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Elias

by Amy Aislin

Do something new today.

Why he looks at his horoscope every day, Elias Hood doesn’t know. It’s all garbage, and no nickel fortune ever helped him climb all the way up the corporate ladder. He’s about to make Vice President. Rocking the boat with “something new” is the last thing on his mind.

But there’s this guy.

Ty Green can make friends with a tree and Elias can’t help falling for his easy-going vibe and his perfect smile. He’s a fellow Capricorn, like Elias, but that’s as far as their similarities go. Ty works to live—he doesn’t live to work. When Elias takes his horoscope’s advice and asks Ty out, both men are in for a shock. But as Elias’s walls start to come down, they might just realize that they have more in common than they think. In fact, they might even want the exact same thing.

Who knows? Maybe horoscopes aren’t just trash after all.

[Elias was originally published as Picture Winter in 2017. This second edition has a brand new title and cover, but no new content.]

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Excerpt:

Two hours later, they hit first a chain grocery store in Guelph—Ty didn’t even have milk to go with his one cereal box—then a small cafe where they had a late brunch.

“Did you know a banana is actually a berry?” Ty asked.

Elias looked at him, wondering what brought on that particular point of conversation.

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“Says so right here.” Ty slid his paper placemat—full of random food facts and pictures—closer to Elias. Elias’s placemat had a fill-in-the-dots drawing, a tiny crossword, a word scrambler, a maze, and a spot-the-difference challenge. Clearly the universe was playing a cosmic joke. He’d ended up with the children’s placemat irrespective of the eighteen-year-old lookalike sitting across from him.

“So, it’s really a bananaberry?” Elias asked.

For some reason Ty thought that was hilarious. After dropping the groceries off at Ty’s, they headed to the Starkey Hill Interpretive Trail for some snowshoeing. Of course it took Ty all of five seconds to find his snowshoes and poles, and yet the lube and condoms were still MIA.

But that was fine. They'd stocked up at the store.

Elias brought his camera. It went everywhere with him anyway, but he’d been an idiot yesterday, leaving it in his car all day and then overnight in the cold. He was damn lucky it had turned on this morning.

Landscape and wildlife photography were his passions, but he found himself distracted today by Ty’s perfect face. Even in his ugly, poofy snowman coat he looked good enough to pounce on. He looked like a graceful angel on his snowshoes. By contrast Elias felt like an unbalanced bear. He kept forgetting to widen his stance so that he didn’t step on his snowshoe frame with the other foot.

“What are you doing?”

Elias was on his back in the snow, camera held up to his face as he focused on a blue jay in a leafless tree above him. From below like this, it’d be a really cool shot, the bird’s blue feathers stark against the dull brown tree branches. He could probably submit the photo to CanadaBirds—a sister magazine of CanadaTravels—for consideration. Zooming his lens accordingly and adjusting his manual settings, he tried to keep very still so the bird didn’t get scared and take off. He wanted a bit of a blurry background so he set his f-stop to—

—A nose pinked from the cold appeared in his viewfinder. He was so surprised he hit the shutter-release by accident. And when he saw the image that appeared on his monitor, he couldn’t help but chuckle, sending the blue jay scurrying off.

“What’s so funny?”

Elias turned the camera to show Ty. Ty peered at it, squinted, and said, “I look hot.”

It was a picture of his left nostril and part of his eye. Elias kept laughing.

“Here, take a better one,” Ty said and plopped down in the snow next to Elias.

“Oh, no,” Elias said. “I don’t really get in front of the cam—”

Ty had the picture taken before Elias could finish his sentence. Except none of the settings had been adjusted, so instead of a selfie of the two of them, Elias had a blurry picture of what might have been his own beard or could’ve been the tree trunk behind them.

Ty cracked up.

Elias took a picture of him like that, head thrown back, eyes half-closed, mouth wide, teeth glistening bright as the snow that was also stuck in his hair now. That way he’d have this moment forever and could always look back on it and remember how good it felt to be in that first honeymoon phase of dating someone who felt about Elias the same way Elias felt about him, when everything was wonderful and new and fun.

That carefree laughter was the best kind of kick in the gut. Without thinking twice about it, he moved in on Ty and kissed his still laughing mouth. Ty was still chuckling as he kissed Elias back, mouth cold, tongue warm. It took hardly any prompting from Elias for Ty to roll himself on top of him but Ty’s coat was so slick that he landed on Elias and then slipped off him, landing on Elias’s other side, which only made him laugh harder. His good mood was contagious, and Elias laughed with him until the snow started soaking into his jeans.

“Come on, you goof,” Elias said, getting up with difficulty. Stupid snowshoes. “Let’s head back so we can get out of this cold.”

The wind chill was supposed to drop again overnight, and they could already feel it even though sunset was still three hours away.

“Let’s go winter camping,” Ty said, standing much more nimbly.

“What, now?” Never happen.

“No, not now.” Ty headed back onto the trail, in the direction they’d come from. Elias followed. “Next weekend?”

“You have a birthday party next weekend,” Elias reminded him, eyes on his feet so he didn’t trip himself up again. “Plus,” he continued, so that Ty didn’t think he was angling for an invite, “I hate to break it to you...but I don’t camp in winter.”

“Awww, but I wanna go camping with you.”

“Well, I wanna fuck you silly, so let’s go do that instead.”

For the first time since they started snowshoeing an hour and a half ago, Ty fell flat on his face.

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Reviews:Tracy on Bayou Book Junkie wrote:

This was such a sweet story: A story of two men from different walks of life who find one another and fall in love. I loved both Elias and Ty, they were both likable and well developed characters and although they were different those differences balanced each other out. They fit together perfectly and they brought out the best in one another.

I loved Ty’s family. They were not only sweet, loving and supportive of Ty, but I loved that they accepted and welcomed Eli so lovingly into their fold and I adored the interactions with both Ty’s parents and his siblings they were entertaining and funny.

While the progression of Eli and Ty’s relationship was uber fast, it worked for them and it felt natural and organic. The chemistry between them was amazing and the sex was passionate, loving, plentiful and oh so hot.

There’s not a whole lot to say, this was just a really well-written, sweet, sexy, and at times, laugh out loud funny, feel good story and with barely a touch of angst. A perfect way to spend my Saturday night and I absolutely loved it! This is my second book by this author and I’m looking forward to more in the future. Very recommendable!


About the Author

Amy's lived with her head in the clouds since she first picked up a book as a child, and being fluent in two languages means she's read a lot of books! She first picked up a pen on a rainy day in fourth grade when her class had to stay inside for recess. Tales of treasure hunts with her classmates eventually morphed into love stories between men, and she's been writing ever since. She writes evenings and weekends—or whenever she isn't at her full-time day job saving the planet at Canada's largest environmental non-profit.

An unapologetic introvert, Amy reads too much and socializes too little, with no regrets. She loves connecting with readers. Join her Facebook Group to stay up-to-date on upcoming releases and for access to early teasers, find her on Instagram and Twitter, or sign up for her infrequent newsletter here.