Christmas Present m/m, paranormal, holiday,
self
November 12, 2019
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Christmas Present by Kim Fielding
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Book blurb:
A modern gay-romance twist on Dickens.
Lewis loves his holiday job. As the Ghost of Christmas Present, he guides people to improve their lives. Sure, he’s a little lonely at home in Minnesota, but Fezziwig the cat keeps him company.
When Lewis is spirited to California one Christmas Eve, he meets Sammy, an ex-lawyer who seems to already have his life in order. Lewis and Sammy share Korean fried chicken and a brief fling, but distance and career obligations appear destined to thwart anything permanent.
Maybe this year, Lewis is due for a special gift of his own.
Excerpt:
When his vision cleared, he found himself on a sidewalk in front of a strip mall. That was odd. He usually ended up in someone’s living room. Although it was nighttime, the air carried only a faint chill, and Lewis was too warm under his heavy cloak. California, he guessed; not enough humidity for Florida. And besides, this mall seemed to consist entirely of Asian restaurants: Thai, Taiwanese, bubble tea, northern Chinese, sushi, a ramen place. Most of them appeared to be open, but the parking lot held only a scattering of cars.
Where the hell was Lewis supposed to go and who was his target? Had there been a bug in the system? That idea unsettled him. He’d never before questioned the trustworthiness of whatever it was that sent him on his jobs. But if it was fallible, that meant he could get stuck somewhere far from home. Or worse, stuck in the terrifying in-between.
“Get a grip,” Lewis muttered. And then because no other course of action came to mind, he stepped into the nearest restaurant, a Korean fried chicken place.
At six foot nine, almost four hundred pounds, and with his long coppery hair and flowing beard, Lewis tended to make an entrance wherever he went, year-round. But dressed as he was now? He was a spectacle.
The restaurant’s few patrons all gaped, and a young woman with a tray of dirty dishes stopped in her tracks. Everyone was so still that Lewis began to wonder if he really was caught in some kind of time glitch. But then someone peeked out from the kitchen: first a thatch of unruly dark hair, then a pair of wide eyes, and then… a broad smile. The owner of those white teeth emerged entirely and trotted over.
“Hi. I’m supposed to say ‘Welcome in.’ That’s, like, the trendy thing, right? But I’m not the trendy type, so let’s skip it. Table for one?”
Lewis blinked a few times. The man was in his mid-thirties, Lewis guessed, slender and tall—although still far short of Lewis’s towering frame. He wore a black T-shirt with the restaurant’s cartoon-chicken logo, blue jeans, and a pair of hot pink Converse high tops. Those shoes reminded Lewis of what he currently lacked.
“Uh, never mind.” He backed up a step. “I, uh, forgot my shoes.”
The guy looked down, but the long cloak dragged on the floor, and Lewis’s feet weren’t visible at all. The guy’s mouth quirked. “It’ll be our secret. I don’t think any health inspectors are gonna show up at nine forty-five on Christmas Eve.”
“Forgot my wallet too. I’m sorry.”
Lewis turned to leave, but the man caught his sleeve. “No worries. Look. It’s been a really slow night, we’re gonna close in twenty minutes, and there’s way too much product back there.” He jerked his head toward the kitchen. “Let me bring you some chicken.”
Lewis knew he should refuse. He was supposed to be working, not eating, and his temporary inability to pay was embarrassing. But the food smelled great, and as usual, he was hungry. The man who still held Lewis’s sleeve had kind brown eyes and plump pink lips.
“I can send you the money later, after I get home.”
“No big deal. Consider it a holiday gift.”
“You don’t even know me.”
The guy stuck out his hand, and Lewis found himself shaking it. “Sammy Park. Now you know me.”
“Um… I’m the Ghost of Christmas Present.”
Ignoring Lewis’s wince, Sammy chuckled. “You feel pretty solid for a ghost.” He was still clasping Lewis’s hand.
“I’m not the dead kind of ghost.” Yeah, that made sense.
“Clearly. Otherwise you wouldn’t want any chicken. C’mon, Ghost. Have a seat.”
About the Author:
Kim Fielding lives in California and travels as often as she can manage. A professor by day, at night she rushes into a phone booth to change into her author costume (which involves comfy clothes instead of Spandex and is, sadly, lacking a cape). Her superpowers include the ability to write nearly anywhere, often while simultaneously doling out homework assistance to her children. Her favorite word to describe herself is “eclectic” and she finally got that fourth tattoo.
Kim donates all royalties from her self-published works to Doctors Without Borders.
Baking with family and friends.
This looks like a fun read. Is korean fried chicken different than american?
Building a gingerbread house with the kids… and now with grandkids!
When we were growing up, my mother would fill our stockings with cheap gifts from the dollar store & such. Every day for a week leading up to Christmas, she’d let us open one. There was just something about it that made the build up to Christmas really fun. A tradition I’d recommend to everyone with kids.
My favorite holidays tradition is letting the kids open a gift on Christmas Eve.. which is always a new pair of Christmas PJS 🙂
To have a family gathering.. some times with extended family.
My favorite holiday tradition is putting up the Christmas Tree.
My favorite holiday tradition is done in Christmas Eve when everyone in ym family gathers for dinner, secret Santa game & lots of laughter with love. This year will be a tough one because my mom & brother are no longer with us ????
Ghost of Christmas Present..
Sign me up. This sounds like the perfect Christmas gift!
Gathering with the whole family for a meal a couple of days before Christmas.
My favorite Xmas tradition is watching my husband decorate every year. He’s in his mid 70’s and the joy of Christmas has never dimmed. At least, he doesn’t get on the roof anymore!
This sounds incredible!