Taylish has his reasons for hating Christmas. He has enough of them that he's stopped counting. Oh he loves his husband and his father and until his Captain decided to transfer him to homicide, he loved his job. The year before his husband was rescued by some, hopefully, well meaning woman and both he and Taylish's father are convinced that he was saved by the ghost of Taylish's dead mother.
Great.
Tay doesn't believe in ghosts. He doesn't buy Christmas trees. He's so not expecting what's coming.
Oh my goodness! It's been so long since I updated here!
I'm still writing. I think I will always write. I'd so love to share my stories with you.
I also just want to put it out that I'm trans. Going into transition was so good for my life. It was as if I'd been living with gloves on all my life and nothing felt real and then suddenly, I could feel the texture of everything, both good and bad.
I know there's been some crazy in the romance world and it's scared me to death. So! I'm trans. Please don't be mean to me. I just want to share my stories with you! :)