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Painting Ghosts

by Susan Mac Nicol

Sometimes all you need for the festive season are the ghosts of Christmas Past

Tyler Sheridan has been enamoured with his best friend for years. Theo Daikon is a Greek god, a tempestuous and creative artist with a penchant for up close PDA's, which plays hell with Tyler's libido. This time, Ty isn't sure he can continue to resist the temptation to change his Facebook status to in a relationship.

Snowed in with Theo in an old, spooky country house, they soon find out they aren't alone. It appears the Prestonwich family are also home for Christmas. The problem—they're deceased.

Between one mischievous little girl ghost and her wise old grandfather, Theo and Ty find the truth of their relationship and make a New Year resolution to make their lives full with love and family.

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Contemporary

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author - british

Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 2
Romantic Content: 4
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The ballroom next door, though, glimpsed through an open, ornate wooden door looking like something out of King Arthur’s castle, was the real prize Theo sought.

I smiled. This was so Theo’s ideal house. He was going to do great things here. I stamped my feet clear of snow on the ratty carpet in the hall.

“Ty, that you? I’m in the studio.” Theo’s deep voice echoed out from behind one of the dusty curtains. I strode over to the deep burgundy fabric doorway and pushed through.

“Achoo.” The dust billowed around me as I sneezed. My eyes began itching, and I coughed weakly, hamming it up but feeling the dust in my throat. “Jesus, Theo, would it do you any harm to have these curtains cleaned? I’m gonna end up with lung disease.”

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Theo, all smouldering six foot three inches of him, glowered at me from under a mop of black hair with an adorable cowlick. He stood at his framing desk, hands filled with an old fashioned bronze frame. “Stop being such a diva and come over here. I need a hug. It’s been too long.”

Have I mentioned my bestie was also a great believer in bodily contact, a fact that was both a blessing and a curse? I couldn’t count on my fingers the number of times I’d got a boner from his fierce embraces. I was becoming quite the tango dancer, swivelling my hips out of contact so as not to embarrass him, or myself. Sure, he was a bi-guy, but that didn’t mean he wanted to feel my dick all hard and ready for him.

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About the Author

Susan writes steamy, sexy and fun contemporary romance stories, some suspenseful, some gritty and dark and hopefully always entertaining. She lives in her dream home, a cute, thatched cottage in the Essex UK countryside.

She’s also Editor in Chief at Divine Magazine, an online LGBTQ e-zine, and a member of The Society of Authors, the Writers Guild of Great Britain, and the Authors Guild in the US. Susan is also an award-winning script writer, with scripts based on two of her own published works. Sight Unseen has garnered no less than seven awards to date and her TV pilot, Reel Life, based on her debut novel, Cassandra by Starlight, was also a winner at the Oaxaca Film Fest.

She loves going to the theatre, live music concerts (especially if it’s her man crush Adam Lambert or the divine Cumberbatch) walks in the countryside, a good G and T, lazing away afternoons reading a good book, and watching re-runs of Silent Witness.