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    Puppy, Car, and Snow
    Puppy, Car, and Snow
    Puppy, Car, and Snow
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    Puppy, Car, and Snow

    By Amy Lane

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    Ryan’s entire life changed the night Scott surprised him in a bathroom at a party.  Now Ryan’s soulless climb up the corporate ladder has stalled—but his quality life has become a whirlwind of laughter, joy and surprises, thanks to Scotty’s playful, gentle heart.

    After three years together, they’re going to Ryan’s parents’ cabin to spend Christmas.  Snowed in by the weather and locked under the icy glare of his mother’s disapproval, can Ryan show he has found the most profound happiness in the simplest of things?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDreamspinner Press
    Release dateDec 21, 2011
    ISBN9781613722695
    Puppy, Car, and Snow
    Author

    Amy Lane

    Award winning author Amy Lane lives in a crumbling crapmansion with a couple of teenagers, a passel of furbabies, and a bemused spouse. She has too damned much yarn, a penchant for action-adventure movies, and a need to know that somewhere in all the pain is a story of Wuv, Twu Wuv, which she continues to believe in to this day! She writes contemporary romance, paranormal romance, urban fantasy, and romantic suspense, teaches the occasional writing class, and likes to pretend her very simple life is as exciting as the lives of the people who live in her head. She’ll also tell you that sacrifices, large and small, are worth the urge to write. Website: www.greenshill.com Blog: www.writerslane.blogspot.com Email: amylane@greenshill.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/amy.lane.167 Twitter: @amymaclane

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    • 3/5
      Book – Puppy, Car and Snow (Ryan and Scott #3)
      Author – Amy Lane
      Star rating - ★★★☆☆
      No. of Pages - 92

      Movie Potential – ★★☆☆☆
      Ease of reading – easy to read, but POV is still confusing
      Would I read it again – Probably not.


      The relationship is further on in this story, but there's still the deep sense of dissatisfaction that the entire beginning of their relationship – the best part – was skimmed over and is only ever mentioned in short, sex-filled flashbacks. That doesn't really change much in this one; not even one page in and we're into a sex scene.

      The difference here is that there's a solid attempt at a plot. It's not skimmed over or hinted at, but a full grown plot that, for the most part, works. The plot is Christmas themed, but also more about the progression of their relationship and the challenges it has faced. On the down side, this story acts as though the first two never happened. For some reason, we get an entire half page about how the two of them met, despite book 2 never really recapping the events of book 1 in any similar way. This way doesn't work for me, either, because it's more like an information dump than any kind of reminiscing that it could have been, over all the time they've had together.

      Suddenly, despite the contrary being true in both previous stories, this one makes out that Ryan is the sexually dominant of the two. He's also the strong buffer for awkward conversations, which was Scott's role in both previous stories. This is also the first time we've been told that Scott can't get it up during sex, which is a pretty important thing to know since both previous stories involved copious amounts of sex, so this should have come up before.

      ~

      Overall, this one reads more like a complete story, with a real plot and less sex (though they're still a few scenes), but there are also times when it reads as though this is the only story of this couple. It recaps the previous stories in a non-interesting way, so that if I accidentally picked this one up first, I wouldn't bother going looking to read the previous two. It also completely changed the dynamics of their relationship, turning things on their head, contradicting the previous stories and such.

      For me, I'd say read this one and don't bother so much with the previous two. All the important details are in this one and, if so inclined, you can read the other two as “fillers” for the hot snippets. Otherwise, this story says all you need to know about the characters and their story, without the lackluster sex filled shorts of the previous books.
    • 4/5
      4 stars A lovely Christmas read.
    • 3/5
      Ryan's mother is a piece of work! The necessary and nephews are fun.

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    Puppy, Car, and Snow - Amy Lane

    Chapter 1

    First Round

    HEY, Ryan, give me your hand.

    Ryan made sure his aching foot and calf were firmly anchored on the brake and the car was completely stopped before he looked over at his boyfriend, trying not to yawn. Five hours. They’d been trying to get up the hill to Donner Summit for five hours. God—were they the only people who could put chains on before it got critical?

    The smell of exhaust was making him queasy; he’d started up and killed the engine about six times to conserve gas while they were at a standstill; and Blitzkrieg, the world’s most massive not-poodle, had needed to be walked on the side of the road three times. She’d also eaten some of Ryan’s luggage. Ryan didn’t want to look. It was a new set, and it was just too painful.

    The look he shot Scotty was annoyed at the world at large.

    Scott grinned back.

    Scotty Davidovich had high Russian cheekbones and longish, if carefully cut, hair. (It was black and yellow this month—dyed specially, Ryan thought, to piss off Ryan’s mother at the holidays. It was a worthy endeavor. Ryan approved.) He also had blue-gray eyes with dark lashes that glinted wickedly when he looked sideways and full, smiling lips that looked like sex in a shot glass when he licked them and parted them just so. He was Ryan’s first male lover, and the love of Ryan’s life.

