The Christmas Spark (Erotic Romance Story)

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The coffee shop smelled of roasted beans, warm cinnamon, and something faintly sweet—vanilla, maybe. Outside, the snow fell in slow, lazy flakes, settling gently on the rooftops and the branches of the evergreens lining the street. The windows of Brews & Books fogged slightly from the heat inside, blurring the colorful Christmas lights strung across the town square.

Evan Hart sat at his usual table by the corner window, one hand curled around a steaming mug of black coffee. His other hand rested on a book he wasn’t reading, his thumb absently tracing the frayed edge of the cover. The book was old, a thrift-store find he’d picked up years ago—a collection of poetry he liked to revisit when his mind felt restless. Lately, it felt restless all the time.

He glanced outside, watching as a couple walked hand in hand through the snow, their laughter muted by the glass. The man held an oversized bag from the local bakery, and the woman leaned into his arm as if to soak up his warmth. Evan looked away quickly, a dull ache spreading in his chest.

“Still staring at strangers like a creep?”

Evan flinched at the voice, snapping his head toward the seat across from him. Connor was already sliding into the chair, his grin as wide and easy as ever. He shrugged off his coat, snowflakes clinging to his dark curls and the shoulders of his flannel shirt.

“I wasn’t staring,” Evan muttered, pulling his hand back from the book. “I was...thinking.”

“Sure you were,” Connor said, shaking his head. “Thinking about what? The meaning of life? The downfall of capitalism? Or—let me guess—the one that got away?”

Evan sighed, his shoulders slumping. He picked up his mug and took a sip, letting the bitter coffee burn its way down his throat. “Do you ever quit?”

“Nope,” Connor said cheerfully, leaning back in his chair. He studied Evan for a moment, his grin fading slightly. “You look like hell, you know.”

“Thanks,” Evan said dryly, setting the mug back down. “Just what I needed to hear.”

“I’m serious,” Connor said, leaning forward again. “You’ve been like this for weeks. Months, even. Staring out windows, moping around town, avoiding everyone. It’s not healthy.”

Evan clenched his jaw, his gaze fixed on the faint swirl of steam rising from his coffee. He knew Connor meant well, but that didn’t make the words any easier to hear.

“I’m fine,” Evan said finally, the lie heavy on his tongue. “I just need time.”

Connor snorted. “Time isn’t going to fix this, man. You need to get out of here. Do something. Anything.”

Evan didn’t respond. He didn’t have the energy to argue, and besides, Connor wasn’t wrong. He’d been stuck in a rut since the breakup—a rut so deep it felt like he was sinking.

A Push in the Right Direction

Connor tapped his fingers against the table, his expression shifting from teasing to thoughtful. “Alright,” he said finally. “You’re leaving.”

Evan blinked. “What?”

“You’re leaving,” Connor repeated, his tone firm. “I’m sending you away for a few days. Somewhere quiet, where you can clear your head and stop torturing yourself.”

“Connor—”

“No arguments,” Connor said, holding up a hand to cut him off. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, sliding it across the table. “There’s a cabin in the mountains. It’s quiet, private, and perfect for getting your shit together.”

Evan stared at the paper but didn’t pick it up. “You’re kidding.”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” Connor asked, his grin returning. “I already booked it. All you have to do is pack a bag and drive.”

Evan shook his head, the beginnings of a protest rising in his throat. But Connor gave him that look—the one that said he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“I can’t just leave,” Evan said weakly. “I have work.”

“It’s Christmas,” Connor said. “Nobody’s working. Besides, when was the last time you took a break? A real break, not just sitting in this café pretending to read?”

Evan didn’t respond. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone anywhere outside of town, let alone taken a vacation. The idea of leaving—of stepping away from everything, even for a little while—was tempting. But it also felt daunting, like admitting he couldn’t handle his own life.

“I don’t know,” Evan said finally, his voice quiet.

Connor leaned forward, his grin softening into something gentler. “Come on, man. You’ve been through a lot. You deserve this. Just...trust me, okay?”

Evan looked down at the paper again, the address scrawled across it in Connor’s messy handwriting. He could already feel the weight of the decision settling on his shoulders. But maybe Connor was right. Maybe a change of scenery was exactly what he needed.

“Fine,” Evan said, picking up the paper and folding it into his pocket. “But if this turns out to be a disaster, I’m blaming you.”

Connor laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “Deal. Now go home and pack. And don’t forget your toothbrush this time.”

Evan rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you later.”

