The Perfect Tree

Stocking Stuffers

by Kassandra Lea

The men from Wild Ride are back!The holiday season has rolled around and, with fond memories, Mica Kettrick retrieves his little fake tree from the attic. But his husband of only a few months, Forrest, refuses to have such an unnatural thing decorating their house, insisting their tree be real.With a little outside help, the boys soon discover love is about more than the branches of a tree.

20 pages, Kindle Edition

First published December 22, 2015

About the author

I have my mom to thank for so much. First of all, she fostered a love of reading. According to her I've been reading since I could hold a book and I got my first library card at age 3. Growing up I used to read 100 books a year, but of course, that doesn't happen as often since there's writing to do and a day job.

Secondly, I have to thank her for always pushing me to keep chasing my dream of being an author. Who else am I going to bounce ideas off of, and she helps me when I get stuck. Suppose you could say she's my biggest fan.

When I'm not writing I enjoy time with my dog, tending my garden, baking sweet treats, walking through crunchy fall leaves and blankets of cold snow, playing video games, and reading! I've a fondness for horses and blankets (is it possible to own too many?)

And yes, some days I still wish I was Batman.

Reviews

[Anita · Rating 3 out of 5]

So the blurb seems to indicate that the MCs in this book were in another book - which I can't find. Anyway, another little oddity from Ms. Lea. In the beginning, we meet Mica, who I believe ends a relationship and is now rather lonely. He celebrates Xmas with a sad little tree that seems reminiscent of Charlie Brown's threadbare tree. Then we are moved to present day and he's married to a wealthy rancher, Forrest. But Mica still has the sad tree. Just felt like something was missing between Mica's breakup and his marriage to Forrest. I did like the issues related to the tree. So much of our past informs our present and those possessions we drag from place to place have meaning that people don't often understand.