
Part of Series
A drunken encounter. An unexpected reunion. How long can a newly single dad resist a bare-chested hunk of a housemate? Clayton My wife’s infidelity came as no surprise. However, I was surprised when she walked out of my life completely, leaving me to raise a tweenager grappling with puberty. Out of a job and under financial strain, I decided to rent out the extra bedroom in my basement. As soon as I met Jack, I knew I was headed for trouble, especially with the amount of time he spent shirtless. Jack At first I thought he was pretending, but the man I was about to rent a room from didn’t remember blowing me in a bathroom stall earlier this year. Normally, I’d be insulted, but it’s not like he was looking at my face. Then there was what I found behind the locked basement door. Once I saw that, there was no going back. I needed to show this sweet single dad that it was okay to take what he wanted, especially if it ended up with me on my back and a smile on my face. Jack Frosting is a gay, age gap, rom-com with cameos from Snow Balling. It is recommended to read the Snow Dates series in order. This holiday novella features a BDSM playroom, a “frosting” fetish, a reluctant top and an insatiable bottom.
Author

Finn Dixon is a full-time zookeeper in hot-as-balls Florida that writes hot-as-balls MM romance in his free time. A long-time fan of the genre, he is dipping his toe into the pool of sizzling and spicy writers already out there and hoping to score. If you liked that opening paragraph, or the self-deprecating sense of humor that came with it, you’ll love his style of writing. When he isn’t being sarcastic or trying to make someone laugh, he spends the rest of his free time charming the pants off his boyfriend, snuggling with two kitties, and pretending to garden (it’s Florida - it’s too damn hot out). Finn also likes watching gay films and shows with happy endings (giggity), playing Disney Dreamlight Valley and Pokémon Go, re-watching Jurassic Park and Clue, and travelling when he can afford it. And yes, I like jocks, but I promise all my books won’t be about them. Or will they?
