All nine Finn and Wesley stories by best-selling author K.L. Noone together in one box set!
Living with former teen idol Finn Ransom isn’t always easy, but Wesley Kim is sure Finn’s worth it. His tidy, well-ordered, history-professor life sometimes collides with Finn’s love of candles, seasonal décor, and messy hobbies of the month, not to mention the acting life, as Finn’s working more again, after the injury that derailed his career.
Contains the stories: October by Candlelight, December with Peppermint, February Sugar, Tempests in April, Kisses for a June Afternoon, Under an August Moon, An October Question, December Beginnings, and Seasons.
NOTE: All of the stories are available as individual ebooks with the exception of "Seasons," which can be found in the author’s collection, Flashes.
EXCERPT FROM "October by Candlelight"
Two days later, on Saturday, a delivery arrived: three pumpkin-spice candles, a paperback copy of The History of Silver Age Superheroes, a zucchini, and a loaf of raspberry wheat bread. None of these had been on the shopping list tacked to the fridge, except Finn’s zucchini, which had a muffin-related destiny.
Wes, who’d answered the door and opened the package, considered this fact. “I’m not sure you’re allowed to buy things without me.”
Finn gave him a sorrowful-kitten look. Wes knew that look. He gave in to that look just about every time.
“Is this what living with you is like? It is, isn’t it? Not,” he added hastily, “that I mind.”
He didn’t. Not at all. This house had room for their combined eclectic library; Wes’s organized desk and an old guitar from his wayward college rock band days lived alongside Finn’s hobby-of-the-month origami and card-trick magic practice and ocean-themed coloring books, finding three-month-old harmony. The pool out back was good for Finn’s physical therapy and also just for floating around in, and they did a lot of that. These days Wes’s world was wondrous.
He lifted up a bright orange shape, turned it around. “More candles?”
“They were on sale,” Finn protested. He’d gotten up, and Wes nearly argued, but it seemed to be a good day; that wasn’t even much of a limp. “They smell like pumpkins. And autumn grass. And bonfire smoke. Here, I can help --”
“Yes, thank you,” Wes said, now juggling three candles and bread and zucchini and a book, trailing Finn into the kitchen. “You want pumpkins and bonfires in our house.”
“I’ll make cinnamon rolls with pumpkin cream cheese.” Finn was only half paying attention, entranced by autumnal temptation and finding gleaming silver to put candles inside. “Anyway you like pumpkin spice.”
“I’m not sure I want to, you know, breathe and eat pumpkin ...” He did love Finn, though. And he loved the sparkle in those huge eyes, diving into the world with full-on enthusiasm. “I can build a fire if you want. In our fireplace. For you.”
Finn set down the third candle. Smiled. “Come on, baby, light my fire.”
“Terrible classic rock puns,” Wes informed him, “mean absolutely guaranteed seduction,” and took a step forward, everything else shoved onto a countertop, hands finding and cupping Finn’s face, thumb skimming over a dimple because it was there and he could.
Finn looked at him, smiling, waiting; pure anticipation danced in every line of him, every lifted eyebrow. Wes kissed him for it, leaned down and conquered Finn’s beckoning mouth with tongue and lips and teeth, all of himself; and shifted closer, pressing Finn up against the counter, held securely.
