Winter Books | Ofelia Gränd

Soon it’s winter!


This year I’ve listed my spring books, my summer books, and my autumn books, and now we’ve come to my winter books. The winter months, according to Google, are December, January, and February, but I’m cheating a little and posting this now.

Winter is my second favourite season, autumn being my absolute favourite. And since Christmas falls during the winter, there will be some holiday stories. It’s always fun to write holiday stories, and I’ve written one this year too – 24 Dates will be published on December 2nd.

There will be more winter books in the future, #PictaBook for example. It takes place in February so, it’s a winter book. It might be my all-time favourite book I’ve written…maybe LOL

But enough about future releases! The winter book I have available now are the following:

Once in a Snowstorm Poor Aiden gets caught in a snowstorm but is saved by Tristan and his beloved dog Og. It’s a 29k contemporary M/M story, and it’s a bit over the top – it’s meant to be. It’s the first in the Nortown series but can be read as a standalone if one so pleases.

Once in the Underworld – This is the fourth story in the Nortown series, and it can be read as a standalone too. It’s about Chris and Gabe. Gabe happened to witness a crime and the police hide him in Nortown. A 31k contemporary gay romance.

Just Words – Nortown 4.5 an Aiden and Tristan short, and if you want to read this, I suggest you read all the stories leading up to it. Maybe not Once in a Forest or Once in May, but rest. A 6.4k contemporary established couple story

Honey Baked – Nortown… erm… the last one I wrote… 5.5! LOL It’s a Christmas story about John and Zach, so read Once in May before you read this one. It’s 8k of Santa kink.

Trapped – Aww, I don’t know what to say about this. It’s not romance, not really. There is plenty of love, but Charlie and William have been married for many years. Their daughter is a grownup, and William doesn’t remember him anymore or most days he doesn’t some days he does, and those are the days Charlie lives for. It’s a 12k contemporary shared-an-entire-life kind of story.

From All of Us to All of You – One of the first stories I ever wrote. It’s about Lucia, which is a holiday of light we celebrate in Sweden. It’s 14k and I don’t dare to open it in fear of what I’ll see there LOL

The Snowflake – Now, who said winter had to be cosy Christmas stories? Here we have some blood and gore and ice sculptures. 21k of crazy love, talking cats, and body parts! Horror, yes, but crazy people can be in love too.

Eight Feet of Magic – Adventure! This is one of those I loved writing. Hank Goodenough and Captain Elezar Steel steer a steam-driven airship towards the Arctic Circle in search of a Yule miracle. 19k of steampunk, and last year I published it one part at the time throughout December on my Facebook page – it’s still there if you search for it.

Turning Wood – Last year’s Christmas story and *drum roll* part of the 2020 Top Ten Gay Romance anthology from JMS Books. I’m super happy about that, thank you to all of you who bought a copy. It’s the first in the Up North series, a series of standalone contemporary gay romances. In this, we get to meet Otho and Mason, two gentle souls who connect over some Christmas food and near-death experiences.

Scary Gary – I love Scary Gary, he’s my favourite grim reaper LOL. This is a short little thing, only 5k, and it free everywhere than on Amazon because they’re effing slow over there. It about Micah who has a shadow who wants to kill him, and when the shadow succeeds, there is Gary – scythe and all.

Happy reading!

Throwback Thursday | Once in May

It’s May so I figured I should talk about Once in May (Nortown #3). This is a hurt-comfort story, with a little social anxiety and a little age-gap and of course a few lumberjacks. It’s my favourite of all the Nortown stories.

I’ve enjoyed writing all of them, of course, and they’ve all given me different things. But Once in a Snowstorm was a story I wrote for the fun of it. Once in a Forest, because I saw a reader asking for ‘bottom for you’ books. Once in May, I wrote for me – simple as that.

I’m not as bad as John, but I wish I could find a cottage somewhere and put a zillion locks on the door and never open it to anyone (except my husband). I’m not even kidding LOL. Crowds have me breaking out in sweats, and when I’ve been around people, I feel like I could sleep for a week. I wish I could write ‘recluse’ on my business card, but the world doesn’t work like that.

