Rocky Mountain Christmas (eBook)

198 pages | eBook | 6x9"
Date of publication: 12/19/2014
  • ISBN: 978-1-941984-19-2
  • Model: 41781 words

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Heat Rating: 3 Flames


If you like Christmas stories with lots of ice, snow, and wonderful descriptions of a wintery mountainscape, if you enjoy reading about two men who think they're all about the physical only to discover how much their emotions got involved before they even realized it, and if you're looking for a read with just a touch of "magical enhancements", then you will probably like this novella.

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Ranger Cooper Heywood is on duty at Rocky Mountain National Park during Christmas. Alejandro Velez is an accomplished photographer. What Alejandro didn't plan on is the instant desire he feels for Cooper...and what is that odd golden shimmer?

Ranger Cooper Heywood is on duty at the Rocky Mountain National Park during Christmas. It's not a busy time of year, but there are some people he has to watch over, including a photographer. In his experience photographers are a problem, but Cooper finds himself attracted to the handsome Latino who sets his blood on fire.

Alejandro Velez is an accomplished photographer with several coffee table books to his credit. He's there to photograph the wintry landscape for his newest book. What he didn't plan on is the instant desire he feels for Cooper...who he always sees surrounded by an odd, golden shimmer. Alejandro doesn't know what it means, but something tells him he's going to find out.

CONTENT ADVISORY: This is a re-release title.




The ranger station in Rocky Mountain National Park was well lit and warm; the smells of spruce from the Christmas tree in the corner and fresh coffee from the sta-tion's kitchen filled the air.

Cooper Heywood, a steaming mug in his hand, looked over Mark Waller's shoulder as the man pointed to a map on the wall where a series of stick pins had been placed to show the location of the winter campers. A group of seven skiers was identified with a blue pin; a trio of snowboarders had their camp indicated with a yellow pin. The green pin marked the base camp of a group of eight hikers. A pink pin identified the location of a quartet of lady skiers while the last pin, a bright red one, displayed the location of their last winter guest: a solitary photographer. Being alone in the rugged wilderness lands of the park wasn't safe even in the summer, but some people didn't lis-ten to advice. This guy was probably one of those; they knew it all until they got in trouble. Then they wound up hurt, lost, and crying for someone to come rescue them from their own stupidity.

That job typically fell to him. He never got lost, never failed to find whoever had gotten themselves into trouble, even when his other coworkers couldn't manage the task. They said he had amazing luck. He knew it was a lot more than mere luck, not that he'd admit it to the other rangers. There were some things they didn't need to know and his ability to find hurt and lost people--along with be-ing gay--were secrets he kept to himself.

Cooper Heywood shook off his musings and frowned at his boss. "Let me guess, he's not from Colorado, so he doesn't know how fast the weather can change in the Rockies, right?"

His boss, an older man with over thirty years as a park ranger, nodded. "That's right, Cooper. He said he has a weather alert radio, so he shouldn't get into any trouble. My understanding is he'll be here until he gets all the photos he needs. So you've got him and the other groups to check up on. It's all pretty routine."

Cooper's frown deepened. "But a photographer? At this time of year?" He and the other rangers had a bad ex-perience with a photographer who'd shown up during the fall two years ago. The man had arrived with an entourage of people including a bunch of needy models who'd been nothing but trouble. They'd come to the park to do a fashion shoot. As if that weren't bad enough, they'd decided to stage several of their shoots well off the easy paths in the deeper part of the forest. They'd gotten lost twice; one of the models had broken his leg and had to be airlifted out. To make matters worse their totally unsecured camp--where they'd left food out everywhere--had been ravaged by a hungry young black bear. The thought of another bunch like that--or even a guy like the clueless photographer who'd led the group--made Cooper's head ache. He pinched the bridge of his nose and thought a silent prayer to whatever divine powers might be listening that the photographer wouldn't be a total pain in the ass.

"I'd guess he's taking pictures of the park. That's what he said he'd be doing when he applied for his back country permit."

Cooper sighed and took a sip of his steaming coffee. "During the winter? I hope he's prepared for the bitter cold of the Rockies. I don't want a call from this guy in the mid-dle of the night telling me he's freezing to death. For that matter, I don't want to not get a call because he couldn't get a cell signal and freezes to death before I even know he's in trouble." Though it's not like that's going to happen. I'll know he's in trouble probably before the guy realizes it, thanks to that little whispering voice at the back of my head that always tells me when something's about to go wrong.

"I discussed it with him. The photographer seemed well prepared from what I could tell. He's got a lot of gear with him at any rate," Mark commented. "Seriously, Cooper, I don't think he's going to be nearly as much trouble as that pack of dimwits we had here two years ago."

"We can hope," Cooper replied, still unconvinced the photographer wasn't going to be a rolling disaster. Peo-ple who weren't used to the unpredictable weather of the Rockies often wound up in serious trouble in the summer and more so in winter when temperatures could dip well below zero in a matter of moments.

"You know the routine. Get them out fast if the Na-tional Weather Service issues a weather alert of any kind. Most of the folks here right now are Colorado residents, so they're probably well aware of the dangers. But that pho-tographer's from Florida. If anyone winds up needing to be warned it will probably be him," Mark informed as he shrugged into his coat and headed for the door.

"That figures," Cooper remarked sourly, watching Mark as he reached for the door, then paused.


About Jess Buffett- COVER ARTIST:
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Jess Buffett was born and raised in New South Wales, Australia. She is a mum of two, married to her high school sweetheart.

Jess is a hopeless romantic who is a huge fan of M/M and M/F romance with a happy ending--anything with hunky men in all their glory, whether they be Shifters, Vampires, Cowboys, or the boy next door.

A caffeine addict who shamefully can't make a decent cup of coffee to save her life, Jess believes in soul mates, happily ever afters, and in love at first sight, but that sometimes people need a second or a third for the brain to catch up.

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Michael Barnette has been writing tales of manlove since the late 90s. Fleeing from the tropic heat of South Beach and Miami, Florida, Michael has steadily migrated farther and farther west and now writes within sight of the Flat Iron Mountains of Colorado. Readers can reach Michael via email at:



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