Betty Johnson is lonely. It’s been thirteen years since her family has all been together for Christmas. She devises a plan to get them all home. Little does she expect the fireworks that ensue when the four oldest grandkids get together under the same roof.
Scott – the New York drag queen. He ran away from home over twelve years ago after his mother kicked him and his father out.
Catherine – Scott’s spoiled sister, who is married to Lizzie’s ex-husband and spends her days drinking vodka-laced lemonade.
Mike – who has been through culinary school and is in a three-way relationship with two other men.
Lizzie – who moved to New York five years ago after her divorce from Jerry. She’s now married to Sara.
Add in Scott and Catherine’s homophobic mother and grandmother and it’s sure to be a Christmas no one is apt to forget.
I am a straight great-grandmother living alone with my cat, Cleopatra, in an independent living facility for the elderly. I have four children, eleven grandchildren, and one great-grandson.
I started writing gay love stories in 2003 after meeting over 3,000 gay men on line who educated me to the plight of the LGBT community in America.
I’ve been told that because I believe gays can be Christian I’m going to Hell – well, I’d rather be there with my gay friends than in Heaven with some of the people who judge them.