- Book Title: One Snowy Night
- Author: Louise Lyons
- Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing (March 13, 2015)
- Book Length: 26 pages
- Genre: Gay, Contemporary, Romance
- Reviewed by: Diane
- Posting Date: March 13, 2015
Take one Keith Brambles, a musician with a bit of notoriety, bad weather, a crash and a rescue. The problem is, Keith doesn’t know what to make of the fellow he dubs a “white van man” because he sports ink, facial hair and a demeanor that hints he might not approve of Keith.
Mike Talbot plays Good Samaritan, taking in a stranded man dressed to impress but definitely not for the winter weather. When Mike recognizes Keith and confesses he thinks the man is hot and oh-by-the-way I’m gay…
It’s a short story (more an extended scene than a proper short) that doesn’t make you wait longer than necessary to carve through each man’s preconceptions and dive into the getting to know you, really really well phase.
There’s just enough here to tell you who these men are, and there’s a sweet scene of affection with a promise of an even better morning. It’s a quick read for your lunch break, though given its length and lack of substance, there’s not quite enough to fill you up.
The Book Description:
Main character, Keith Brambles, is an up and coming British singer. He has had one disastrous first date after another, finding most men are only interested because of who he is. After yet another failed meeting, he sets off for home, driving too fast for the conditions. He loses control of his car in the snow and finds himself stranded – with no mobile phone signal and an outfit completely unsuitable for braving the freezing conditions.
Just as Keith has begun to think he’s destined to spend a night in his car, possibly suffering from hypothermia, a potential rescuer arrives, but Keith wonders whether he might have more to fear from the man, than the weather.
“You’re Kent Brambles,” his rescuer said; a statement rather than a question.
Shit. “Uh…yes. Keith, actually. Kent’s just my…um…my…”
“Stage name?” The man grinned, but then grimaced a little.
“Yeah. I’m guessing my…uh…my music isn’t your cup of tea,” Keith said nervously.
“I’m into my rock and roll.” He smiled again and extended a large hand. “Mike Talbot.”
Surprised, Keith swapped hands with the cup of coffee, and slid his small, frozen hand into Mike’s big warm one. Mike gripped it firmly and gave it a brief shake, then let go.
“So what are you doing out here, driving in these conditions?” Mike asked.
“I…um…I went to meet a friend in Lincoln. It wasn’t snowing when I set off,” Keith replied.
“A friend? You mean a date?”
“What’s he doing letting you drive home in this shit? Couldn’t you stay over?” Mike’s brows furrowed, and Keith’s eyes widened. Appearances certainly could be deceptive. White Van Man, big, bearded, and apparently tattooed, didn’t seem to care that Keith was gay. Keith silently reprimanded himself for stereotyping his rescuer.
“Well…he…um…” He paused and shrugged. “It was a first date. He was only interested because of who I am.”
“That must be a pain in the ass. Do you get that a lot?” asked Mike.
“More often than not.”
“Maybe you’re looking in the wrong place, or for the wrong type of guy. You should try one who’s not into your music, and you might have better luck.” Mike grinned and winked.