About The Second Season
by Lee Pulaski
207 pages / 91000 words
ISBN:
978-1-60370-975-0
Available file types - html, lit, pdf, prc, epub, Sony-optimized pdf
Shilo David and Jeffrey Layton return in this sequel to The Colors of
Love and Autumn. The two of them beat the odds to find true love, with
the falling leaves in the Wisconsin woods to guide them. However, the
colorful leaves have long since vanished, and Shilo and Jeffrey must
face a new stage in their relationship.
The lovebirds return to Eagle River after a vacation to find Jeffrey's
home burned to the ground. The news is particularly chilling when it's
discovered the fire might be deliberate. With little alternative, they
decide to live together in Shilo's house, but they quickly discover that
loving each other under one roof is more challenging than they expect.
Despite this uncertainty and the veiled threat that stalks them in the
dead of winter, one question must still be answered. Is their love
strong enough to survive the ultimate step – marriage?
Review
Alexa Snow, author
of Clear Cut, writes: This book is a sequel to The Colors of Love and Autumn
and continues the story of Shilo David and his boyfriend Jeffrey Layton.
From Jeffrey's cousin Garrett to a series of difficulties apparently being
caused by someone in town who doesn't appreciate the fact that Jeffrey, a
police officer, is now out of the closet, there seem to be an awful lot of
bumps in the road between the couple and their happily ever after. They're
determined to be together... but are they ready to take their relationship
to the next level? And is the rest of the world going to leave them alone
long enough for them to get there?
The plot of this story is very evenly paced, with layers of events building
and then just as smoothly resolving themselves - this lends itself to a
comfortable reading experience and a sense of confidence in the author. It's
a great joy to be able to sit down with this kind of story, one that creates
tension for the characters without unsettling the reader. The characters are
well-rounded and charming, their relationships with each other interesting
enough to keep the pages turning even without the absorbing plot. This book
does a great job picking up where the previous one left off, and feels like
a logical next step. It's always pleasant to return to the lives of familiar
characters - in this case, it's particularly enjoyable. Definitely a title
that should grace your 'to be read' shelf!
Sample
The guys stayed in Pasadena one more night and set out
for home early on the second of January. Garrett drove a lot of the distance
to get used to driving the car. Shilo and Jeffrey took over every once in a
while to give the boy a break, but Garrett wanted to get in plenty of
experience. Even though he'd obtained his license on his 16th birthday, the
nanny had never trusted him to drive a vehicle.
For the most part, the weather was calm. However, once the guys made some
headway into Illinois on Jan. 3, a winter storm caught up with them. The
visibility got so bad that Garrett could barely see 20 feet in front of him,
so Jeffrey had him pull off the road at a Days Inn. Fortunately, there was
one room still available.
Jeffrey grabbed the luggage and brought it into the hotel. He stepped back
outside to call Trixie and let her know they were going to be delayed a
while longer, as they had planned on arriving in Eagle River in the early
morning, but now it was looking like at least mid-afternoon before the guys
could be back home. Trixie understood and said Mew would be waiting when
Shilo arrived.
Jeffrey turned to go back inside the room when he slipped on a patch of ice.
He managed to stop his fall by grabbing the railing, but he dropped his cell
phone in the process. The phone dropped three stories and shattered on the
sidewalk below.
"Aw, shit!" Jeffrey hurried down the staircase to where the phone lay in a
dozen pieces. It was beyond repair. Definitely not an added expense Jeffrey
needed right now. He scooped up the pieces of plastic and computer chips and
discarded them in a nearby garbage can. He walked into the room and closed
the door.
Shilo was on one of the beds watching television, but he looked over when
Jeffrey returned. "Hey, sweetie. What's wrong?"
"I dropped my cell phone down three stories, so we're minus one phone."
"No worries, Jeffrey. I still have mine. Did you get through to Trixie
before your phone committed suicide?"
"Yeah. She's okay with keeping Mew another night." Jeffrey looked around the
room and saw no sign of Garrett. "Where'd my cousin go?"
"He's in the lobby checking his e-mail. Do you think we're going to be able
to leave in the morning?"
"I'm sure we'll be fine. I just didn't want to try driving through a
snowstorm when it's dark out. The weatherman said the storm should be past
here by morning. How are you holding up?"
"All right. I miss my kitty, but having you here makes up for that."
"Hmmm. A cock taking the place of pussy. Isn't that what homosexuality's all
about?"
Shilo threw a pillow at Jeffrey. Jeffrey grabbed the pillow and advanced
toward Shilo as he tried to slip toward the bathroom.
"Now, Jeffrey. Don't you go doing something crazy now and…"
Jeffrey whacked Shilo in the shoulder with the pillow. He smiled smugly as
Shilo returned to the bed and grabbed the other pillow.
"If that's how you want to play, 'Sarge,' bring it!"
Shilo and Jeffrey clobbered each other with pillows for several minutes,
each scoring key hits. However, the pillow fight ended when Shilo tripped
and fell on the bed. Jeffrey descended on him and smacked him mercilessly
with his pillow. Shilo giggled and begged him to stop. Finally, Jeffrey
yielded and set the pillow down. Shilo snatched it and smacked Jeffrey on
top of the head. Jeffrey shook his head, knowing he set himself up for that
one.
"I'll teach you," Jeffrey said with a wicked grin on his face. He reached
over to the nightstand, where his handcuffs were sitting. While it was
unusual for a police officer on vacation to be carting around handcuffs,
Jeffrey had taken them along in the hopes of getting to try them out on
Shilo. He wrapped them around the metal railing that served as the bed's
headboard and locked Shilo's wrists tight.
Jeffrey smiled smugly, knowing he'd won, but then he noticed Shilo wasn't
smiling.
"Jeffrey, un-cuff me."
"Gotcha. Can't feather flog me now, can you?"
Shilo rattled the handcuffs. "Jeffrey, I'm serious. Get me out of this."
Jeffrey's smile was gone, too. "Shilo, what's the matter with…" Then he
realized. "Oh, shit."