Evan walked home from the café, the paper with the cabin address tucked firmly into his pocket. The snow had picked up, swirling around him in soft flakes that clung to his jacket and dark hair. The streets were quiet, the cheerful lights and holiday decorations standing in stark contrast to the heavy weight in his chest.

His apartment wasn’t far—a modest one-bedroom over the hardware store. It was small but functional, the kind of place you didn’t notice until you needed it. He climbed the narrow staircase to his door, fumbling with his keys in the cold before stepping inside. The air was still, the silence a reminder of just how empty it had felt lately.

He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, exhaling slowly. His eyes wandered to the corner where the Christmas tree had stood the year before. He and Mia had picked it out together, arguing playfully over which one was “the perfect height.” She’d wanted something tall and elegant, while he preferred something smaller, more manageable. In the end, they’d compromised, settling on a mid-sized tree that somehow managed to feel just right.

This year, there was no tree. No lights. No decorations. Just the faint echo of memories he couldn’t quite shake.

Evan shrugged off his coat and hung it by the door. He glanced at the clock on the wall—early afternoon, though the heavy clouds outside made it feel later. He considered unpacking the bag of books and groceries he’d bought earlier but decided against it. Instead, he crossed the small living room to the worn couch and sat down heavily, running a hand through his hair.

Connor’s words replayed in his mind. You need this. Just trust me, okay?

He sighed, pulling the paper from his pocket and unfolding it. The address stared back at him, as though daring him to go through with it. A cabin in the middle of nowhere—what was Connor thinking? It wasn’t like Evan was the outdoorsy type. He’d spent most of his life in this town, sticking to the things he knew. The idea of being completely alone, away from everything familiar, was equal parts terrifying and strangely appealing.

Evan leaned back, letting his head rest against the cushions. Maybe Connor was right. Maybe a change of scenery would help. It wasn’t like he had anything to lose.



Packing the Pieces

Evan didn’t own much, so packing didn’t take long. A couple of sweaters, jeans, thick socks, and his heaviest boots. He tossed in a scarf and gloves for good measure, along with his favorite book—the one he’d been pretending to read at the café. He hesitated before grabbing a framed photo from the shelf, one of him and Mia at the town fair last summer. Her smile was bright, her arm looped through his as they stood in front of the Ferris wheel. He set the frame back down.

Instead, he grabbed the thermos Connor had given him years ago, a battered thing with a dent near the bottom. It was scratched and faded, but it still worked. He filled it with coffee, packed it alongside his things, and zipped up the bag.

The drive up to the mountains wasn’t far—Connor had promised it was only a couple of hours. But the way the snow was coming down, it might as well have been on another planet. He checked the weather app on his phone, frowning at the blizzard warning blinking on the screen. The storm wasn’t supposed to hit until late tonight, though. If he left now, he could beat it.

With one last glance around the apartment, he slung the bag over his shoulder and locked the door behind him.



The Drive

The snow began to fall harder as Evan left the town limits, the familiar streets giving way to long stretches of empty road flanked by dense pine forests. The radio crackled faintly, caught between static and the faint strains of a Christmas carol. He turned it off, preferring the sound of the tires crunching over the snow and the rhythmic squeak of the windshield wipers.

His thoughts wandered as he drove, memories of Mia creeping in despite his best efforts to push them away. They’d met at a friend’s party, her laughter cutting through the noise like sunlight breaking through clouds. He’d been smitten almost instantly, drawn to her quick wit and easy charm.

The relationship had been good—for a while. They’d built a life together, balancing each other’s quirks and habits. But over time, the cracks began to show. Arguments about nothing turned into arguments about everything, and the warmth between them slowly faded into something colder, sharper. By the end, it felt like they were speaking different languages.

Evan tightened his grip on the wheel, shaking his head. It didn’t matter now. She was gone, and he needed to figure out how to move forward.

The snow thickened as he climbed higher into the mountains, the road winding through narrow passes and sharp curves. His phone lost signal about thirty minutes ago, leaving him alone with the sound of the storm building around him. The address Connor had given him was scrawled on a piece of paper on the passenger seat, but there were no road signs, no landmarks—just the endless expanse of white.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the cabin came into view. It was nestled in a small clearing, its dark wood exterior partially obscured by the swirling snow. Smoke curled lazily from the chimney, and the faint glow of light spilled from the windows, illuminating the porch and the neatly stacked pile of firewood beside the door.

Evan exhaled slowly, relief flooding through him. He pulled into the small driveway, but as he stepped out of the car, the wind whipped around him, stinging his face and making him shiver. The storm was picking up faster than he’d expected.

He grabbed his bag from the backseat and trudged toward the cabin, his boots sinking into the snow with each step. When he reached the porch, he raised a hand to knock but hesitated. What if Connor had been wrong? What if this wasn’t the right place?

