A single dad. A flirty manny. A crafty kid. Do they stand a snowball’s chance in hell of a merry and bright future together?
It was literally the biggest d*ck I’d ever seen in person, and I started to question if my ass could handle it. But I didn’t quit drinking Diet Coke like I said I was going to last year and I wasn’t about to quit now either. After all, ten inches was a rare commodity these days.
It was supposed to be a one and done experience, so I was shocked when our paths crossed again - out of the bedroom.
I can’t remember the last time I felt a pull this strong, but I’d never dated a client before. Maybe this one’s too good to pass up?
Being a single dad pretty much meant I had to schedule NSFW time and rely on a babysitter. It’s all part of my exciting life in finance with the now-added bonus of after-school hockey practices.
After my company rewarded me with a trip to Hawaii, I was on the hunt for a new kid-watcher. Based on my neighbor's recommendation, I'm introduced to Gareth - the last person I expected to see.
But the human mind is a funny thing because I don't see that as a problem. And neither does my c*ck.
Snowballing is a gay, rom-com, age gap, holiday novella with enough spice to season a whole gingerbread village. It features a dash of forced proximity, a blitzen of kink, a comet of forbidden romance, and of course, Finn’s fetish for jockstraps. There is snow in the book, but most of the white stuff contained herein isn’t cold and it isn’t falling from the sky in flake form. Snowballing is the first book in the Snow Dates series - an annual, kink-positive, holiday series about men falling in love with other men.