Steve Hunter, a wounded British Army Captain, is staring death in the face.
His isolated cottage in the wilds of Northumbria has become the prison he’d hoped to escape after returning home to the UK. A beloved dog, his singular companion, stands between him, whisky induced blackouts and the lure of the shotgun, locked away in the gun cabinet. Tormented by a past he can’t seem to deal with, and still struggling with his sexuality, Steve battens down the emotional hatches to withstand another brutal, northern winter.
The last thing he needs is to feel. Feel anything. Feeling means dealing with emotions that threaten to consume.
Joe Graham, a survivor of life, his soaking wet backpack carrying money he thinks is his, has no idea what he’s stumbled into. It’s a grey winter’s afternoon. Exhausted, injured, on the run, he finds shelter in a dilapidated farm building in the middle of nowhere. There’s a storm on its way, threatening Joe’s survival, but he’s prepared to take his chances after what he’s just fled from.
The two men encounter each other, one seeking mercy, the other seeking something deeper than happiness, and sharper than joy. As the winter storm rises, Steve and Joe must find a way to get through the winter without destroying each other. Between the darker edges of rejection and loss, can a miracle arise from the bleak snowscape…
Or will this be another winter for the lonely?
This is a male/male romance set against the backdrop of a Northumbrian winter, and contains generous quantities of soul searching and conflict, with enough sexual tension to precipitate an Arctic thaw.