Title: Winter Oranges
Author: Marie Sexton
Publisher: Riptide Publishing
Release: 30th November 2015
Genre: M/M (Christmas)
Jason Walker is a child star turned teen heartthrob turned reluctant B-movie regular who’s sick of his failing career. So he gives up Hollywood for northern Idaho, far away from the press, the drama of LA, and the best friend he’s secretly been in love with for years.
There’s only one problem with his new life: a strange young man only he can see is haunting his guesthouse. Except Benjamin Ward isn’t a ghost. He’s a man caught out of time, trapped since the Civil War in a magical prison where he can only watch the lives of those around him. He’s also sweet, funny, and cute as hell, with an affinity for cheesy ’80s TV shows. And he’s thrilled to finally have someone to talk to.
But Jason quickly discovers that spending all his time with a man nobody else can see or hear isn’t without its problems—especially when the tabloids find him again and make him front-page news. The local sheriff thinks he’s on drugs, and his best friend thinks he’s crazy. But Jason knows he hasn’t lost his mind. Too bad he can’t say the same thing about his heart.
Nothing represents the ultimate in Christmas Kitsch more than a snow globe but in the hands of Marie Sexton it becomes a mysterious object full of wonder, beauty and love. This was a super sweet Christmas story that has addictive qualities once I started there was no putting it down.
Jason is a bit of an has been actor and has now bought a rural retreat to get away from all the media attention and prying eyes. Although he still gets offered some roles through his agent he’s really not proud of how his career has progressed and he has one friend with benefits, Dylan. The arrangement works well for both of them. I suppose each to their own but these sort of arrangements in my opinion can be a little one sided and this is definitely the case with Jason. Jason loves his friend and probably would have wanted more but Dylan is the sort of person that will nail anything with a pulse and is definitely not the sort of person to commit to any kind of relationship.
Jason is alone in his newly acquired retreat or so he thinks until he keeps noticing someone waving from the window above the garage. First of all he thinks he has an intruder but after the local sheriff doesn’t find anything or anyone he starts to think it must be his imagination until he goes to check for himself. He gets the fright of his life but after the initial shock he finds Ben, someone who is trapped inside the globe for 150 years, put there by his sister to protect him. He is however able to project himself beyond the globe and appear in an ethereal form. OMG!! I just loved Ben. I loved the way that he found the greatest of joy in the simplest of pleasures. A real lesson in what we seem to miss today in life with all its stress and disappointments. Just by being, Ben’s optimistic and almost childish joy is a lesson to us all. He has seen a lot over the 150 years he has been in the globe and now he has someone who can see him. He is overjoyed.
Jason first of all thinks he’s going crazy but comes to accept the young man in the globe and their friendship blossoms into something truly wonderful and loving. My heart just melted every time Ben appeared and when Jason started to fall for him I fell with Jason. There are however limitations and Ben can only go so far from the globe before it pulls him back in. Therefore Jason always has to take the globe with him in order that Ben can be by his side. This of course also leads to some hilarious moments where Jason is always trying to appear not to be talking to himself or a snow globe in case someone thinks he is nuts. I could just imagine these scenarios, especially when the media and photographers are waiting around the corner for a scoop. His friend Dylan becomes worried about Jason’s behaviour and when Jason tells him the truth then you can imagine the response. Now he has to convince Dylan that everything is OK by at least ignoring and denying Ben to Dylan.
However, Ben’s and Jason’s love deepens for each other and Jason is determined to find a way out of the globe for Ben. There must be a way. In the last minute when everything seems to be going wrong for Jason he realises with a flash of inspiration of exactly how he can release Ben from the globe. I loved the whole mystery aspect behind this too. The clues were always there as to how get Ben can get out of the globe, but Jason just wasn’t reading them correctly. He tries to trace his genealogy, starts experimenting with various ways especially when he discovers by dreaming he can enter the globe to be with Ben. The whole mystical aspect of this story is riveting and when everything is revealed at the end the whole thing seems more plausible than you would possibly think which is testament to the wonderful plotting and writing talent of Marie Sexton.
This book is a wonderful piece of story telling, exquisitely written, well plotted and needs to be on everyone’s Christmas wish list. An adorable, beautiful tale of love that shows us all to enjoy the simple things in life. I will be thinking of dear Ben for a long time as this character taken up residence in my heart and won’t be leaving for a long time.
