Sticking It

by K. Vale

 

Offered for free from the Goodreads MM Love Has No Boundaries Event

When a fraternity dare backfires, gymnast Dane Christakos thinks the guy he’s hot for is about to stab him in the back. He’s more than pleasantly surprised when instead cute computer geek Adam Kennedy comes to his rescue. A steamy encounter in a fast-food parking lot has Dane thinking he’s finally found Mr. Right.

But can Adam let go of his insecurities after a failed past relationship? Dane will have to work hard to wear him down. Persistence has made the muscle-bound athlete an Olympic hopeful, and with a little luck and a lot of charisma,  it just might get him the guy, too.

The 12 Days of Christmas According to Chance Ralan (from "Forever is Now")

As it appeared on Scorching Book Reviews

Hi, everyone! I’m Chance Ralan, lead singer for Armageddon Showdown. I’m stoked to be here today to share a little holiday ditty I wrote for the love of my life, my husband-to-be, Alex Bremen. So…without further ado…strums a C chord on his Gretsch acoustic guitar and clears his throat

 

On the first day of Christmas my boyfriend gave to me a cheesy ornament that says “Rock Stars Do it Best” for our tree.

On the second day of Christmas my boyfriend gave to me two latex gloves (for picking up dog shit) and a cheesy ornament for our tree.

On the third day of Christmas my boyfriend gave to me three French kisses, two latex gloves, and a cheesy ornament for our tree.

On the fourth day of Christmas my boyfriend gave to me four calling cards (the international kind for when we go on our European tour next month and Alex is shooting his anti-bullying film in the U.S.), three French kisses, two latex gloves, and a cheesy ornament for our tree.

On the fifth day of Christmas my boyfriend gave to me five golden rings (two hoops for my nipples, one for my taint, and diamond studs for my ears). And a cheesy ornament for our tree.

On the sixth day of Christmas my boyfriend gave to me six ways of layin’ (there were more in the book but we ran out of steam after six—there’s always tomorrow), five golden rings, four calling cards, three French kisses, two latex gloves, and a cheesy ornament for our tree.

On the seventh day of Christmas my boyfriend gave to me seven days of swimming (on Kahanamoku Beach in Oahu, Hawaii for our vacation together after my tour ends—Can’t freakin’ wait!), six ways of layin’, five golden rings, four calling cards, three French kisses, two latex gloves, and a cheesy ornament for our tree.

<Stops for a second to take a sip of water

Damn this song gets tedious. Okay. Where were we? Oh, yeah. Eight.

 

On the eighth day of Christmas my boyfriend gave to me eight homemade milk chocolates (lollypops that I always used to get in my stocking as a kid that he special ordered from a little shop in New York because he’s awesome and sweet like that), seven days of swimming, six ways of layin’, blah, blah, blah. You get the idea.

On the ninth day of Christmas my boyfriend gave to me nine hours of dancing (lessons so we won’t embarrass ourselves at our wedding in the fall. Yeah—so much for that plan). Eight homemade milk chocolates, seven days of swimming. You know the deal by now. And a cheesy ornament for our tree.

On the tenth day of Christmas my boyfriend gave to me ten hordes a creeping (in the form of the first three seasons of “Walking Dead” on DVD). Nine hours of dancin’, eight homemade chocolates, seven days of swimming, six ways of layin’, five golden rings, four calling cards, three French kisses, two latex gloves, and a cheesy ornament for our tree.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my boyfriend gave to me eleven pipers piping on this amazing Celtic metal CD I’d never even heard of before. What are they called again? You’re gonna love this band! Freakin’ bagpipes, and electric guitar, and fuckin’ amazing drummers.  Bridge Trolls! That’s their name. Crazy ass good!

On the twelfth day of Christmas my boyfriend gave to me twelve hummers humming…  

Hey, a guy can always hope. Christmas magic and everything, right?

 Alex punches Chance.

Alex–Nice try, you pig.

Chance–Come on! Where’s your giving spirit?

Alex–Oh, I’ll give you something, alright. <Slaps the back of one hand on his other palm threateningly.>

Chance–Love ya, babe. <Leans over to kiss him.> All I want for Christmas is you.

Alex–Awww. Get over here you big, dumb jerk.

<Fade to black.>

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