Midwinter Night's Dream

BOOK: Midwinter Night's Dream
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Thanks to my beta readers Kate Rothwell, Jamie Fessenden, RJ Scott, Pam Ebeler, and Karen Ostrowski. I appreciate your kicking my ass to add a few new scenes!

As always, thanks and Merry Christmas to my husband Robert and girl child Rals.

Cover by the fabulous Reese Dante.

 

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The Mating of Michael (Sex in Seattle #3)

A Prairie Dog’s Love Song

Heaven Can’t Wait

The Lion and the Crow

 

From Eli Easton

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Blame it on the Mistletoe

Unwrapping Hank

How to Howl at the Moon

How to Walk Like a Man

 

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Published by Pinkerton Road

Pennsylvania, USA

First edition, November, 2015

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Midwinter Night’s Dream

© 2015 Eli Easton

Cover Art by Reese Dante

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Micah

"I predict that tonight is the night Micah Springfield finally falls in love. And the magic eight ball says…" Sloane shook the black paperweight with vigor and held it up. "The spirits agree! Ca-
ching
!"

I was squeezing my long dreads with a towel to dry them. I made a
pfft
sound. "Oh yeah? Well,
my
magic eight balls say: 'Odds are against it.'"

Sloane waggled his finger at me. "See! That just proves it. Because you always have to say something like that
hours
before you fall into the abyss. It's the Rule of Famous Last Words."

"You're goin' out with that theater chick, right?" Hank asked. My baby brother was slouched all over my bed, as usual, paying half-assed attention to the conversation as he read on the tablet Mom and Dad had gotten him for his birthday. It was probably some book on Eastern Philosophy. My butch-looking, muscle-bound baby bro was a regular Joseph Campbell.

"Yeah. Her name is Yasmine."

"Like I said, the theater chick. She's hot."

The lack of any real enthusiasm in his voice saved him from having the magic eight ball lobbed at his head. Still, Sloane made a face. "Excuse me? Beloved?"

Hank glanced up at his boyfriend and looked sheepish. "I mean… for a girl. If you're into that sort of thing. Which I'm not."

"No fighting or making out in my room. House rules," I reminded them with my
I-mean-it
voice. Because spontaneous eruptions of either, or both, were always a risk when Sloane and Hank were in the same room in the Delta Sigma Phi house. "And yes, Yasmine is hot. She's also very nice."

It was only a little bit strategic when I started up my blow dryer, cutting off further conversation.

Honestly, I was over how much time the dreads took to maintain. They'd gotten so long, they were almost down to my waist. They looked totally rad. And at this point, I'd had them so long, they were part of who I was—
Micah, the guy with the dreads
. I resisted cutting them off because, fuck it, I didn't want to look like everybody else. And people more or less knew where I was coming from before I ever opened my mouth.
That liberal, hippy guy.
And it was true, so it saved a lot of energy on my part. But the dreads were a pain in the ass to dry.

I was only wearing a towel, and my gaze roamed over my pale chest in the mirror while my hands were on autopilot doing the hair. Yasmine Armand. She was biracial and had beautiful carmel-colored skin, green eyes, and a light brown fro with braids. She was tall and slender, graceful-looking. She liked to wear African influenced clothes and jewelry, especially long tie-dyed skirts. And she was artsy. She was a junior majoring in Theater Arts.

She was, in other words, exactly my type.

This was our first actual date, but she'd been interested in me for months. She'd finally gotten tired of waiting for me to ask her out and invited me to a party tonight. I let girls chase me. I didn't get worked up about much of anything, except, maybe, stuff that related to my frat. I was president of the Delts, and the house was important to me. But otherwise, life is too short, you know? I like a girl in my bed as much as the next guy, but drama of any size, shape, or form—that I can do without. Besides, why expel effort when you don't have to? Women's lib, man. Let ’em fly the flag, pay their own way, show their nipples, have boy toys, and do the heavy lifting when it comes to relationships. I was 100 percent down with all that.

Behind me in the mirror, I saw Sloane wander over to my bed and flop down beside Hank. Hank looked up from his tablet, and they stared into each other's eyes. I could feel the sexual tension charge the air, so thick it nearly short-circuited my hair dryer. Oh for fuck's sake.

I shut off the dryer long enough to say, "Hey! No making out in my room."

Without a word, Sloane and Hank got up, their eyes already glazed over with lust. I laughed as the door slammed behind them.

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