And suddenly, Jason realized what he was seeing—the boy. And the room. Specifically, the boy and the part of the room directly behind him, both at the same time, in a way that was utterly impossible.
“Holy shit!” Jason backed up quickly, ramming into the doorframe, practically falling onto the landing. He took another step back, discovered too late there was nothing beneath his foot, and fell down the first few stairs, twisting his ankle and banging his knee before managing to catch himself on the banister. Still he stared, horrified and unbelieving at the boy, who now stood in the doorway of the guest room. He looked much as he had in the window—young and thin and pale, his skin almost translucent.
No. Not almost translucent. Literally translucent. Everything from his baggy, high-waisted trousers and worn boots to his rough-woven white shirt and old-fashioned waistcoat, was not quite solid. Jason could see right through him to the cheap watercolor hanging over the bed. He wasn’t sure how he’d missed it before—whether due to the reflection of the sun on the window, or whether his mind had simply refused to see it—but staring at the boy now, it was quite clear he wasn’t real.
“You really are a ghost,” Jason gasped out, still clutching the banister with both hands.
The boy shook his head, pointing behind him into the room, his lips moving as if he were talking, but no sound came out.
“Is this a prank?”
The boy frowned, shaking his head. He started speaking again, as mutely as before.
Jason’s mind reeled, grasping at possibilities. “Are you a hologram? Are there cameras somewhere?” He wanted to look around for some, but he didn’t dare take his eyes off the figure above him. “Who put you up to this?”
The boy kept shaking his head, gesticulating with his hands, moving his lips.
As horrified as he’d been, Jason’s alarm faded, made less urgent as the pain in his knee and ankle started to sink in. Was an interactive hologram somehow more plausible than a ghost? He didn’t think so. Whatever this was, he didn’t feel threatened. The apparition—or whatever the boy was—hadn’t moved from the doorway. He was still talking, gesticulating wildly, and Jason sighed and said, “I can’t hear you.”
The boy stopped, blinking in shock, dumbstruck as the words sank in. He appeared to take a deep breath. Finally, his lips moved. Only two words, but between context and lip-reading, Jason understood. You can’t?
Jason shook his head, rubbing at his sore ankle. “No.”
The ghost slumped, crestfallen. He spoke slowly and deliberately, pointing at Jason and then at his own eyes, and then at himself. But you can see me?
“Uh, yeah. I think we’ve established that.” Jason stood up, testing his weight on the twisted ankle. It didn’t feel great, but he was pretty sure he hadn’t done any real damage. He rubbed his bruised knee, still watching the boy at the top of the stairs, trying to make sense of it all.
He’d always imagined ghosts to be white, but this one wasn’t. Yes, the boy’s skin was pale, but it was clearly a natural skin tone against his shirt. His pants were dark gray, his boots and waistcoat black. Jason searched the walls and the ceiling, still wondering if the boy was some type of projection, but he didn’t see any cameras. The technology for such an advanced hologram may have existed, but Jason doubted it came cheap. Even a tabloid chasing a sensational photo wouldn’t have the resources to put together such an elaborate hoax. And if they did, they sure wouldn’t waste it on JayWalk.
The boy watched him, his eyes bright with hope. His lips moved, and he gestured behind him. Jason didn’t need to hear him to know he was being invited back into the guest room. It seemed absurd. Shouldn’t a ghost be trying to scare him? Yelling “Boo”? But no. Instead, he was inviting Jason inside, maybe for a nice spot of tea.
Jason wasn’t entirely sure he hadn’t lost his damn mind.
“I don’t know . . .”
The boy held out his hand, looking heartbroken. Looking desperate. His lips formed one simple word. Please.
What did Jason have to lose? His life? His sanity? His peace of mind? He hadn’t felt too sure about any of those things to begin with.
Meet Marie Sexton
Marie Sexton lives in Colorado. She’s a fan of just about anything that involves muscular young men piling on top of each other. In particular, she loves the Denver Broncos and enjoys going to the games with her husband. Her imaginary friends often tag along. Marie has one daughter, two cats, and one dog, all of whom seem bent on destroying what remains of her sanity. She loves them anyway.
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