Let It Snow by Abra Harrington

Forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest…

College freshman Riley Kendrick has always been attracted to Seth, a young man his parents adopted as a teen, and Seth’s wife, Carol; he’s convinced he’ll never have either of them. But when he catches them being intimate in his bed with only two weeks before Christmas, his lonely world is rapidly turned upside down.

“Let It Snow” is a deliciously steamy Christmas romance of 10,000 words. It ends happily, features a MMF bisexual ménage relationship hot enough to melt your e-reader, and does not depict tragedy or abuse in any way.

SKU: B079JQ4Y9B Categories: Contemporary, Erotica, Romance Tags: bisexual, m/m/f, menage

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About the author:

Who says a good romance can't be endearingly sweet and sinfully spicy at the same time?

Abriana "Abra" Harrington has a taste for the taboo alongside charming, inexperienced young men. She is committed to providing quality entertainment to those readers who need just a little bit more than "boy meets girl." Her favorite theme to write about is forbidden relationships that border on outright taboo, preferably in tandem with a torrid bisexual menage affair.

As far as the steam factor goes, Abra prefers to err on the side of romance—but if you're looking for something a little more tame, she publishes taboo-free romances under the pseudonym Jade Donovan. Or if you have a taste for the paranormal or fantasy, find her shamelessly hot furry romances under the name Kiona Willoughby.

Learn more about Abra's books at her website: http://abraharrington.com
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Here is a short sample from the book:

Christmas Eve arrived just ahead of a blizzard the size of New England. Riley barely made it to his parents' home before the blizzard picked up, whipping away visibility with a violent wall of white.
Riley kicked off his boots and called out as he unzipped his coat. "Mom? Dad?"
There was no answer, but he hadn't really expected one. His parents were probably picking up his grandparents at the airport, and Riley knew the blizzard would only slow them down further. He roamed the house just in case, and found it entirely empty.
In the kitchen, his mother had left a note alongside a veritable army of gingerbread men and Christmas cookies: Plane delayed. Should be home around five. Help yourselves! This was accompanied by several hearts and smiley faces.
Riley grinned. "Thanks, Mom." He helped himself to a peppermint pinwheel.
Hours crept by, and the storm worsened by the minute. Riley braved the elements to his beat-up Camry and gathered his presents to put them under the tree, then sat down at the kitchen table and opened one of his textbooks. He only noticed the passage of time when it became too dark to see clearly, and he was just turning on the kitchen lights when the front door opened. The wind howled into the house until the door was closed.
Assuming his parents and grandparents were home, Riley trotted out of the kitchen, through the dining room, and into the living room. He froze.
Seth and Carol were stepping out of the foyer, covered in snow and thoroughly windblown. They were bundled up, but all Riley could see were their naked bodies.
After staring for a horrified moment, he flushed and backed away, retreating quickly to the kitchen. His heart was thundering in his ears; he wasn't ready for this meeting yet.
"Mom?" Seth's voice echoed through the house. Riley could hear Seth and Carol speaking quietly, then there was silence. He leaned against the sink and stared out the kitchen window. He couldn't see
anything outside apart from driving ice and snow—not even the neighbor's house, and it was only a few yards away. He hoped fervently that his parents wouldn't be trapped out in the snow, that they would return soon and provide a buffer between himself and the last two people he wanted to see.
Seth's voice startled him from behind. "Where is everybody?"
Riley glanced behind him reflexively. Seth was leaning against the doorway, wearing a tight sweater and black slacks.
Riley turned and stared very hard out the window. "Picking up Grandma and Grandpa."
He couldn't banish the image of his brother and sister-in-law making love in his bed, and it was making him hard. He couldn't believe he was getting hard just by being in the same house as them. What was wrong with him?
"They'll be out all night in this weather. The highway is closed."
Carol appeared, and Riley glanced over his shoulder again.
"Nobody's here," Carol was saying, her gentle voice peaceful and pretty as always. She was wearing a surprisingly short skirt, given the weather. It showed off her legs beautifully.
"They're out picking up our grandparents," Seth informed her.
"They're still out in this weather?" Carol's sweet face creased with concern.
"They'll be fine, babe," Seth said.
Riley couldn't take it anymore. He schooled his face into what he hoped was an expressionless mask and turned, stalking past Seth and Carol. He considered it a victory when he managed to avoid looking directly at either of them.
"Riley…" Carol murmured, reaching out for him.
Riley twitched his shoulder away from her hand and kept walking, striding through the living room and jogging upstairs. He located his childhood bedroom and closed the door firmly between himself and the two exhibitionist bastards downstairs.