Silent Knight: Paul Stanton thought he had it all -- until his lover dumped him for another man, forcing Paul to rethink his life. But when a trip home for the holidays goes predictably wrong, Paul ends up stranded in the woods. There's more to Andy Reynolds than meets the eye. But is a chance encounter enough to bind two men who have nothing in common except their sex?
Sleepless Knight: When the two-year itch infects their relationship, Andy arranges a much needed vacation. Andy will do anything to make Paul happy, even if it means bringing another man into their bed. But is a threesome really the answer? Or will it drive them further apart?
Publisher's Note: Silent Knight, Sleepless Knight (Duet) contains the previously published novellas Silent Knight and Sleepless Knight.
Praise for Silent Knight, Sleepless Knight (Duet)
"If you like opposites-to-lovers stories, if a frozen winter landscape sounds like a good backdrop for a passionate romance, and if you’re looking for a read where both men have to give a little to make things work, then you will probably like this novella."
-- Serena Yates, Rainbow Book Reviews
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Silent Knight, Sleepless Knight (Duet)
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Copyright ©2017 Gale Stanley
Excerpt from Silent Knight
Andy moved through the woods in a slow stalk. Nothing beat hunting in the snow. Most Keystone State hunters called it quits by late December, but Andy was a hardheaded optimist. Besides, he enjoyed the solitude, and dealing with winter's stark elements provided an extra challenge. There were other pluses as well. Even a novice hunter could follow the deer tracks, and the light wind dispersed Andy's scent and covered any sounds he made.
But the wind picked up, blowing the snow sideways. Deer tended to lay low during high winds. It looked like this hunt would end with no game. Good thing these hunting trips weren't all about the kill. Andy hunted for food, but mostly to get out, and be a part of nature. The experience took him back to a happy time when his parents were still alive. He and his dad spent a lot of time in the woods. No TV, no cars, no other people, just the two of them hanging out and having a good time. Half the time they came home empty handed, but it didn't matter. Andy's mom would welcome them home with a good, hot meal.
God, he missed them. At least they'd died together. A car accident. Never knew what hit them, according to the coroner. Andy had come home to bury them a year ago and never left.
Snow on an overhanging branch dropped white bombs on Andy's head. He brushed it off, and looked around. No animal life disturbed the spectacular view. No sound, except for the howling wind. He felt insignificant in these surroundings, yet more alive than he did in the city.
Andy packed up his gear and started backtracking toward his ATV. The wind blasted him and drove him off his path a few times, but finally the gusts eased and the ATV appeared in his sights. It occurred to him he might have to leave it, but old reliable started right up. Andy nosed it around and got back on the road, recognizable because it was the only stretch clear of trees. Mishaps were more common in the winter, but the white stuff didn't intimidate Andy. He knew these backwoods like the --
Andy swerved to the left to avoid the man in his path. The ATV slammed into a car, and Andy catapulted feet over head. One second he was behind the wheel, the next he was flying through the air. Andy landed face down in a snow covered hill of pinecones that cushioned his touchdown. Everything happened so fast. For a few scary seconds he couldn't breathe, then someone grabbed him and rolled him over.
Before Andy could react, a hand gripped his chin and tilted his head backward. An ear covered his mouth.
"What the fuck!" Andy cried out. He opened his eyes just as the other man jerked his head back. When Andy's blurry vision cleared, he saw a pair of worried eyes staring down at him. Snowflakes drifted around the stranger's head, and stuck to his long dark lashes. The sound of the wind faded into the background, and the silent snowy woods provided a surreal backdrop behind the green-eyed stranger. Andy sucked in a frosty breath. In the midst of the chilling temperatures, heat sparked in his groin.
"Are you okay?"
The voice brought Andy back to reality. "No thanks to you."
Andy attempted to get up, but Green-eyes gripped his arms and held him down. "Don't move, you might have broken something."
"Don't even try playing white knight. This is your fault, asshole."
Green-eyes backed off and held his hands up in surrender.
Andy struggled to a sitting position and glared at the other man. "I'm fucking freezing, and you want me to lay here."
Andy stared at the man's stuttering lips. They were blue. The color didn't go well with his eyes. Oh hell! His white knight was in worse shape than he was. "Gimme a hand," Andy barked. "We need to get outta this storm before we both freeze."
* * *
The snow-covered man winced as Paul hauled him up. Only an inch or two taller than Paul, he appeared a lot bigger in his thickly padded hunting jacket. A thick beard hid most of the man's face. Paul hoped like hell the hunter wasn't another former classmate.
"Fuck!" The hunter pulled his hand from Paul's grip and rubbed his right hip.
A twinge of guilt pierced Paul's gut, but he kept his mouth shut. This man had made it plain he didn't want Paul's help.
"Just bruised," the hunter said. "Could have been worse. I could have been killed. Or killed you."
"Look, I sss-aid I was sss-sorry --"
"Forget it. What are you doing out here?"
It was too cold for a conversation. Paul gave him the short version. "Paul Stanton, home for the holidays. I just had a close encounter with a tree. That was my rental car you hit." He clenched his mouth shut to stop his teeth from chattering.
"Andy Reynolds." Andy waved at the vehicles. "Looks like we're walking. My cabin's not far."
Paul's chest tightened as he watched Andy walk off. Do I really want to go home with this big redneck? Andy Reynolds already hated him. The name didn't ring any bells, but so what? Reynolds looked like every other homophobic asshole in this town. Paul shivered and tucked his frozen hands under his armpits.
Andy looked back. "You coming?"
If I stay out here, I'll freeze to death. Paul started walking.