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Free read — Mistletoe

“Get off the computer already, Jake, and come to bed.” Kurt had been waiting far too long for his lover to close the browser. He was getting cold.

“I’m just trying to find out the basis for all this “kissing under the mistletoe” business.” Jake could have found this out earlier, Kurt thought, if he’d just looked in the right places, but still those busy fingers typed on.

“Roots that go back to the Greek Saturnalia, not described. The Vikings would call a day’s truce if they met an enemy beneath mistletoe, and the same legend about Frigga, Loki, and Baldur, told about seventeen different times,” Jake grumped. “Not sure how much is accurate.”  He typed some more. “Pliny’s story about the Druids and the white bulls. Everyone’s quoting the same base material, it looks like.”

Kurt tapped his foot. “You could do some original research.”

“How? Oh, and you’re supposed to take a berry off every time you kiss, and when all the mistletoe berries are gone you can’t steal kisses any more.” Finally, Jake turned around. And stared. And understood how to do the research.

Kurt tilted his Santa hat to a more rakish angle. That and the belt were all he was wearing, with something green and white on the buckle. “Good thing I chose a sprig with a lot of berries.”


My holiday short story featuring Kurt and Jake from Fire on the Mountain and Snow on the Mountain is on sale this week, lucky readers. Just in time for some eggnog-fueled reading.

Mistletoe on the Mountain

This is Jake’s first Christmas away from his family, but it’s also his first Christmas with Kurt. Jake’s shoestring budget doesn’t matter, because what Kurt wants most can’t be gift wrapped. He’d like to stand openly with Jake as partners before the world, but Jake hasn’t come that far out of the closet. Wapiti Creek is hung everywhere with mistletoe, taunting them both with opportunities not taken.

Jake is making a traditional Landon family dish for a Christmas pot-luck dinner with friends, but he’s short a key ingredient. Kurt manages to supply the missing ingredient for Jake’s recipe — can Jake supply the missing ingredient for Kurt’s happiness?

Find it here.

Whoot-worthy Reviews

Truly a red-letter day for me — two of my short stories received stellar reviews, one at Jessewave’s, and the other at Obsidian Bookshelf. *dances*

Jenre, who enjoyed Mark and Allan in a href=”http://www.reviewsbyjessewave.com/?p=25735″ target=”_blank”>Fall Down the Mountain, was pleased to see the boys return for another tale, and particularly liked that Allan had the point of view. Here’s a bit of what she had to say about Cross the Mountain:

The story has a nice balanced feel to it, with the first part focusing on the outdoor skiing and the second half showing the pair at home together afterwards. There’s a great, hot sex scene, but also an opportunity for tenderness between the pair that elevated the story from just being a sexy encounter.

This discerning reviewer gave the boys 4.25/5.  See the a href=”http://www.reviewsbyjessewave.com/?p=30089#more-30089″ target=”_blank”>entire review here.

8/26/11 Jessewave got hacked so links will be disabled until they are healed.

And more whootage — Val Kovalin at Obisidan Bookshelf greatly enjoyed 8 Seconds on the Mountain, giving it not just ‘Recommended Highly’ but selecting it for ‘Top Pick’ in the Wildfire newsletter for All Romance Ebooks. I am stunned.

This is a small part of what Val had to say about Kurt and Jake:

This story packs an unusual amount of action and suspense into what feels like a perfect short length. It is actually the fourth book in a series loosely connected by the same characters and settings, but you can read it as I did with no knowledge of the other books and still receive maximum entertainment. What elements didn’t work for me? No problems — it all worked for me.

See the entire review here.

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Mountain Series — What’s the Order?

Some kind persons here at Goodreads have numbered the Mountain stories in a sequence that I wouldn’t disagree with, but there’s a bit more to it than that. Maybe we should take those numbers more as a sign of my productivity than for directing your reading.

Fall Down,pd singer Each story was meant to stand alone, although they surely would be richer read in order. One through four (Fire, Snow, Mistletoe, and 8 Seconds) are all primarily Kurt and Jake’s stories, with 8 Seconds occurring approximately a year after Fire. Then we have Fall Down the Mountain, which is Mark’s story. I like Mark — he has a slightly skewed sense of responsibility — he and Allan have more page time to come.

