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Title: Winter Heart
Author: B.G. Thomas
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Release Date: 10/21/2016
For over ten years, Wyatt Dolan defined himself as the lover of Howard Wallace. Howard made sure Wyatt’s self-worth depended on that role. So when Howard dumps him, he is lost at sea in a storm without a rudder. If it wasn’t for his supportive friends, he doesn’t know what he’d do. Finally, after a series of disasters, he escapes to Camp Sanctuary—a sacred place to him—where he can be alone, try to put his past behind him, and find a new direction for his life.
Kevin Owens is a lonely man. He is very intelligent—several apps he created have gone on to make him a comfortable living—but he is also quite shy and is uncomfortable making conversation. The death of his dear friend and former lover after a long illness leaves him grieving, confused, and adrift. Then a dream guides him to Camp Sanctuary, only to find that the one cabin with a wood-burning stove has already been reserved. And worse, by a man he’s had a secret crush on for years—Wyatt Dolan.
When a snowstorm knocks out power at the Camp, Wyatt and Kevin must share the same cabin to stay warm, and very soon, magickal things begin to happen.
Tales from the Bathtub
The other day my dear friend Paulle calls me. She is one of my oldest friends. Oldest as in long term, not age. Well, come to think of it, what with my age and the fact that she is ten years older than me, maybe it’s both. But I digress….
Paulle: Hey, Little Bear. How are you?
Me: Fine. How’s by you?
Paulle: Still kicking. Still planning on it too. What are you up to?
Paulle: Oh! Should I hang up and let you get to it then?
Me: I answered the phone didn’t I? I love talking to you. Besides, I need a little break.
Paulle: Cool. Things have been interesting for me lately. It’s going to be a busy month. Going to go see Shin Godzilla on the 15th and—
Me: Shin what?
Paulle: The new Japanese Godzilla movie. Except it’s Shin Godzilla. I think it’s called Godzilla Resurgence or something here in the US. Then there’s Comic Con on the 21st, and then I am volunteering for the Cat Happy fund raiser on the 29th….
Me: The what?
Paulle: Fundraiser and big adoption event for the cat rescue center here in Grand Rapids…. It’s a cake sale and Halloween party. I’ll be dressing up as an elf from The Shannara Chronicles. I’ll be in the big open room of cats giving out candy.
Me: They don’t rescue dogs?
Paulle: No. It’s a cattery. No dogs there. The dogs have another building. I think they’re doing the dog party in November. Bissel donated one of their old warehouses to the rescue foundation here.
Me: What is Bissel?
Paulle: Only one of the largest maker of home appliances in the nation, Ben. Vacuums and such.
Me: Oh. Vacuums. People sweep floors, don’t they?
Paulle: Most people. It’s a good idea you know. And…. Wait. What’s that sound?
Ben: What sound?
Paulle: That echoey, trickling sound….
Ben: Oh! That…. That’s the bath water running.
Paulle: Oh my God! Have I caught you in the bathtub again?
Ben: I love to write in the tub! It worked for the Romans!
Paulle: Half the time we talk, you’re naked. People will say we’re in love!
Ben: (laughs) Most of the time, Paulle. Except during the late fall and winter, I’m naked at home anyway. It took my husband a year to remember to peek in the house before strolling in with friends. If I’m not in writing in the tub, I’m writing in the living room. Naked .
What can I say? And speaking of late fall and winter, this week my new novel, Winter Heart (the final novel in my Seasons of Love series) is being released! At last! At long last! This sucker took me over a year to write and is one of the most deeply personal books I’ve ever written. There is a lot of me in Wyatt, aka “Little Bear!” And yes, I wrote a lot of it from the tub….
Wyatt woke to darkness.
What time is it? he wondered.
He glanced in the direction of his alarm clock but couldn’t see it. Where was it? He reached out and felt for it. It must have gotten turned around. But when he did find it, turned it this way and that, he saw that it wasn’t working.
Had a circuit blown? Had he lost power?
He got up and stumbled around. It wasn’t pitch-black. There was cool white light coming from around and under the shades he’d drawn. So it was morning, then. He found the chains that hung from the combination light and ceiling fan and pulled the one with the little plastic fairy attached to the end and… nothing. He pulled it again. Still nothing.
Had he turned the light off with the switch by the door?
Wyatt made his way there. His eyes were adjusting, and he could now make out the ghost images of the little table, chairs, the bunk beds against one wall, the two beds by the door. When he got to the door, he flicked the switch and again, nothing.
He looked outside to see if the big yellow light over the porch was on. Flicked switches. Nothing.
That was when he saw the snow.
“Goddess,” he whispered.
He opened the door.
“Oh!” he said with a little cry and thought of Snedronningen, the Snow Queen.
