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Excerpt Thursday! Season's Greetings

Just like holiday shopping, it's never too early for a Christmas Love Story. Here's an excerpt from Season's Greetings released as part of the 2009 Dreamspinner Press Advent Calendar.

Summary: Russ Manners writes greeting cards for a living, except Christmas is fast approaching, there's no snow, and he's fallen behind on his big Easter Card project. He's blaming the new guy, Ian Fiorillo, because ever since Ian was hired, Russ spends all his time writing bad Valentine rhymes to Ian's best asset. What Russ doesn't realize is that Ian would love to help him appreciate the wonders of Christmas in Florida.


ROSES are red. Violets are blue. If I ever got my hands on your fine ass,
oh baby, the things I would do.

Russ Manners glared at his computer screen. His brown eyes
darkened with frustration before he pressed the backspace key and
watched the letters and their crisp Verdana font disappear one after
another. Well, that little rhyme blew, he thought in disgust. Big time.

He rubbed his temples and stared at the glossy pages cut out of
an assortment of magazines and taped to the wall of his office cube.
They didn’t help his futile search for inspiration. In fact, the more he
focused on the colorful images of decorated eggs, baskets, and bright,
cartoon rabbits the more he wanted to gouge his eyes out.

The pictures’ perky themes clashed with the Christmas music
piped through the office’s overhead speakers, adding to his piercing
headache. Russ never understood this time of year. He lived in
southern Florida, for crap’s sake. Was he the only one who got the
memo explaining that no snow equaled no Christmas?

Russ didn’t deliberately live out of sync with the rest of the
world, but his demanding job writing greeting cards ensured he lived
his life two or three holidays ahead. Normally he thrived on the
resulting chaos. So what was his problem? The stuffed, yellow rabbit
perched above his monitor regarded him with blank, black eyes. “A lot
of help you are.” Russ muttered.

Soft brown hair hid his face as Russ lowered his head to his
keyboard and let the plastic cool his overheated forehead. He was so
screwed. Instead of happy, lilting Easter greetings guaranteed to bring
smiles to the faces of their special recipients, Russ had been reduced
to writing cheesy Valentine tags no self-respecting card company
would publish.

Here he sat, a few weeks away from his drop-dead date for the
upcoming Easter line, and his mind absolutely positively refused to
cooperate. Russ didn’t understand why. He’d never had any problems
creating his trademark, catchy sayings before five weeks ago.

And there was his answer. He blamed everything on newcomer Ian Fiorillo.

As if on cue, Russ heard a low grunt from the cubicle next to him.
Despite his intention not to give in to temptation, he clambered on top
of the two-drawer file beside his desk, ignoring the files he knocked to
the floor and the hard metal beneath his kneecaps so he could peek
over the top of the cubicle wall.

Truly, this was his hell.

Because Ian wasn’t sitting at his computer, composing amusing
ditties for Left-Brain Cards, the company they worked for. No, Ian was
currently on his hands and knees with his head stuck under his desk,
leaving Russ staring at the very same ass to which he had just
composed yet another in a long line of excruciatingly bad odes.

Russ couldn’t help himself. Ian had a great ass.

Buy Link: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?cPath=55_128&products_id=1616


( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 8th, 2010 12:56 pm (UTC)
Always did LOVE that blurb :).
Wanna do some combined promo for Advent fics? I'm thinking it over, maybe pull in some other friend-authors.
Oct. 8th, 2010 05:37 pm (UTC)
It was one my best, wasn't it?

Would love to do some Advent promo with you and others. I did some counting and am still rather baffled by the number of Holiday fics I seem to have written over the years.

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