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    Snowed In: Suhaib and Elijah
    Snowed In: Suhaib and Elijah
    Snowed In: Suhaib and Elijah
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    Snowed In: Suhaib and Elijah

    By Michael P. Thomas

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    Suhaib isn't a big believer in barriers. Whether he's skinny-dipping on the clock at his hotel job or spilling uncensored details of his life story just to make conversation, he is who he is and he doesn't care who knows it.

    Elijah plays his hand a little closer to the vest, and Suhaib can't get his head around Elijah's reckless plan to drive through the worst blizzard to hit Oklahoma since statehood just to meet his sister's new baby.

    When the storm that brought them together picks up and keeps them together, key elements of Elijah's life story are forced to the fore, and Suhaib learns a good man is more than the sum of his parts ... and there are more roads to uncle-hood than he ever considered.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJMS Books LLC
    Release dateJan 5, 2019
    ISBN9781634867870
    Snowed In: Suhaib and Elijah
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    Michael P. Thomas

    Michael P. Thomas is a former flight attendant whose mid-life career change to 911 operator has shown him that the widespread fear of sharing and receiving love is a real emergency. He writes to spread love and encourage others to do likewise. And a little bit to scare the gay-haters. For more information, visit facebook.com/GoReadMichaelPThomas.

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      Snowed In - Michael P. Thomas

      Snowed In: Suhaib and Elijah

      By Michael P. Thomas

      Published by JMS Books LLC

      Visit jms-books.com for more information.

      Copyright 2019 Michael P. Thomas

      ISBN 9781634867870

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      No portion of this book may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the publisher, with the exception of brief excerpts used for the purposes of review.

      This book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It may contain sexually explicit scenes and graphic language which might be considered offensive by some readers. Please store your files where they cannot be accessed by minors.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously, though reference may be made to actual historical events or existing locations. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

      Published in the United States of America.

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      Snowed In: Suhaib and Elijah

      By Michael P. Thomas

      It was a dark and stormy night. Probably. It was almost eleven P.M., anyway, and it had been snowing to beat the band for two days. I couldn’t see a thing through the curtains of steam rising from the hot tub in which I was ensconced. All I knew was it was stormy enough that the hotel was empty for the second night in a row, and dark enough that the increasingly insistent ding ding ding! trying to fracture the tranquility of my soak was probably imaginary. We’d had twenty-nine inches of snow in twenty-two hours, according to Tulsa’s favorite weathergirl, Miranda Chen-Singh, and the forecast called for at least another day and a half of steady snow-dump from the skies; anybody banging away at the Ring Bell for Service at the front desk of a roadside hotel on this night needed psychiatric care a lot more than they needed a hotel room.

      And yet the dinging persisted. They’re gonna make me get out of this hot tub…I was not best pleased, but it was technically my job as a Guest Services Specialist, as my cousin-boss had emblazoned on my nametag, to provide a prospective guest with a modicum of service. And it was high time to refill my paper cup with hot chocolate from the lobby machine, so fine; I reluctantly raised myself from the one warm spot in Oklahoma, wrapped myself in a white hotel robe, my hair in a white hotel towel, and my feet in some white hotel slippers and, remembering my empty cup, I shuffled along the tiled corridor to the lobby.

      Ding ding ding!

      Yeah, yeah, I muttered, thinking unkind things about the sorts of people who clang for service while hotel employees are trying to enjoy a rare evening of solitude and hot chocolate. Do I come ringing your doorbell while you’re trying to take a bath? No, I do not. But this train of thought derailed when the bell buster, resting his palm for a spell, wandered into my field of vision at the end of the hall. I may well have gone and leaned on this dude’s doorbell at bath time, in the hopes of summoning him wet and naked to the door. He was a hunk!

      Or a substantially overweight ex-twink, a few more steps revealed. Big and beautiful, anyway, even if it wasn’t all gym muscle. With a swoop of blond bangs over a pink-cheeked baby face, and a big butt sloshing back and forth in a pair of gray running pants of the variety specialty-cut for a jock in name only whose running days are a ways behind him and are not running to catch up.

      I’m a sucker for a good-looking guy with a little meat on his bones, I guess is what I’m getting at, and I was indeed in a more service-oriented mood than I expected to be when I greeted him. I thought I heard somebody out here.

      It was me, he said.

      I see that now, I said around a smile. What the heck, if you don’t mind my asking, are you doing out here on a night like this?

      He rolled his lively blue eyes and hugged himself around the heft of his middle, as if to ward off the chill of any snow that might have blown into the lobby behind him. I’m trying to get to Arkansas. My sister lives there. It’s something of a family emergency.

      "With you out on the highway in this your family

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