It was no two inches of snow before him, as had been predicted by the weatherman.
No, what he was seeing was at least two feet of snow. Maybe three. Why, there was a foot piled like little white walls on the cabin’s porch railing. He could hardly see the stove that sat on the porch, even though it had been sheltered under the porch awning. Snow was piled at least a foot against the screen door. It was almost scary-looking.
He pushed at the screen door, trying to open it. The screen bowed, making him worry it would break. It didn’t. And he managed to get it swung to the side enough for him to stand sock-footed on a pie wedge of cleared porch and look down at the south-facing steps. It was a slope. He couldn’t see steps at all. The slope went about halfway down and then leveled out into a vast plain of white. The little bear statue he’d placed there was only a slight hump. He couldn’t see anything but trees and snow. The chairs around the fire pit to the south of the cabin were only bigger humps.
“Oh my…,” he said to the early morning air, and his words turned into a white fog about his face.
Wyatt glanced up at the porch light again.
“The power lines must be down,” he said aloud and was once more enveloped in white fog.
White, white, white, as far as he could see. There was not so much as a bird hopping across the surface. No little paw prints of squirrels or raccoons or other woodland creatures. It made him feel lonely again. Surreal. For a moment he wondered if he was still asleep and dreaming a new dream.
That was when he heard the mild mechanical roar coming from the south. It was either a snow blower or…. A generator, Wyatt thought. Gryphon and Saff—the camp’s caretakers—must have a generator. They would have lights and heat and…
Shit! I’m letting my heat out!
He went inside and closed the door, then fumbled to the wood burning stove and put several logs inside. The very hot coals seemed to attack them with hunger, and they caught while he watched. He left the door open long enough to find a candle and then made a makeshift match with a twig and lit it. He had no idea where his lighter was. That’s what happened when you didn’t smoke. You misplaced lighters.
He held the glass pillar candle high and walked around the room, trying to spot more candles. He found a few stubby votives, burned mostly up, and two half-used taper candles on a window ledge, and that was it.
Then he discovered that even with all the shades pulled, there really was quite a bit of light in the cabin. It wouldn’t help tonight, but that was okay.
Wyatt’s stomach rumbled. He was hungry.
But there was no power. So no microwaved eggs this morning.
His eyes went to the little wood-burning stove. Of course, he thought. And there were a few frying pans. Buried in the snow on the porch maybe, but…. But no, there they were hanging on the wall over the stove. Had he brought Pam? Yes. He knew he had. Butter flavored.
Hey. This could be fun if he let it! He fought back the feeling of loneliness and the sneaking wave of melancholy that threatened. No! What was Max always saying? It was okay to feel something, but he didn’t have to let it control him. He would not let that feeling take him over. He would experience this to the full. Another adventure. After all, he wasn’t in danger. He had heat. He had some light at least. He had food. He had food he didn’t need to cook and a stove to cook the rest.
His iPod would last for hours, so he had music even if he couldn’t blast his boom box. He had an emergency charger. Had bought one after Gay Pride one year when his cell phone had run out.
Wyatt smiled. It wasn’t like he was trapped after all, right? Surely Gryphon would be using the Bobcat to clear the snow away. A day or so. And hadn’t he also said that when the lines had come down in the past, the longest Camp had been without power was a day or so?
No. He would make the best of it.
It really could be fun.
And that was when he remembered that there was one more person staying at Camp Sanctuary this weekend. He was in the cabin to the south. A cabin without power or a wood burning stove. The poor guy must be freezing!
What was there to do?
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About the Author
B.G. is a novelist and blogger. Every day last year he made and entry in his blog. “365 Days of Silver,” where he found something every day to be grateful for. You can find it right here: https://365daysofsilver.wordpress.com/
B.G. loves romance, comedies, fantasy, science fiction and even horror—as far as he is concerned, as long as the stories are character driven and entertaining, it doesn’t matter the genre. He has gone to conventions since he was fourteen years old and has been lucky enough to meet many of his favorite writers. He has made up stories since he was child; it is where he finds his joy.
In the nineties, he wrote for gay magazines but stopped because the editors wanted all sex without plot. “The sex is never as important as the characters,” he says. “Who cares what they are doing if we don’t care about them?” Excited about the growing male/male romance market, he began writing again. Gay men are what he knows best, after all. He submitted his first story in years and was thrilled when it was accepted in four days.
“Leap, and the net will appear” is his personal philosophy and his message to all. “It is never too late,” he states. “Pursue your dreams. They will come true!”
Visit his website and his author blog at http://bthomaswriter.wordpress.com/ where you can contact him. He loves to hear from readers and is always quick to respond. You can also find his Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/bgthomaswriter
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