Fancy some free m/m fiction? Download the Cheyenne seasonal offering here.
Two original short stories:
• Angels & Sugarplums by Lee Rowan
• Ring in the New by Charlie Cochrane
and holiday-themed excerpts from:
• Junction X by Erastes
• The Glass Minstrel by Hayden Thorne
• Home Fires Burning by Charlie Cochrane
• Normal Miguel by Erik Orrantia
• Wingmen by Ensan Case
• Not to Reason Why by Mark R. Probst
• A Shiny Tin Star Jon Wilson
Excerpt (Ring in the New):
“Wind’s getting up.” Jonty called, as he looked out of the sun lounge—or was it snow lounge?—window at scudding clouds, hounding the winter sun from the sky. “I never thought I’d find a place colder than Cambridge, short of the North Pole, but this is it.” He unraveled the cord to pull down the blinds.
“No, leave it if you will. I like to see the snow over the water.” Orlando had to shout as well, to be heard over the wind and at a room’s remove. The house on the river belonged to Rex Prefontaine’s mother—she’d come here as a child for long hot summers spent on the waters or down at the beach. She let her family have the use of it, but people rarely came between Thanksgiving and the spring equinox. Only visitors from foreign shores, who’d find a Massachusetts winter a novelty, dared to set out for a sojourn over New Year.
“It’s fine for you to say ‘leave it’. You’re not standing in here, in a draught—you’re cosied up by the fire.” Still, Jonty left the blinds up. It had been a wonderful view out into the sunset, the last remnants of which still lingered on the horizon.
“Then put on a thicker jumper or a scarf or something.” Orlando got up from his chair and came over. As soon as he opened the internal door, the cold hit him afresh. “Ruddy Norah, it feels like the arctic in here. Come back into the lounge like a sensible boy. Look at the snow from there.”
Jonty, for once, obeyed his lover without a fight. “Do you think we’ll get a fresh fall today?”
“I think it likely, given the colour of that sky. We could be stranded.” Orlando didn’t seem too worried. “We have fuel and, so long as the well’s accessible, water. You might run out of chocolate, though.”
“I thought you said we’d always be able to get along the road to the general store. I quite enjoyed trudging up there this morning. So long as they’ve got chocolate I’ll be happy.”