| Author: | Dianna Bell | ISBN: | 9781370745203 |
| Publisher: | Dianna Bell | Publication: | November 28, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition | Language: | English |
| Author: | Dianna Bell |
| ISBN: | 9781370745203 |
| Publisher: | Dianna Bell |
| Publication: | November 28, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords Edition |
| Language: | English |
Whoever said that money can't buy you happiness hit the nail smack-dab on the head. Ellis Carmichael had made his millions before the age of twenty. He'd launched his patented internet site, hotexpectations.com, which was the main go-to social site for gay men to meet other like-minded gay men and mingle. It was a very exclusive, members-only website, used by the gay and bi-curious Sugar Daddies, to discreetly hook up with the Sugar Babies of their dreams. The website had exploded, becoming an almost overnight success.
Now, a little over ten years later and with thousands of matches made, Ellis was one of the wealthiest bachelors in the world. At thirty-four years old he was feeling very much alone at the top of his world. Ellis' mood took a nosedive with the realization that the winter holidays were fast approaching. With it came all the festivities that seemed to rub salt deeper into the gaping wound of his lonely heart.
Especially Christmas, a day that only served to remind him of just how alone he was in his wealthy kingdom. He vowed to skip the tortuous celebrations this year altogether; all those happy people putting themselves in debt by buying gifts, along with all the music and decorations, and especially all the happy couples and loving families that were around every corner you turned.
That was Ellis' plan until one frigid evening after leaving his office, his driver and car nearly plowed over a little vagrant, with stunning green eyes, who was trying to cross the busy city street. Ellis’ heart may be a little jaded, but he was human. He stopped to make sure the boy, who was literally swimming in his much larger, threadbare jacket, was uninjured. The little beauty was protectively clutching a little collection pot for the homeless. Something inside Ellis demanded that he made sure the young man was alright. Little did Ellis realize he had just ran into his Christmas Miracle. There would be no Bah, Humbug for him or his little green-eyed elf this year.
Whoever said that money can't buy you happiness hit the nail smack-dab on the head. Ellis Carmichael had made his millions before the age of twenty. He'd launched his patented internet site, hotexpectations.com, which was the main go-to social site for gay men to meet other like-minded gay men and mingle. It was a very exclusive, members-only website, used by the gay and bi-curious Sugar Daddies, to discreetly hook up with the Sugar Babies of their dreams. The website had exploded, becoming an almost overnight success.
Now, a little over ten years later and with thousands of matches made, Ellis was one of the wealthiest bachelors in the world. At thirty-four years old he was feeling very much alone at the top of his world. Ellis' mood took a nosedive with the realization that the winter holidays were fast approaching. With it came all the festivities that seemed to rub salt deeper into the gaping wound of his lonely heart.
Especially Christmas, a day that only served to remind him of just how alone he was in his wealthy kingdom. He vowed to skip the tortuous celebrations this year altogether; all those happy people putting themselves in debt by buying gifts, along with all the music and decorations, and especially all the happy couples and loving families that were around every corner you turned.
That was Ellis' plan until one frigid evening after leaving his office, his driver and car nearly plowed over a little vagrant, with stunning green eyes, who was trying to cross the busy city street. Ellis’ heart may be a little jaded, but he was human. He stopped to make sure the boy, who was literally swimming in his much larger, threadbare jacket, was uninjured. The little beauty was protectively clutching a little collection pot for the homeless. Something inside Ellis demanded that he made sure the young man was alright. Little did Ellis realize he had just ran into his Christmas Miracle. There would be no Bah, Humbug for him or his little green-eyed elf this year.
