Welcome to the “Christmas in July” Giveaway Hop
July 22nd to 31st
Oliver is hurt, cold, and alone. Derek is a surprise for him from God Himself.
But, will Oliver believe it?
He froze. The voice behind his back sounded clipped, but not without a tinge of fear. He raised his hands a little to show—
“I said don't move!”
“Look. I just want to turn around, okay? I don't have a gun or anything with me.”
It took a beat before the voice spoke again.
He moved around slowly until he faced the voice's owner, stared at the face not too far from his own, and offered a silent “Thank You” to the supervisor who sent him here—or rather, flown him, slid him through the chimney, and literally dumped him into this man's fireplace—the man who stood before him was fucking gorgeous, and sweet like no rainbow colored lollipops or bubbly melting chocolate he’d ever tasted.
He thanked his boss again, hushed, as his eyes roamed over the Adonis’ bare chest—he knew it was improper but what the heck. His eyes took in the freckled skin, resting briefly at the dismaying sight of a sling across the broad shoulder supporting a broken arm. That was when it registered on him that the man in front of him was a wreck: besides the arm sling, the poor guy’s other hand holding a gun pointed at him shook visibly, and his ankle was bandaged, too, but thankfully not in plaster. Once the brief once-over was over, the brazen intruder let his gaze trail back up to his involuntary host’s face and found a pair of lush lips pressed together into a thin line.
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About the Author:
Iyana lives in Jakarta, a city famous for its traffic jams, a lot of cars and motorcycles, and people selling stuff on the roads. You can spend two hours on the road going to a place you can reach in half an hour in a normal situation. Thanks to the traffic jams, though, Iyana can come up with a lot of stories, mostly shorties, as she prefers to spend the time during her trips writing into her cell phone rather than sleeping.
Another thing Iyana loves is kitties. Right now she has five of them. Their names are Larva, Nyil, Cil, Mermood, and Horus. When she doesn’t write, she plays with them, or they would play with her when she writes.