When physics grad student Fielding Monroe and skirt-chaser and football player Mick Colman become college housemates, they’re both in for a whole new education. Mick looks out for the absent-minded genius, and he helps Fielding clean up his appearance and discover all the silly pleasures his strict upbringing as a child prodigy denied him. They become best friends.
It’s all well and good until they run into a cheerleader who calls Mick the ‘best kisser on campus.’ Fielding has never been kissed, and he decides Mick and only Mick can teach him how it’s done. After all, the physics department’s Christmas party is coming up with its dreaded mistletoe. Fielding wants to impress his peers and look cool for once in his life. The thing about Fielding is, once he locks onto an idea, it’s almost impossible to get him to change his mind. And he just doesn’t understand why his straight best friend would have a problem providing a little demonstration.
Mick knows kissing is a dangerous game. If he gives in, it would take a miracle for the thing not to turn into a disaster. Then again, if the kissing lessons get out of hand they can always blame it on the mistletoe.
Blame It on the Mistletoe is one of the cutest, sweetest, HOTTEST gay-for-you stories I’ve ever read.
It is my last book in 2015 and I’m delighted it proved to be a 5-star read.
As for the story, the blurb says it all.
The characters are unique and adorable, the romance and the plot are brilliantly structured, the erotic scenes are heavily charged with emotions and seriously makes you hot – considering it is actually a gay-for-each-other story, it is very surprising – and they have the best first kiss ever. No, I’m not going to quote it. You have to read it yourself. But maybe I’m just reading it again now. For about the tenth time.
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