Before he could second-guess himself, the door swung open, and Evan found himself face-to-face with a man who looked as though he belonged to the mountains themselves.

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[WrittenMuseum]

When does volume 2 come out .. I binge read volume 1. I need to know what happens next

OMG! Thank you so much for your support!!! And for your love sending to Logan and Evan! I am in process of writing many stories and busy this week. But Christmas spark is one of the story that a lot of people love and popular in my collection. So i think i will as soon as possible finish the vol.2 next week and it would published on my kdp before mid of december (but i will try my best to finish it soon!!) Thanks again!

 

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OMG! Thank you so much for your support!!! And for your love sending to Logan and Evan! I am in process of writing many stories and busy this week. But Christmas spark is one of the story that a lot of people love and popular in my collection. So i think i will as soon as possible finish the vol.2 next week and it would published on my kdp before mid of december (but i will try my best to finish it soon!!) Thanks again!

I will be waiting patiently .. I can’t wait!!

 

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I will be waiting patiently .. I can’t wait!!

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The Main Room

Evan was sprawled on the couch, his long legs stretched out and his back propped up against the armrest. He’d changed into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie, the soft material clinging to his frame in a way that drew Logan’s eye more than it should have. A steaming mug of cocoa rested on the table beside him, and he glanced up as Logan entered, a faint smile curving his lips.

“Hey,” Evan said easily. “You were in there a while. Thought you fell asleep standing up.”

Logan huffed a quiet laugh, his usual composure slipping into place as he crossed the room. “Takes more than a long shower to knock me out,” he said, his voice steady despite the lingering heat in his chest.

Evan grinned, shifting to sit up straighter as he gestured toward the second mug on the table. “Made you some cocoa. Figured it’d warm you up after all that chopping wood this morning. You know, in case your tough-guy act didn’t keep you warm enough.”

Logan smirked faintly, though he didn’t take the bait. He picked up the mug, the warmth seeping into his hands as he took a sip. The rich, slightly sweet taste filled his mouth, and for a moment, the tension in his shoulders eased just a little.

“Not bad,” Logan said, nodding toward the mug.

“Not bad?” Evan echoed, feigning offense. “That’s gourmet hot chocolate, I’ll have you know. You’re welcome, by the way.”

Logan chuckled softly, shaking his head as he leaned against the edge of the table. His sharp blue eyes flicked to Evan briefly, catching the way the younger man’s expression softened as he watched Logan.

Evan tilted his head slightly, his brow furrowing. “You okay?”

The question caught Logan off guard, his fingers tightening slightly around the mug. “Yeah. Why?”

Evan shrugged, his gaze steady. “You just... seem different. Quieter than usual.”

Logan huffed a laugh, though it lacked its usual edge. “Maybe I’m just tired.”

“Maybe,” Evan said, though his tone suggested he didn’t entirely believe it.

They fell into a comfortable silence, the crackle of the fire filling the space between them. Logan stared into his mug, his thoughts still tangled despite his best efforts to push them aside. He could feel Evan’s presence beside him, the quiet warmth of the younger man’s attention both grounding and unsettling in ways Logan couldn’t explain.

Evan leaned back against the couch, his expression thoughtful. “You know,” he said after a moment, his voice soft, “you’re not as hard to figure out as you think.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, glancing at him. “Oh, yeah? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Evan grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. “Just that you’ve got layers. Tough guy on the outside, but underneath...”

“Underneath what?” Logan asked, his tone challenging but not unkind.

Evan’s smile softened, his gaze meeting Logan’s. “Underneath, you’re not so bad.”

Logan stared at him for a moment, his chest tightening as the words sank in. He could feel the tension in the room shift, subtle but unmistakable, the air between them charged with something unspoken.

For the first time in a long while, Logan didn’t know what to say.

The quiet crackle of the fire filled the cabin, mingling with the faint sound of the wind brushing against the windows. Logan had settled into the armchair near the fireplace, his sharp blue eyes fixed on the flames as he nursed the last of his cocoa. The warmth of the room wrapped around them, creating a cocoon of calm that was a welcome contrast to the chill outside.

Evan was on the couch, his legs curled beneath him as he stared at his phone. He wasn’t expecting any messages—most people who cared enough to check on him already knew he’d gone off the grid—but the sudden vibration in his hand made him startle slightly. The screen lit up, and the name Connor flashed across it.

He frowned, glancing at Logan. “I should take this,” he said, his voice low. “It’s my friend. Won’t be long.”

