Thawing the Iceman

by M.J. Calabrese

Overview

One little mistake. That's all it took to ruin Alex Dresher's life. He was a prize winning investigative journalist, until he slept with a source. If it had been a woman, he would've been forgiven within weeks. Now, no one will hire him. 

 

During a conversation with Brendan, his best friend and wanna be lover,  the subject of a reclusive writer, A.G. Evans, spurs Alex into action. The man never gave interviews. There were no photos of him, not even in the back of his books. He was a complete mystery. 

 

Convincing Brendan that he could come back with an interview and photos gets him financing for the trip and Brendan's SUV for two weeks. With determination, an address, and little else, Alex sets out to find the elusive writer, but things don't go as planned. An early blizzard causes Alex to crash the borrowed SUV. Dazed and confused, Alex gets lost in the woods. Almost dead from hypothermia, a giant of a man with his German Shepard mix rescues him from certain death.

 

Alex finds himself trapped in a cabin, not with A.G. Evans, but with the writer's grumpy handyman, Gerry. The men are attracted to one another, and late nights and isolation forces them to talk, so their attraction grows. When the weather worsens, creating more problems that endanger the two men's lives, they have to depend on one another for survival.

 

 Will Alex be able to thaw the Iceman's heart and find the love he has searched for or will the deadly snowstorm and secrets end their relationship permanently? 

 

Product Details

BN ID:	2940165259388
Publisher:	M.J. Calabrese
Publication date:	04/01/2021
Sold by:	Draft2Digital
Format:	eBook
Sales rank:	336,208
File size:	322 KB

About the Author

My mother now regrets her fateful words she offered the day I came home from our small town library in Palm Springs, California (yes, I’m a Cali girl) complaining that there were no more books to read. “Then why don’t you write some.”

My father never saw his old Remington portable until I entered college and they gifted me an IBM Selectric. By then I had produced at least two dozen unpublishable novels which make me cringe when I read them today.

                I found inspiration in innumerable odd jobs (from migrant work as a Date palm pollinator to the person who cleans the washing machines at the launderette to professional Dominatrix) for stories. After a stint in Rehab for Alcohol and Heroin abuse (so when I write those scenes, I know what I’m talking about), I cleaned up and have stayed that way for 29 years. (Me and Sir Elton, LOL). My gypsy lifestyle gave me a unique perspective on the different people who inhabited the Washington, Oregon, Arizona, California, and New Mexico areas where I have lived.

                After 3 very bad marriages to men, I finally figured out what was wrong and fell in love with a woman when I lived in Portland, OR 23 years ago. We’ve been married since 2008 (yes it was legal in California at that time). We now live in Asheville, NC and love the people in this liberal and accepting corner of the mountains of North Carolina.