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All Snug
All Snug
All Snug
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All Snug

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Elliot and Shawn each want to buy the same one-of-a-kind item for Christmas—a very old and expensive antique bed—as a gift for their lovers. But when they both arrive at the store at the same moment, the proprietor tells them to figure out between themselves who gets the bed. Elliot and Shawn decide to hold a contest: winner buys bed.

And so the competitions begin, from selling charity tickets to cleaning out stables, and interpersonal tension and burgeoning attraction mount as the days until Christmas pass. But who deserves the gift more: Elliot, who can afford the expensive gift for his casual sex partner, or Shawn, who can barely cover rent, and the mysterious man he’s head-over-heels for?

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Release dateDec 1, 2010
ISBN9781615817450
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B.G. Thomas

B.G. Thomas lives in Kansas City with his two husbands—which yes, is different, but amazingly rewarding and wonderfully romantic. They have two sweet rescue dogs named Oliver (who the breed name Dorkie applies perfectly) and Frodo (who is just learning to be a dog). He is missing his soul dog Sarah Jane very much, but she will live on forever in several of his books and in his heart. He is also blessed to have a lovely daughter and they love to hang out. B.G. loves to read romance, comedy, fantasy, thrillers, mystery, science fiction, and even horror—as far as he is concerned, as long as the stories are character driven and entertaining, it doesn’t matter the genre. He has gone to literature conventions his entire adult life, where he’s been lucky enough to meet many of his favorite writers. He has made up stories since he was a child; it’s where he finds his joy. In the nineties, he wrote for gay adult magazines but stopped because the editors wanted all sex without plot, and edited his setups right out. “The sex is never as important as the characters,” he says. “Who cares what they are doing if we don’t care about them?” Excited about the growing male/male romance market—where setup and cute meets is where it’s at—he began writing again. He submitted a novella and was thrilled when it was accepted in four days. Since then the romantic tales have poured out of him. “It’s like I’m somehow making up for a lifetime’s worth of story-telling!” “Leap, and the net will appear” is his personal philosophy and his message. “It is never too late,” he testifies. “Pursue your dreams. They will come true!” You can read about whatever he’s working on right now or whatever he’s rambling on about at his website/blog at: bthomaswriter.wordpress.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/bgthomaswriter Twitter: twitter.com/BGThomasBooks He is always happy to hear from his readers!

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  • Rating: 4 out of 5 stars
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    This is another great Christmas story. I loved the contrast between the two main characters, who nevertheless both want the same thing: to impress their lover with a great Christmas gift.

    Elliot is a fairly well off businessman whose boyfriend of 2 months has hinted at wanting an antique bed. Not one to pinch the pennies, Elliot has decided to get the man what he wants. Shawn is a hard worker who desperately wants to impress his boyfriend so he can send more time with him. Both men end up in the antique store at the same time. There is no way to decide who actually gets to buy the bed - other than a series of challenges.

    I loved how Elliot (from whose point of view the story is written) gradually falls for Shawn, something he had neither planned for, nor even thought possible at his age. The solution to the dilemma is almost too convenient - but fits the fairy tale like tone of the story well. It made me laugh (with relief as much as surprise), and only added to my enjoyment of the story. A very sweet and fun read!

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All Snug - B.G. Thomas

Dedication

For Raymond, for ten years—

and for the idea for this story...

I love you!

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THE more I thought about it, the more I knew I had to have the bed. My boyfriend wanted it. It was Christmas. And while it was a bit overpriced, I could afford it. Steve on the other hand, could not.

I’d thought about it for two weeks, and when Steve casually mentioned it was still at the antique store, I made up my mind. It was perhaps an excessive gift for a man I’d been dating for less than two months, but when I thought about what Steve and I would do in that bed, the scales were tipped.

A call to the antique store the night before told me the bed was still available. So it was quite a surprise when I arrived at Derringer’s early the next morning and asked for the large, oak four-poster bed at the very same time as another customer. The look on both the proprietor’s and the other man’s faces (and my own, I’m sure, had I been able to see it) were quite comedic really. Like they’d been caught doing something they shouldn’t.

Oh, my, said Mr. Derringer, the owner of the store. I haven’t had anything like this happen in a long time. And it’s been sitting there two months.

The other man, youngish, slim, with dark hair and pretty, wide startled eyes, looked like he might cry. I… I think I was here first, he said.

I’m not sure, Mr. Derringer said, adjusting his glasses.

I did call last night, I reminded Mr. Derringer. He knew me; I’d bought a few things from him in the past, most of them costly: a standing lamp, an oil painting, and a few other odd items (more than one with a rather naughty touch).

So you did, so you did, he said, looking up, down, but not seeming to want to look at either of us. But, ah, you didn’t ask me to hold it.

So? asked the young man. Does that mean I get it or not? He looked like he was about to go into fight or flight mode. Which would it be? I wondered.

Mr. Derringer, nervous thing that he was, began to shake, fumbled with some papers on his desk, removed his glasses and began cleaning them. He looked back and forth between us. You both approached me at the same time, he said in that spineless voice of his. He drove me near insane he could be so insipid. But he also found things that no one else could. He had a gift for it.

I’ve got my card out! the young man practically shouted.

I’ll pay cash, I pressed. This was ridiculous, and I didn’t want to be here all day. I did need to get to the office at some point.

Cash? asked Mr. Derringer, his little eyes focusing on me.

I liked the sound of Derringer’s voice now. Holiday season or not, cash was always good, and who knew if the young man could even afford the bed. His peacoat looked worn, his pants with tattered cuffs were just a little too long, and his shoes had certainly seen better days.

I don’t see why that makes any difference, said the young man. What do you usually do in a situation like this?

I… said Mr. Derringer, "I could use the cash."

I’ll give you an extra hundred, I said and pulled out a roll of bills.

No! yelled the young man. You can’t do that!

I can, I said. Do we have a deal, Mr. Derringer?

I’m sorry, young man, Mr. Derringer apologized, staring at my cash like he was starving.

The young man turned to me. Look, I really want that bed, he said, his eyes wide and pleading. The… person I’m seeing really wants it. Anything else would just be a letdown.

Person? I smiled at the lack of pronoun and wondered if that person was another man.

I went through hell to get the money, he continued. There isn’t anything else I want. It’s really important to me. Please.

Oh, those eyes, I thought. Like a big puppy dog, but blue instead of brown. This young man was just too sweet.

But why did that matter? I really wanted the bed as well. Steve had a reason for wanting a four-poster bed, and the idea caused my dick to twitch right there in that little store. Steve was just crazy in the bedroom, any room for that matter. I’d never known a man with such a sexual imagination. My whole adult life had seemed to be filled with men who considered tickling to be kinky. They’d given the word vanilla a whole new definition. I’d resigned myself to sexual mediocrity, and then Steve had shown up in my life. Finally, I’d met someone with an erotic imagination to put mine to shame, a man who wanted to fulfill my every fantasy.

Yet the kid looking at me, and he didn’t seem to be much more than a kid, really did look like

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