Logan nodded without looking up, his expression unreadable as he leaned back in the chair.

Evan pushed himself off the couch, walking toward the hallway for a semblance of privacy. He answered the call just before it went to voicemail, his tone slightly exasperated. “Connor.”

“Hey, man!” Connor’s cheerful voice boomed through the speaker. “How’s the cabin? Perfect, right? You’re welcome.”

Evan let out a sharp breath, rubbing his temple. “Connor, you didn’t book me a resort or a hotel or whatever you think you did. This is... someone’s family cabin.”

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before Connor laughed, the sound full of disbelief. “What? That’s not possible. I booked it on one of those travel apps—rustic charm, secluded vibe, all that. Looked legit.”

“Well, it’s not,” Evan said firmly, pacing slightly. “It’s private. Like, someone actually lives here. Or at least uses it. The guy who owns it? He’s staying here too.”

Connor’s laugh trailed off into a confused hum. “Wait, wait. Back up. You’re telling me you’re staying in some random guy’s cabin? Who is this guy?”

“His name’s Logan,” Evan said, lowering his voice slightly as he glanced toward the main room. Logan hadn’t moved, still staring at the fire, but Evan couldn’t shake the feeling that the man was listening anyway. “He’s... a person who owns the cabin. He’s letting me stay because of the storm.”

Connor let out a low whistle. “And you’re still there? Jesus, Evan, what if he’s some psycho or—”

“He’s not,” Evan interrupted, his tone firmer than he’d intended. “He’s fine. Quiet. Kind of grumpy, but fine.”

Connor snorted. “Grumpy, huh? Sounds like a real people person.”

Evan couldn’t help but smile faintly, though he shook his head. “He’s not like that. I mean, yeah, he’s a little... reserved. But he’s been decent. He even drove me to town today for the Christmas festival.”

“Festival?” Connor said, his voice laced with surprise. “So, what, you two are best buds now?”

“It’s not like that,” Evan said quickly, though the words felt strange in his mouth. He hesitated, his mind drifting back to Logan—the quiet way he’d listened when Evan had talked about Mia, the sharp but thoughtful glint in his eyes when he’d teased Evan at the festival. “He’s just... I don’t know. Different.”

Connor hummed thoughtfully. “Different how?”

Evan frowned, leaning against the wall. “I don’t know. He’s hard to explain. Keeps to himself a lot, but he’s... solid, I guess? Like, he doesn’t try to fill the silence with useless noise.”

“Wow,” Connor said dryly. “He sounds like a barrel of laughs.”

Evan rolled his eyes, though there was no real heat in it. “He’s not bad, Connor. I mean it. He even let me stay after I told him about your booking mistake. Didn’t have to.”

Connor was quiet for a moment, his voice softer when he finally spoke. “Okay. If you say he’s good, I’ll trust you. But seriously, man, if anything feels off—”

“It’s fine,” Evan said quickly, cutting him off. “Really.”

Connor sighed heavily. “Alright. Fine. But you’ve got to admit, this whole thing’s pretty wild. You’re supposed to be relaxing, and instead you’re... what? Rooming with a grumpy woodsman?”

Evan snorted, unable to help himself. “Something like that.”

“Just don’t let him chop you up and hide you in the woods, alright?” Connor joked, though his tone was only half-playful.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Evan said, his lips twitching into a faint smile.

“Good. And hey, if you get bored—or start to lose your mind out there—just call me. We can laugh about it together.”

Evan chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Thanks, Connor. I’ll be fine. Promise.”

“Alright, man. Stay safe. Merry early Christmas, or whatever.”

“You too,” Evan said, ending the call with a small sigh. He stared at his phone for a moment longer before tucking it back into his pocket.

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Back in the Main Room

When Evan returned to the main room, Logan looked up from his seat by the fire, his expression as unreadable as ever. His sharp eyes flicked briefly to Evan’s face, then back to the flames.

“Your friend?” Logan asked simply.

“Yeah,” Evan said, crossing the room to sit back on the couch. “Connor, The guy who booked this place for me. Apparently, he didn’t realize it’s not... you know, a rental.”

Logan huffed a quiet laugh, the sound more amused than Evan expected. “Lucky for you I’m not in the habit of turning people away.”

“Yeah,” Evan said, his voice softer now. “Lucky.”

The quiet settled over them again, but this time it felt different—warmer, somehow. Evan sipped his cocoa, sneaking a glance at Logan as the man leaned back in his chair, the firelight dancing across his sharp features.

“Thanks,” Evan said suddenly, the word slipping out before he could stop it.

Logan glanced at him, his brow furrowing. “For what?”

