the car door and followed the tracks into the woods. Under the trees the snow wasn't as deep and it was easier to walk. The tracks were clearly visible and I followed them for about ten minutes. Finally, as dusk was starting to settle in, I saw light coming from what looked like a small window. Thanking my lucky stars, I trudged toward the source of the light.

As I got closer, I saw what looked like a small cabin. Warm light spilled from the windows and smoke rose from the chimney. I trudged forward and arrived at the door. I knocked and heard movement inside. A minute later the door opened a little and a face appeared in the gap.

"What do you want?" The voice was mellow, rich, tinged with a little fear.

"My car is stuck in the snow." I decided not to conduct the business I needed to in the freezing cold.

The door opened the rest of the way and I gaped into the eyes and face of a beautiful young man about my same age. I was expecting an old man, and instead my father's tenant looked no older than me. How could that be? My father had specifically said that the tenant had lived here for years.

"Well, shake off the snow and come inside." I stomped the snow off my clothes and boots before stepping just inside the door. He closed the door quickly and turned to face me. "Where is your car?"

"Just off the main road. I followed tracks in the snow to your cabin." I looked around the small space. It was rustic but clean, furnished with basic homemade furniture.

"Take off your coat and boots." I did as he instructed. "You can go stand by the fire to get warm. I'll make you a pot of coffee." His voice sounded almost musical.

"Thank you." I didn't know what else to say. I stepped toward the fire, its warmth thawing me from the outside in, and I took the opportunity to look around the small space. There was a chair by the fireplace, a lamp next to the chair, a small dining table next to the tiny kitchen area, and in one corner a bed with a homemade quilt.

I heard him work in the kitchen, and a few minutes later he brought me a cup of steaming coffee. I held the mug in my hand, letting its warmth sink into my skin. "Thank you so much." I smiled at him and he looked at me warily. I drank the coffee, standing near the fire, and finally started to feel warm again.

He kept watching me. "What were you doing out on the road in a snowstorm?"

His gaze was almost searing, and I knew the best course of action was to tell the truth. "My father's dirty work." I tried to keep my expression bland but I doubt I was successful.

His eyes narrowed. "What sort of dirty work?"

I really hated to do this and I felt my stomach tighten. "My father sent me here to tell you that he's selling the property and that you need to find another place to live."


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