Whoever it was that said that money can't buy you happiness had hit the nail smack dab on its head. Ellis Carmichael had made his millions before the age of twenty. His patented internet site, hotexpectations.com was almost an overnight success. It was the main go to social site for gay men to meet and mingle; a very exclusive member's only website where the gay and bi-curious Sugar Daddies discreetly used to hook up with the Sugar Babies of their dreams. Now, a little over ten years later with thousands of matches made, making Ellis one of the wealthiest bachelors out there. He is now 34 years old, still single, and feeling very much alone at the top of his world. Ellis' mood took a nosedive with the realization that the holidays fast approaching and with it came all the festivities that just seemed to rub salt deeper into the gaping wound of his lonely heart. Especially Christmas, a day that only served to remind him of just how alone he was and he vowed to skip the tortuous celebrations this year altogether. All those happy people putting themselves in debt buying gifts, all the music and decorations, and especially all the happy couples and loving families on every corner you turn. That was Ellis' plan until one frigid evening after leaving his office; his driver and car nearly plowed over a little vagrant with stunning green eyes trying to cross the busy city street. Ellis' heart may be a little jaded but he was human, and he stopped to make sure that the boy who was literally swimming in his much larger threadbare jacket was uninjured. The little beauty was protectively clutching a little collection pot for the homeless. And something inside of Ellis had to make sure the young man was alright. Little did Ellis realize that he has just run into his Christmas Miracle...There will be no Bah Humbug for him or his little green eyed elf this year.

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***This story is Manxman and it is rated R for sexual content! If you are bothered by that then please do not read. I will not tolerate any ignoramous comments about how wrong it is. You have been warned so simply back away slowly or turn and run like hell but do not message me in disgust or complaint if you choose to read and see something you don't want to! **** Will is running from more than just the man who held him prisoner, he is running from the memories, the pain, the knowledge of what he's been made to do and the way he's been used. Running away at night seemed the logical choice until he found himself running straight into a blizzard and realized that he'd die of cold out there alone--but at least he would die free. Turner has all he wants in his sanctuary up in the mountains. His horse, his mule and his trust coonhound, Beaux, are the only company he desires. Three years he'd been alone and tried telling himself that he was content but all that changes the day he finds a dying man in a snow bank. Neither of these men were looking for love but what better way to make fate laugh than to talk about your own plans... and there's just something that happens, some magic in the air, when it's Christmas time, you're fighting attractions and you find yourself snowed in.

"Being an ass - can get your ass in trouble." Nolan both anticipates and dreads hotshot skier Lane Cassiter's annual appearance at the Winterhaven ski lodge where Nolan works. His natural physical attraction to the guy is offset by his internal disdain of Lane's bigot attitude. When Nolan is caught in the cross-hairs of Lane and his friends, a wager is made that might just get him the one thing he never dreamed possible -Lane Cassiter in his bed. But when circumstances arise that instigate Nolan to propose a counter-offer that involves both his and Lane's best friends, events take an unexpected turn that catches them all in a whirlwind of confused emotions and unexpected realities.

Monroe talks an awful lot for someone who was born without vocal chords and has only one friend who knows sign language. Her neighbor, Remington throws Christmas parties an awful lot for someone who doesn't know the first thing about decorating. They both know that the holidays can be prickly sometimes, but with with each other, they discover that it doesn't have to be that way.

Estelle Richards' parents don't celebrate Christmas. She doesn't feel like she's missing out on anything - she's just used to it by now. After a tragedy convinced her to follow her parents to New York about a year and a half ago, she's spent her previously outgoing life in the quiet. And she likes it. She likes it a lot. Noel Pearson is only tolerable on the subject of two things: his younger sister and Christmas. Since the latter is rushing up to meet them, he's determined to put on his brightest smile. But when he hears that there's a freshman girl who has never had a Christmas in her entire life, he decides that she's his next challenge. There's just one problem: he's got less than a month. Can he really teach Estelle Richards how to love Christmas in just twenty-five days? ▲▼▲▼▲▼▲▼▲ Warning: this is a cute, cliché Christmas story. Read at your own risk! ChickLit #30 [02.12.14] Teen Fic #210 [18.12.14]

A gift for the holidays - culled from the novel LEGACIES, this fix has long been a favorite of Repairman Jack fans. If you've never read a Repairman Jack story, this is a great place to start. The kids in the Children with AIDS center have little going for them, but a lot of kind people have donated presents to brighten their Christmas... until someone steals them. The police say they'll look into it but they're busy with more serious crimes. The solution is to send someone outside the law in search of the presents. Repairman Jack gets the call...

"Hey Elle," Gavin said in a low tone, wiping the counter clean. "I bet a month's worth of dirty dish duty that you can't turn Scrooge into Santa's head elf in three weeks." Noelle Winters loves Christmas. She loves catching snowflakes on her tongue on snow days, reading by the fireplace with a big cup of hot cocoa. Christmas displays in toy shops and department stores make her happy. She loves how families get together and celebrate during the most wonderful time of the year. Christmas has this jolly, comfortable, warm, cozy, feel to it that makes her want to bury herself in knitted sweaters, light Christmas scented candles and sing Christmas carols in the middle of town square. With the cheery atmosphere in Fairview, who wouldn't join in on the holiday festivities? Oliver Hastings. He hates Christmas. Loathes it. He hates how bright the lights are and how everything in town seems so whimsical and enchanted. It all makes him want to puke. He claims that celebrating the holidays are useless and a waste of his time. So what happens when Elle's boss hires Oliver to work at Gingersnaps? A nuclear explosion of candy canes and sugar plums, that's what. She knows that no one's supposed to be unhappy on Christmas. Not even the grumpy Christmas hater named Oliver. With the help of her best friend Carol, she writes a list of things to try and get Oliver in the spirit. She's determined to show him what he's missed out on so far like; "Go ice skating", "Have a snowball fight", and "Sing Christmas Carols". She has 22 days and she's up for the challenge. last tracked achievements: humor #18 [28/12/14] teen fic #69 [15/12/14]

It's them against the world- even if they don't know it yet. Danny’s mute. He’s anorexic, he’s rich, he wears all black, he loves his music. He's a closet gay. He’s extremely self-conscious and hides from reality. Olivier’s deaf. He’s dirt-poor, he’s constantly hungry, he wears his clothes from the Salvation Army. He doesn’t care what anyone thinks of him, and he might as well wear a shirt that states that he likes guys. But they have three things in common: their love of poetry, peppermint mochas, and most importantly, their love for each other. No one ever said that loving your polar opposite would be easy.

Holly Richardson and I have completely different ideas of what a perfect Christmas would be. On her end of the spectrum, it’s a winter wonderland that smells like ginger and nutmeg, where everyone sings and holds hands all day, whereas I would like to spend this day in bed, by myself. I’ve never really loved Christmas; it’s just never been a big deal. * * * Joseph has never been a crazy holiday fanatic, like his best friend (and long time crush), has always been. So when Holly plans a perfect Christmas for him, he doesn't know what to expect.