“For letting me stay,” Evan said simply. “For not kicking me out the second I showed up.”

Logan smirked faintly, though he didn’t look away. “Don’t mention it.”

Evan nodded, his chest tightening slightly at the look in Logan’s eyes—calm, steady, and just a little bit softer than before.

The fire crackled softly in the hearth, its warm glow spreading across the room as Evan set his now-empty mug on the table. He leaned back against the couch, his head tilting slightly as his eyes wandered. The quiet hum of the cabin wrapped around him like a blanket, but his thoughts still buzzed faintly with the conversation he’d just had with Connor.

As his gaze drifted toward the far corner of the room, something caught his attention—a low shelf tucked against the wall, lined with what looked like old DVDs. Curiosity stirred in his chest, and he pushed himself up from the couch, padding over to take a closer look.

The shelf was simple but neatly arranged, the spines of the DVDs standing in uniform rows. Evan crouched down, running his fingers lightly along the titles. They were a mix of genres—action, thrillers, a few westerns—but what stood out were the handful of Christmas classics nestled among them. It’s a Wonderful Life. White Christmas. Home Alone. The kind of movies that felt timeless, like they belonged to the season itself.

A smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he pulled out one of the cases, turning it over in his hands. The idea of sitting in this cozy cabin, surrounded by snow, and watching a Christmas movie felt... perfect. His smile grew as he stood, holding the case up.

“Hey, Logan,” Evan said, turning toward the man still seated in the armchair. “You’ve got some pretty great taste in movies over here.”

Logan glanced up, his sharp blue eyes flicking to the DVD in Evan’s hand. “Didn’t figure you for a classics guy,” he said, his tone laced with mild amusement.

“Well, consider yourself surprised,” Evan shot back, grinning. He held up the case. “How about it? White Christmas. Snow’s falling, the fire’s going... seems like the perfect time to watch it.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, leaning back in his chair. “You think this is the perfect time for a musical?”

Evan shrugged, undeterred. “It’s Christmas. It’s cozy. And it beats sitting in silence.”

For a moment, Logan didn’t reply, his gaze lingering on Evan with an expression that was almost unreadable. Then, to Evan’s surprise, he nodded.

“Alright,” Logan said, pushing himself up from the armchair. “Let’s see what all the fuss is about.”

Evan grinned, his excitement sparking a warmth that had nothing to do with the fire. He quickly moved to the small entertainment setup, pulling out the DVD player and slipping the disc in. Logan, meanwhile, grabbed another log from the rack by the fireplace, tossing it into the flames with practiced ease before making his way to the couch.

“You good with sitting here?” Logan asked, gesturing to the sofa.

Evan nodded, his grin softening into a more genuine smile. “Perfect.”

Logan settled into one end of the couch, his movements unhurried as he leaned back against the armrest. Evan hesitated for a moment, then took the other end, curling his legs beneath him as the opening credits of the movie began to play. The cabin seemed to shift, the warmth of the fire mingling with the soft glow of the screen and the faint hum of snow brushing against the windows.

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Thanks again for reading!!

full volumn 1 book : this volumn 1 ! link (US)
volumn 1 full book (uk) and for other countries you can go and find on Amazon author page : WrittenMuseum (and more series!!).
Btw, if you cant find the one you want in kdp store, just text me. Thanks!
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- The Christmas Spark (New!)
- Dick-covery (military camp erotica! New!)

 

[WrittenMuseum]

Watching Together

The movie unfolded slowly, its familiar charm drawing Evan in like a warm hug. The bright, Technicolor scenes of snowy Vermont and the playful banter of Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye filled the room, their voices blending seamlessly with the crackle of the fire.

Evan glanced sideways at Logan occasionally, trying to gauge his reaction. Logan sat with one arm draped along the back of the couch, his expression relaxed but thoughtful as he watched the screen. There was something about the way he carried himself—calm, unhurried, but always attentive—that made Evan’s chest tighten slightly.

“It’s not bad,” Logan said eventually, his tone low and almost reluctant.

Evan smirked, leaning back against the cushions. “See? I told you.”

Logan huffed a quiet laugh, shaking his head. “Don’t get too smug. I’m just saying it’s better than I expected.”

“High praise coming from you,” Evan teased, though there was no real bite in his words.

The quiet that followed was comfortable, the kind of silence that didn’t need to be filled. The movie continued, its vibrant scenes contrasting beautifully with the soft, golden glow of the cabin. Outside, the snow fell steadily, blanketing the world in a peaceful stillness that seemed to match the mood inside.

