These boys have an axe to grind.
Home for the holidays for the first time in five years, Clayton Osborne steps off the plane with a chip on his shoulder and a suitcase full of grief…only to come face to flannel-covered chest with his worst nightmare. It’s Jake Carver, his high school nemesis and guilty crush. Clayton never expected Jake to still be working on his family tree farm. Of course, now that he’s older and wiser, it will be no problem to ignore Jake’s axe-swinging, barb-slinging, larger-than-life presence. Right?
Jake Carver loves his work, running NorthStar Tree Farm like it was his own. He’s let other things in his life fall by the wayside as he poured everything he had into his job. Until Clayton Osborne, star of his teenage dreams and his greatest regret returns home as beautiful and feisty as ever. If Jake just keeps his head down and focuses on his work, he can make it through the holidays without revealing his lingering feelings for Clayton. Right?
The mountains of North Carolina ring with more than Christmas bells when boyhood enemies collide as men. Long-buried feelings blossom and grow while the pair work side by side to save the farm, until Clayton must confront his obligation to return to his job in Chicago. He’s going to have to choose. Does he want his big-city life, or love in the mountains? All of this hinges on whether he and Jake can finally bury the hatchet. Can love overcome the years of conflict in their past?
With the help of a good old-fashioned Christmas miracle, it just might.7
They settled into a routine, spending the week setting up for the Jubilee and cutting trees for retail, Clayton organizing the office into a semblance of order while Jake decorated the house. Visiting Ma every other day.
There was no discussion of it, but they fell into a pattern of eating every meal together before long, breakfast standing in the kitchen, lunch out by the barn, dinner at the table.
Clayton worked through Ma’s patched-together home cookbook, flipping through stained, sticky pages to find old favorites.
On Thursday, he stood stirring a pot of Brunswick stew when the creak of a floorboard alerted him to Jake peering over his shoulder.
He held out a taste on the cracked wooden spoon, steam thickening the air between them.
Jake ducked his head, pausing at Clayton’s hissed “Careful, it’s hot,” and nodded slowly before blowing on the spoon, letting Clayton slip it between his full lips with a satisfied hum. The resulting flutter in Clayton’s stomach had nothing to do with food.
The sweet, building comfort of domesticity started ringing alarm bells in Clayton’s head, warning him to make a reality check before he fell too deeply into the fantasy.
That was how he found himself sitting up in bed, scrolling idly through his favorite dating app just to take a look at the local scene since he’d been gone.
Plenty of attractive guys, but he couldn’t muster up any enthusiasm, passing on every one without a second thought.
Until he came across a profile picture that stopped him in his tracks, the air freezing in his lungs.
There, on his screen, right in front of his face, was a set of abs Clayton could have picked out of a lineup.
In poor lighting.
During a snowstorm.
A familiar canvas of warm skin scattered with tiny tight black curls, every muscle defined and exaggerated to absurd proportions. Dark-brown freckles across his broad shoulders with a thin, jagged scar stretched across his collarbone and a birthmark in the shape of Australia just above his Adonis belt on the left side.
Jake freaking Carver had a profile on here. Under the name “MountainMan21.”
Clayton sucked in air with a ragged gasp, having spent far too long without taking a single breath, fixated on the image.
His radiator must be working overtime because the room was suddenly far too hot.
A thrill went down his spine, old fantasies resurrected like a phoenix from the flames. Memories of working the farm with Jake in the summer during high school, his shirt magically evaporating and leaving Clayton as hot and sweaty as the sun beating down on their heads.
But then reality set in, along with building, brewing anger.
Just like the way Clayton had usually cooled off in those days when Jake had shoved him into the filthy pond, laughing as he sputtered in the mud.
What if this wasn’t really a profile?
What if it was a trap? He’d read about that happening sometimes. Guys making fake profiles to lure unsuspecting people and beat them or worse.
Was Jake involved in something nefarious?
Clayton didn’t want to believe it; Jake had mellowed so much as an adult, giving no hint that he bore Clayton any ill will for his sexuality. Acting so sweet with his ma.
But this. It came out of nowhere.
Clayton was going to have to get to the bottom of it.
After he scrolled through the rest of these pictures.
Cheese crisps, how many angles could one guy use to take pictures of his own abdomen? Not that Clayton was complaining about the view, but, wow.
He only hated himself a little bit for taking screenshots.
Warning: discussion of past homophobia and bullying. The MC inadvertently outs the love interest (only between the two of them). The story includes the depiction of an ailing elderly relative in hospital
All I kept thinking while I was reading this was: “Ooo Ooo Mr. Carter, Mr. Carter, pick me!” (laugh) The answers were right there, but everyone is so blinded by the past that they cannot see the tree farm for the trees.
A.C. Thomas gives us a second chance romance this holiday season with Burying the Hatchet. I will admit that while reading, I would not have been surprised if the hatchet had ended up buried in someone. (smile)
Thomas deals with some tough issues that range from the illness of a loved one, bullying, homelessness, and homophobia. Then they add in some holiday romance…oh and plenty of donuts. I will also confess to really wanting to go to the jubilee, it sounds so cool and a lot of fun.
A carnival, christmas lights, hot cocoa, and even a miracle make up Burying the Hatchet. How can you not like a holiday romance that has all that? You can’t.
I received an ARC of this book and I am writing a review without prejudice and voluntarily.
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Publisher: NineStar Press, 9781648901607, 7 December 2020
Editor: Elizabeth McKay
Series: N/A; Settings: North Carolina, US
Pages: 127; Sex: Rated R
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