Fall Down is set just after Snow, but with a new narrator, the stories almost have to diverge. Mark’s concerns are different than Jake’s; he’s had more time to become schooled in hard knocks and a lot less experience with honorable lovers. If you’re just coming to the Mountains, Fall Down is a perfectly good place to start.

Come to the Mountains!

Dark Divas review Snow!

Snow on the Mountain has been out for several months now, and the first bloom of reviews has passed, so it was a particularly delightful find today that Dark Divas looked at Snow. Reviewer Jaime had some nice things to say, and a couple of things that you will bet I’ll take a close look at for other works.

Dark Diva Reviews “All in all, I quite enjoyed this book. Both characters had things to learn, ways to grow, and I like that the author didn’t pull any punches in splitting them up. People do split up over misunderstandings and things that don’t seem all that serious on the outside. So if there were a few tiny details that made me look up from the book for a moment, the important thing, in my mind, is that the big picture looked like the real thing. Real people, who aren’t perfect and don’t always say the right things, getting into real trouble and having real misunderstandings.”

See the rest here – and thank you, Jaime, for the kind words.  4 Diva rating!

Free Read – Wrenched

This ficlet started as an author’s extra for my new story, 8 Seconds on the Mountain.


“So how the heck did you learn to do all this stuff?” I handed Kurt a wrench when he stuck his hand out at me. The upper section of him was out of sight: he was standing on the bumper of the tanker, leaning over the engine, which had coughed asthmatically and died.

“Remember I told you my brother-in-law Cliff is a rancher?” A bolt squeaked as he turned it.

“Yeah, and…?”

“And that I spent my vacations with him and Vanessa every year after Mom died?” His voice, already muffled in the bowels of the engine, went softer. He’d told me back during the fire that Larry and Vanessa, his much older brother and sister, and later, their spouses Polly and Cliff, had helped raise him.

“You’d said.” I looked at the western horizon: the sun was approaching it fast.

“Think about it. A rancher can’t make a living if he can’t do most everything himself.” Kurt got his upper body out of the engine. “Try starting it now.”

I jumped into the driver’s seat and twisted the key. The big diesel growled to life, its usual ferocious rumble was back. Kurt slammed the hood, jumped down, and joined me in the cab.

“A rancher has to repair vehicles and equipment, do veterinary work, train animals, manage finances, gauge markets, and about a hundred other things. The more you have to hire done, the less money is left at the end of the year, and that amount can be awfully near zero anyway. So you learn to do it, just to stay above water.” Kurt smiled ruefully, his face decorated with a greasy smudge across his nose.

“When I was young enough to have a serious case of hero worship, I followed Cliff around, trying to learn everything to be like him.” Kurt laughed. So that was where he got the hyper-competence. “And then when I got older and developed a bad case of teen-aged smartmouth, he’d give me some tools and make me figure it out.”

I steered us up the single lane of dirt track that was our road home through the Uncompahgre National Forest. “He didn’t make you figure it out on the animals, did he?”

“No, he didn’t; he coached me or did it with me. Gentling and training the horses was a lot more pleasant than calving season or round-up.” A red rag that had been lurking under the seat waved in the corner of my eye; Kurt was cleaning his hands.

“I can imagine.” I hoped that when I did meet his family, those last two weren’t on the agenda. “Get the smudge on your nose, too.”

He scrubbed at his face. “Did I get it?”

I glanced over, enjoying the sight of blue eyes in his tanned face. “Mostly. Hey–” We’d talked about getting up to Wyoming for me to meet his family. Given that some of the cowboys who’d seen us together had been a lot less than accepting, I wanted to know. “You said he knows you’re gay, but — how did he take the news?”

“I was twenty- three when I told them. Cliff was kind of stunned, but he came outside later, just sat with me in the barn. I was mending tack; I needed something to do with my hands that kept me away from everyone for a while. Then he threaded a needle for me and he said, “You know your father, your brother, and I have tried to teach you everything we can about being a man.” I was braced to hear how badly he thought I’d failed–”

Kurt stopped, and the red rag was back by his face; I didn’t think he was trying to get the last of the smudge. “But Cliff just handed me the needle and said, “I think we did all right.””