The closing credits of White Christmas scrolled up the screen, accompanied by the soft strains of the final song. Logan’s gaze had drifted from the movie a while ago, his attention instead caught by the quiet stillness of the cabin. The fire crackled softly in the hearth, its warmth radiating through the room, and the snowfall outside had grown heavier, blanketing the windows in a soft white glow.

Logan leaned back slightly, letting out a faint sigh as he stretched his legs out on the floor. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d stay up, but something about the calm of the evening made it hard to move. The weight of the day—the storm, the festival, everything—seemed to settle over him like a blanket, heavy but not unwelcome.

It was only when he shifted his arm slightly that he realized Evan’s head was resting on his shoulder.

Logan froze, his breath catching in his throat as he turned his head just enough to glance down. Sure enough, Evan’s head had lolled to the side, his cheek pressed lightly against Logan’s shoulder. His eyes were closed, his chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm, and his lips were parted slightly as he slept.

For a moment, Logan didn’t move, his mind scrambling to process what had just happened. How had he not noticed? Had Evan leaned against him during the movie? Or had he drifted closer without Logan realizing?
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Thanks again for reading!!

full volumn 1 book : this volumn 1 ! link (US)
volumn 1 full book (uk) and for other countries you can go and find on Amazon author page : WrittenMuseum(and more series!!).
Btw, if you cant find the one you want in kdp store, just text me. Thanks!
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- OMG F*cking life journey vol.1 (long seires, 100+ pages) full book on my KDP!
- Bare to the Bone
- The New Collection : Brandon’s Shame full book (100+pages) on my KDP too! (E-Book)
- The Christmas Spark (New!)
- Dick-covery (military camp erotica! New!)

 

[WrittenMuseum]

The Christmas Spark ; Gravity of you volumn 2 almost finish!!!. And i think it’s gonna drop by 18-19 dec. Thank you for all supports and all love for this series! I will update when it already published on KDP Thanks!

 

[S.lewis2029]

The Christmas Spark ; Gravity of you volumn 2 almost finish!!!. And i think it’s gonna drop by 18-19 dec. Thank you for all supports and all love for this series! I will update when it already published on KDP Thanks!

I can’t wait!!!

 

[WrittenMuseum]

Hi you all

 

[WrittenMuseum]

I just sent the finished-book of The Christmas Spark (book2) to KDP and i think it’s gonna not take longer than 24 hours to appear on KDP (i will update) and this is the cover! (with logan imagined by me haha)

Stay tune! And thanks for all supports and love for Evan and Logan!

-You can find my full collection on Amazon and enjoy more stories like this. Visit my Amazon author page : WrittenMuseum
My novel that already published on KDP
- OMG F*cking life journey vol.1 (long seires, 100+ pages) full book on my KDP!
- Bare to the Bone
- The New Collection : Brandon’s Shame full book (100+pages) on my KDP too! (E-Book)
- The Christmas Spark (New!)
- Dick-covery (military camp erotica! New!)

 

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Amazon author page : WrittenMuseum

 

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- The Christmas Spark (New!)
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For some reason I imagined Logan as slightly older and not as fresh faced

 

[justinmyhed]

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The coffee shop smelled of roasted beans, warm cinnamon, and something faintly sweet—vanilla, maybe. Outside, the snow fell in slow, lazy flakes, settling gently on the rooftops and the branches of the evergreens lining the street. The windows of Brews & Books fogged slightly from the heat inside, blurring the colorful Christmas lights strung across the town square.

Evan Hart sat at his usual table by the corner window, one hand curled around a steaming mug of black coffee. His other hand rested on a book he wasn’t reading, his thumb absently tracing the frayed edge of the cover. The book was old, a thrift-store find he’d picked up years ago—a collection of poetry he liked to revisit when his mind felt restless. Lately, it felt restless all the time.

He glanced outside, watching as a couple walked hand in hand through the snow, their laughter muted by the glass. The man held an oversized bag from the local bakery, and the woman leaned into his arm as if to soak up his warmth. Evan looked away quickly, a dull ache spreading in his chest.

“Still staring at strangers like a creep?”

Evan flinched at the voice, snapping his head toward the seat across from him. Connor was already sliding into the chair, his grin as wide and easy as ever. He shrugged off his coat, snowflakes clinging to his dark curls and the shoulders of his flannel shirt.

“I wasn’t staring,” Evan muttered, pulling his hand back from the book. “I was...thinking.”

“Sure you were,” Connor said, shaking his head. “Thinking about what? The meaning of life? The downfall of capitalism? Or—let me guess—the one that got away?”

