Read The Little Village - Books Library

The Little Village

Mike Enfield

4.9/5 (33068 ratings)

Description:Criticized by his pretentious boyfriend for what he’s got under his Christmas tree and summarily dumped, Clive settles down for a lonely Christmas Eve, comforted by the spiked Wassail he thought he’d be sharing with his lover. One cup too many and Clive nods off in front of the tree. The next thing he knows, he’s standing in the middle of a snowy field, freezing his bare feet off. Clive is soon introduced to a place of wonderment, one he thinks he recognizes. Then he meets a hunky skier who thinks he recognizes him. Warning: This story contains a big helping of Christmas magic leading to a generous portion of naked young men joyously canoodling, sure to put you in the holiday spirit! A short novelle of 19,000 words, approximately 53 pages Book extra: Includes Clive's recipe for Slow Cooker Wassail An excerpt from The Little Village: “Clive! Long time, no see!” The skier pulled a bright blue knit cap off of his head, revealing a blond crew cut. Rosy cheeks lit up the broad grin across his face. Clive stopped and looked at him in shock. “Do I know you?” Big blue eyes examined him from head to toe and the skier’s grin turned to puzzlement. “You’re not Clive,” he said slowly. The slight frown didn’t detract from the handsome planes of his face. “Well, that is my name,” Clive admitted. “But I don’t believe we’ve met.” “No. You’re not my Clive. You’re kinda shorter than mine.” “I’m sorry.” He felt a little bad for disappointing the tall stranger who was six feet if he was an inch. Clive couldn’t tell for sure, with the fellow’s bulky clothing, but he had the impression the man had a darn good build on him, too. “Listen. Is that a town over that way? I’m freezing out here.” “Yeah, I bet you are,” the skier said amiably. “You forgot your shoes. And no coat! What were you thinking?” “I didn’t know I was coming here.” “Hit the sauce a little too hard?” The tall blond gave Clive a wry grin. “Sure, our little town is right over there. You planning on hoofing it?” “I guess. If I stand around I think I might freeze to death.” “Well, we’re not having that. Come on, hop up.” The skier turned his back and crouched down to the snow. “You want to carry me? I’ll weigh you down, and then some!” The big fellow snorted. “Do I look like a delicate flower to you? It won’t be my first time playing taxi.” Clive eyed the broad back and shoulders clad in orange. For a second he forgot the cold and imagined that big torso covering his own in a nice warm bed. Then his icy toes screamed up at him and he quit dithering. He climbed up on the big guy’s back and hugged his neck, wrapping his legs around his waist. Also by Mike Enfield: Off the Old Head of Kinsale One Canadian army chaplain sailing off to war. One lame cabin steward tending his stateroom. One swift liner steaming toward an enemy ambush. One week for two young men to find each other. Only one outcome, May 7, 1915, off the Old Head of Kinsale A full length novel of 79,325 words, approximately 232 print pages Christmas at Atherton Ranch Christmas is coming and preparations are underway at Atherton Ranch for a celebration the likes of which haven’t been seen there in years.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with The Little Village. To get started finding The Little Village, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.

Pages: 67

Format: PDF, EPUB & Kindle Edition

Publisher: —

Release: —

ISBN

Description: Criticized by his pretentious boyfriend for what he’s got under his Christmas tree and summarily dumped, Clive settles down for a lonely Christmas Eve, comforted by the spiked Wassail he thought he’d be sharing with his lover. One cup too many and Clive nods off in front of the tree. The next thing he knows, he’s standing in the middle of a snowy field, freezing his bare feet off. Clive is soon introduced to a place of wonderment, one he thinks he recognizes. Then he meets a hunky skier who thinks he recognizes him. Warning: This story contains a big helping of Christmas magic leading to a generous portion of naked young men joyously canoodling, sure to put you in the holiday spirit! A short novelle of 19,000 words, approximately 53 pages Book extra: Includes Clive's recipe for Slow Cooker Wassail An excerpt from The Little Village: “Clive! Long time, no see!” The skier pulled a bright blue knit cap off of his head, revealing a blond crew cut. Rosy cheeks lit up the broad grin across his face. Clive stopped and looked at him in shock. “Do I know you?” Big blue eyes examined him from head to toe and the skier’s grin turned to puzzlement. “You’re not Clive,” he said slowly. The slight frown didn’t detract from the handsome planes of his face. “Well, that is my name,” Clive admitted. “But I don’t believe we’ve met.” “No. You’re not my Clive. You’re kinda shorter than mine.” “I’m sorry.” He felt a little bad for disappointing the tall stranger who was six feet if he was an inch. Clive couldn’t tell for sure, with the fellow’s bulky clothing, but he had the impression the man had a darn good build on him, too. “Listen. Is that a town over that way? I’m freezing out here.” “Yeah, I bet you are,” the skier said amiably. “You forgot your shoes. And no coat! What were you thinking?” “I didn’t know I was coming here.” “Hit the sauce a little too hard?” The tall blond gave Clive a wry grin. “Sure, our little town is right over there. You planning on hoofing it?” “I guess. If I stand around I think I might freeze to death.” “Well, we’re not having that. Come on, hop up.” The skier turned his back and crouched down to the snow. “You want to carry me? I’ll weigh you down, and then some!” The big fellow snorted. “Do I look like a delicate flower to you? It won’t be my first time playing taxi.” Clive eyed the broad back and shoulders clad in orange. For a second he forgot the cold and imagined that big torso covering his own in a nice warm bed. Then his icy toes screamed up at him and he quit dithering. He climbed up on the big guy’s back and hugged his neck, wrapping his legs around his waist. Also by Mike Enfield: Off the Old Head of Kinsale One Canadian army chaplain sailing off to war. One lame cabin steward tending his stateroom. One swift liner steaming toward an enemy ambush. One week for two young men to find each other. Only one outcome, May 7, 1915, off the Old Head of Kinsale A full length novel of 79,325 words, approximately 232 print pages Christmas at Atherton Ranch Christmas is coming and preparations are underway at Atherton Ranch for a celebration the likes of which haven’t been seen there in years.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with The Little Village. To get started finding The Little Village, you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.

Special Offer | $0.00

Special Offer! | $0.00

The Little Village

The Little Village

More Books

Off the Old Head of Kinsale (Kinsale, #1)

Off the Old Head of Kinsale (Kinsale, #1)

A Little Kindness at Christmas

A Little Kindness at Christmas

Beulah's Boy, Barney (Hartung Brothers Book 1)

Beulah's Boy, Barney (Hartung Brothers Book 1)

The Gift Within the Gift

The Gift Within the Gift

Christmas at Atherton Ranch (Kinsale, #2)

Christmas at Atherton Ranch (Kinsale, #2)

A Fortune for a Blessing (Kinsale, #3)

A Fortune for a Blessing (Kinsale, #3)

An Introduction to Bicycle Rollers

An Introduction to Bicycle Rollers

Andrew's Long Ride (Hartung Brothers #2)

Andrew's Long Ride (Hartung Brothers #2)

The Guns in the Morning

The Guns in the Morning