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Genre: Contemporary, Hockey
10 siblings, 7 fish courses, 6 hockey players, 5 cousins, 4 calling birds, 3 spouses, 2 houses & 1 night that changes everything.
Betrayed by first his body and then his girlfriend, Liam O’Reilly, assistant coach of the Seattle Thunder, is not having a very merry Christmas. So when a smoking hot hockey player in a Santa suit offers himself up like a present begging to be opened? Well, it’s a freaking Christmas miracle.
If only the man in question wasn’t hockey’s own bad boy, Joey ‘the Looch’ Luciano, his best friend’s little brother and the same kid who used to trail behind Liam like a loud, mouthy shadow.
Whatever. Wrong as it might seem, a one-time hookup with Joey is exactly what he needs to make the yuletide gay. By tomorrow, he’ll be back in Seattle, Joey will be in New York, and his troubles will be miles away.
But as Christmas Eve becomes Christmas Day, Joey weaves his way past all Liam’s defenses, and Liam starts to see the sensitive, caring man behind the cocky smirk.
When the last present is opened and the Christmas lights go dark, will Joey and Liam's night together be just another Christmas memory or can the holiday magic they made survive the pressures of the real world?
Boy Toys is a heart-warming Christmas story featuring the inappropriate use of a Santa suit, sibling bribery, and ninety separate instances of the f-word.
Also in this series:
Merry Christmas, Kiss My Ass
Even amidst the chaos of a combined Luciano-O’Reilly shared family Christmas, Joey Luciano could sense when Liam O’Reilly entered the house. The O’Reilly house, to be specific, though the party spilled out into the street and people moved freely between the side-by-side houses.
It could have been Liam’s height, his broad shoulders, or the bright gleam of the copper colored hair he shared with his four sibling. Or possibly it was the massive crush Joey had had on Liam since he was about twelve that kept him constantly attuned to Liam whenever they were in the same space.
Equally possibly, it was the way he bellowed drunkenly over the crowd of brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, nieces, nephews, significant and insignificant others.
“What in the name of all that is holy is she doing here?” Liam yelled, pointing the woman who was, as far as Joey knew, the same woman he’d been dating for the last four years. The one who lived in the house while she did whatever she did that was keeping her from moving to Seattle with Liam.
Come to think of it, hadn’t she left hours ago to pick Liam up at the airport? Joey knew she had, because he had fought with low-key for the opportunity. She’d insisted she had to pick Liam up because they had to talk.
But it was three in the afternoon already. She’d been back for at least an hour and this was the first he was seeing of Liam. That must have been some talk.
“I live here, fucktard,” Michelle yelled right back.
“Watch your mouth!” both their mothers called at the same time.
Carrying a giant pot of deep fried calamari so fresh it had been swimming happily in its tank this morning, unaware of its destiny as the most popular appetizer of the night Jean Luciano pushed her way through the door past Liam.
He swayed on his feet as she did, grabbing the doorframe with his black leather gloved hands to stay upright.
His face was red from the effects of the cold and the vat of alcohol he must have drunk, the knot of his purple tie yanked down, but the vest of his three piece dark gray suit was still tightly buttoned across his broad chest.
Luciano and O’Reilly siblings converged from all corners off the huge dining room/kitchen/living room combination that made up most of the first floor. There were benefits of having six professional athletes, a cop, and an ER nurse on hand for a family gathering. Not the least was their catlike ability to move quickly through a crowd.