Evan sighed, his shoulders slumping. He picked up his mug and took a sip, letting the bitter coffee burn its way down his throat. “Do you ever quit?”

“Nope,” Connor said cheerfully, leaning back in his chair. He studied Evan for a moment, his grin fading slightly. “You look like hell, you know.”

“Thanks,” Evan said dryly, setting the mug back down. “Just what I needed to hear.”

“I’m serious,” Connor said, leaning forward again. “You’ve been like this for weeks. Months, even. Staring out windows, moping around town, avoiding everyone. It’s not healthy.”

Evan clenched his jaw, his gaze fixed on the faint swirl of steam rising from his coffee. He knew Connor meant well, but that didn’t make the words any easier to hear.

“I’m fine,” Evan said finally, the lie heavy on his tongue. “I just need time.”

Connor snorted. “Time isn’t going to fix this, man. You need to get out of here. Do something. Anything.”

Evan didn’t respond. He didn’t have the energy to argue, and besides, Connor wasn’t wrong. He’d been stuck in a rut since the breakup—a rut so deep it felt like he was sinking.

A Push in the Right Direction

Connor tapped his fingers against the table, his expression shifting from teasing to thoughtful. “Alright,” he said finally. “You’re leaving.”

Evan blinked. “What?”

“You’re leaving,” Connor repeated, his tone firm. “I’m sending you away for a few days. Somewhere quiet, where you can clear your head and stop torturing yourself.”

“Connor—”

“No arguments,” Connor said, holding up a hand to cut him off. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded piece of paper, sliding it across the table. “There’s a cabin in the mountains. It’s quiet, private, and perfect for getting your shit together.”

Evan stared at the paper but didn’t pick it up. “You’re kidding.”

“Do I look like I’m kidding?” Connor asked, his grin returning. “I already booked it. All you have to do is pack a bag and drive.”

Evan shook his head, the beginnings of a protest rising in his throat. But Connor gave him that look—the one that said he wasn’t going to take no for an answer.

“I can’t just leave,” Evan said weakly. “I have work.”

“It’s Christmas,” Connor said. “Nobody’s working. Besides, when was the last time you took a break? A real break, not just sitting in this café pretending to read?”

Evan didn’t respond. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gone anywhere outside of town, let alone taken a vacation. The idea of leaving—of stepping away from everything, even for a little while—was tempting. But it also felt daunting, like admitting he couldn’t handle his own life.

“I don’t know,” Evan said finally, his voice quiet.

Connor leaned forward, his grin softening into something gentler. “Come on, man. You’ve been through a lot. You deserve this. Just...trust me, okay?”

Evan looked down at the paper again, the address scrawled across it in Connor’s messy handwriting. He could already feel the weight of the decision settling on his shoulders. But maybe Connor was right. Maybe a change of scenery was exactly what he needed.

“Fine,” Evan said, picking up the paper and folding it into his pocket. “But if this turns out to be a disaster, I’m blaming you.”

Connor laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “Deal. Now go home and pack. And don’t forget your toothbrush this time.”

Evan rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at his lips. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll see you later.”

Evan walked home from the café, the paper with the cabin address tucked firmly into his pocket. The snow had picked up, swirling around him in soft flakes that clung to his jacket and dark hair. The streets were quiet, the cheerful lights and holiday decorations standing in stark contrast to the heavy weight in his chest.

His apartment wasn’t far—a modest one-bedroom over the hardware store. It was small but functional, the kind of place you didn’t notice until you needed it. He climbed the narrow staircase to his door, fumbling with his keys in the cold before stepping inside. The air was still, the silence a reminder of just how empty it had felt lately.

He closed the door behind him and leaned against it, exhaling slowly. His eyes wandered to the corner where the Christmas tree had stood the year before. He and Mia had picked it out together, arguing playfully over which one was “the perfect height.” She’d wanted something tall and elegant, while he preferred something smaller, more manageable. In the end, they’d compromised, settling on a mid-sized tree that somehow managed to feel just right.

This year, there was no tree. No lights. No decorations. Just the faint echo of memories he couldn’t quite shake.

Evan shrugged off his coat and hung it by the door. He glanced at the clock on the wall—early afternoon, though the heavy clouds outside made it feel later. He considered unpacking the bag of books and groceries he’d bought earlier but decided against it. Instead, he crossed the small living room to the worn couch and sat down heavily, running a hand through his hair.

Connor’s words replayed in his mind. You need this. Just trust me, okay?