    And right now, in the car, the look he was shooting Ryan was pure, one-hundred-percent, unadulterated, give-it-to-me-baby, fuck-me-without-mercy-in-front-of-the-dog sin.

    That look was so incongruous with the little Honda stuck in traffic on the way up to visit Ryan’s parents for Christmas that Ryan had to look twice.

    He put the car in park and turned off the ignition just in time for Scott to grab his hand from the keys and put it under the blanket he’d thrown on his lap the last time they’d turned the car off.

    Ryan’s eyes got so big the chilled air from the windows dried them out. He blinked rapidly and squeezed, listening to Scotty’s grateful Ah-ah-ah… ooooooohhh… with a little bit of shock.

    Scotty, is that your…? Stupid question. He squeezed Scotty’s cock—stiff and warm and peeking out over Scott’s underwear, yet still under the warm fuzzy blanket. Scott whined a little and bucked his hips and thrust deeper into Ryan’s hand.

    Ryan’s heart started roaring in his ears, and he took a rabbity little look around their vehicular neighborhood to make sure no one was watching him give Scotty a hand job in the front of the car.

    People in front of him in the big SUV? Little kids apparently enthralled by a new Dreamworks film featuring a fifty-foot woman with a nice rack. Check. Pouty teenage girl with iPod to the left of him, asleep against a pillow on the window? Check. People behind him still blocked by the luggage sharing the back seat with Blitzkrieg? Check. Rowdy frat boys on Scotty’s side surreptitiously passing a joint from person to person in the traffic? Check.

    Operation Hand Job was a go!

    Ryan loved the feeling of Scotty’s prick in his hand. It was hot, and the skin was soft, and the veins throbbed against Ryan’s palm. He watched Scott’s face as he stroked, loving the way Scotty threw his head against the headrest and started moaning softly in complete abandon. Traffic? Scotty didn’t see no stinking traffic; all he knew was that Ryan was jacking him off, rubbing his pre-come over his cock-head and murmuring hot things into the cold space of the car.

    You like that?

    Mmmm…. Yeah….

    Want it harder?

    Ohhh… please, Ryan!

    Harder?

    God yes!

    Ryan let his grip slack to nothing, and Scotty’s cry of denial was almost a howl of pain.

    Ry! Please, Ry… please… lemme come… I wanna come… God… please….

    His hands were on the armrests, holding them tightly, and Ryan recognized the game; Scotty wouldn’t touch himself right now, because that was Ryan’s job.

    Ryan worked hard to be good at his job. He tip-toed his fingers up Scotty’s slender length, listening to the hitch in Scott’s breath tell him that his teasing was just right. When he got to the tip, he rubbed his fingers in the pre-come that was drooling out of the slit. Scott whimpered, and Ryan used two fingers and two fingers only to slick Scotty up. He knew that the air leaking in under the blanket would serve to titillate Scott even more.

    Scott wasn’t gibbering anymore. All of his concentration was on keeping his ass locked in his seat and his hands clenched on the armrests. So when he turned to Ryan with his eyes large and pupils dilated, his hips squirming and his full lips parted in mute appeal, Ryan knew he was about at the end of his rope.

    Please? he murmured. Please, Ry? Please finish me off?

    Ryan took one more look around and, after twisting his body in the unforgiving space of the car, dropped his head, grateful when Scotty pulled the blanket back and then covered him up with it. In the warm cocoon of come-scented dark, he fumbled for a minute, then found Scotty’s cock with his mouth and swallowed him down.

    Scotty grunted, the sound reverberating against Ryan’s ear, and then Ryan grunted, because after three years together he loved this, loved taking Scotty’s cock into his mouth and sucking hard, and loved the sounds that Scotty made when clenching his hands in Ryan’s hair and bucking up, unashamed, completely lost in Ryan’s mouth on his body, in being tended to and waited on and loved.

    Scotty groaned, the sound starting in his toes, vibrating in his thighs as they sat under Ryan’s cheek, and bouncing around his stomach for a while, and then Ryan was too busy swallowing, swallowing, not letting himself gag on the taste even a little, or it would make him spit up and Scotty would need to change his pants.

    Scotty stopped coming, and there was quiet then under the fuzzy blanket as Scotty rubbed his hands on Ryan’s head and Ryan let Scotty’s cock fall out of his mouth and pulled back far enough to breathe.

    Then Scotty’s whole body stiffened. Oh shit, Ry! There’s a news camera three cars up. They’re interviewing people. Sit up, quick, before they spot us!

    Ryan sat up so suddenly the blanket came up, and then there was a frantic scrabble as Scotty pulled his loosest pair of jeans up and

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