He sighed, pulling the paper from his pocket and unfolding it. The address stared back at him, as though daring him to go through with it. A cabin in the middle of nowhere—what was Connor thinking? It wasn’t like Evan was the outdoorsy type. He’d spent most of his life in this town, sticking to the things he knew. The idea of being completely alone, away from everything familiar, was equal parts terrifying and strangely appealing.

Evan leaned back, letting his head rest against the cushions. Maybe Connor was right. Maybe a change of scenery would help. It wasn’t like he had anything to lose.



Packing the Pieces

Evan didn’t own much, so packing didn’t take long. A couple of sweaters, jeans, thick socks, and his heaviest boots. He tossed in a scarf and gloves for good measure, along with his favorite book—the one he’d been pretending to read at the café. He hesitated before grabbing a framed photo from the shelf, one of him and Mia at the town fair last summer. Her smile was bright, her arm looped through his as they stood in front of the Ferris wheel. He set the frame back down.

Instead, he grabbed the thermos Connor had given him years ago, a battered thing with a dent near the bottom. It was scratched and faded, but it still worked. He filled it with coffee, packed it alongside his things, and zipped up the bag.

The drive up to the mountains wasn’t far—Connor had promised it was only a couple of hours. But the way the snow was coming down, it might as well have been on another planet. He checked the weather app on his phone, frowning at the blizzard warning blinking on the screen. The storm wasn’t supposed to hit until late tonight, though. If he left now, he could beat it.

With one last glance around the apartment, he slung the bag over his shoulder and locked the door behind him.



The Drive

The snow began to fall harder as Evan left the town limits, the familiar streets giving way to long stretches of empty road flanked by dense pine forests. The radio crackled faintly, caught between static and the faint strains of a Christmas carol. He turned it off, preferring the sound of the tires crunching over the snow and the rhythmic squeak of the windshield wipers.

His thoughts wandered as he drove, memories of Mia creeping in despite his best efforts to push them away. They’d met at a friend’s party, her laughter cutting through the noise like sunlight breaking through clouds. He’d been smitten almost instantly, drawn to her quick wit and easy charm.

The relationship had been good—for a while. They’d built a life together, balancing each other’s quirks and habits. But over time, the cracks began to show. Arguments about nothing turned into arguments about everything, and the warmth between them slowly faded into something colder, sharper. By the end, it felt like they were speaking different languages.

Evan tightened his grip on the wheel, shaking his head. It didn’t matter now. She was gone, and he needed to figure out how to move forward.

The snow thickened as he climbed higher into the mountains, the road winding through narrow passes and sharp curves. His phone lost signal about thirty minutes ago, leaving him alone with the sound of the storm building around him. The address Connor had given him was scrawled on a piece of paper on the passenger seat, but there were no road signs, no landmarks—just the endless expanse of white.

Finally, after what felt like hours, the cabin came into view. It was nestled in a small clearing, its dark wood exterior partially obscured by the swirling snow. Smoke curled lazily from the chimney, and the faint glow of light spilled from the windows, illuminating the porch and the neatly stacked pile of firewood beside the door.

Evan exhaled slowly, relief flooding through him. He pulled into the small driveway, but as he stepped out of the car, the wind whipped around him, stinging his face and making him shiver. The storm was picking up faster than he’d expected.

He grabbed his bag from the backseat and trudged toward the cabin, his boots sinking into the snow with each step. When he reached the porch, he raised a hand to knock but hesitated. What if Connor had been wrong? What if this wasn’t the right place?

Before he could second-guess himself, the door swung open, and Evan found himself face-to-face with a man who looked as though he belonged to the mountains themselves.

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Love this type of erotica and want to support my work?
You can find my full collection on Amazon and enjoy more stories like this. Visit my Amazon author page : WrittenMuseum

My novel that already published on KDP
- OMG F*cking life journey vol.1 (long seires, 100+ pages) full book on my KDP!
- The New Collection : Brandon’s Shame full book (100+pages) on my KDP too! (E-Book)
- Bare to the Bone (new! medley of short stories)

Thank you for mentioning the downfall of capitalism. A consensual gift economy is much more compatible with great sex!

 

[S.lewis2029]

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Can’t wait to read it!!

 

[WrittenMuseum]

BOOK2 ALREADY PUBLISHED AND LIVE ON KDP!
Vol2 The Christmas Spark full book link (US)
Vol2 The Christmas Spark full book link (UK)
and for other countries you can go and find on Amazon author page : WrittenMuseum(and more series!!).
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Thanks for every supports!

 

[WrittenMuseum]

For some reason I imagined Logan as slightly older and not as fresh faced

Haha That’s ok! For me i set logan as some hot guy at his middle 20s. Btw, Your imagination also make sense!