So John, like the rest of us, has no choice but to be around people, and he’s working on becoming a new person. It takes seven years for our bodies to replace all the cells, so that’s what’s he’s waiting for. He’s four years into his transformation when he meets Zachary. Or it’s more a case Zachary meeting him.

In Nortown people often get together to celebrate holidays, and in Once in May we get to follow John and Zach to the Walpurgis Night celebrations. Are you celebrating Walpurgis where you live?

In Sweden we do and in many other European countries as well. We light big bonfires, and this is mostly to ward off witches. A couple of weeks ago I wrote about Once in a Forest and how we celebrate Easter here and if you read that you realise how this is about the same.

I should probably mention that this is a local thing for the area where I grew up (on the Swedish west coast). In Falkenberg, my hometown, we had bonfires on Easter, and it was to scare off the witches that fly to Blåkulla (no idea where that really is) on Easter. The rest of Sweden have the Easter witches as well, but they save the bonfires for Walpurgis Night.

And since I created Nortown I get to decide what they do there – bonfires at Walpurgis it is! LOL

The knock on the door startled him. A moment later, someone tried the door handle. John bolted up and started scramble away from Zachary.

“Easy. You were resting, remember?”

The front door opened, and John shot him a frightened look. Hadn’t John locked it? Hadn’t he locked all the million locks he normally locked?

“Hey, Johnny!”

A lithe man with artfully styled hair walked in. Zachary prepared to throw him out. He wouldn’t let some fucker scare John.

The man dumped a bag on the floor and spread his arms as if he expected John to run over and hug him. Fat chance.


And just like that, John practically climbed over him and ran into the stranger’s arms. Zach watched, trying not to hate the man. How come John would let this Timothy hug the ever-loving shit out of him when a quick peck from Zachary sent him crashing into a panic attack?

He should get out of there. He watched the two men hug for a few more seconds. They were of a similar build—Timothy a bit taller—and they could’ve been brothers. With a sigh and a sense of failure, Zachary got to his feet.

As he took a step closer, Timothy let go of John and looked him up and down. “And you must be Zachary.”

Zachary stared. How the hell does he know that? “I am,” he said and glanced at John. A flush spread over his cheeks as he quickly looked at the floor. Zachary had to bite his lip not to laugh.

“Sorry for intruding, but I can’t let you sweep my boy off his feet without vetting you first. That’s simply the way it is.”


“Your boy?” Zach asked at the same time as John groaned.

“Not like that.” Timothy grinned and continued, “We work together.”

“Yes, so I’ve heard.” Zachary smiled a little at Timothy, amused by the way his hands were in constant motion. He had a youthful appearance, but Zachary thought he was older than John. Not as old as Zach, perhaps, but a few years older than John. His warm brown eyes went soft when he looked at John, but it was more like brotherly love than something Zachary needed to worry about—not that he should be worrying about anything. He had no business here, unless… He breathed in deep. “I should get going.”

“Oh, no. Don’t let me scare you away.” Timothy grinned again, and Zachary noticed a thin ring in his lip he’d missed before.

“I should. I have nettles to deliver to Jen.”

“Nettles?” Timothy frowned, clearly thinking Zachary was out of his mind.

“Yeah. You should come. Saturday is Walpurgis Night. There’ll be a bonfire, nettle soup and choir singing.”

“At your place?” Timothy still watched him as if he was crazy.

“No.” He chuckled. “It’s a town tradition. John knows where it is.” He waved and went towards the door, not noticing John following until he reached for the handle.

“See you Saturday?”

John slowed down but ended up closer to Zachary than ever before, and of his own accord. “I…erm, where?”

“Same place as every year, up by the clearing in the woods.”

“Same as at Easter?”

“Yup, that’s the place.” John looked as if he was working up to something, so Zachary waited.

“I… Sorry for freaking out earlier.”

Zachary shook his head. “It was my fault, nothing for you to be sorry about.”

John put a hand on Zachary’s arm. It was the briefest touch, but it was enough for Zach to hold his breath. It was the first time John had initiated a touch.

Once in MayIn an attempt to run from his past, John has spent the last few years building walls around himself. He knows the best way to stay safe is to keep people at arm’s length or preferably out of sight. During weak moments, he might wish he had someone, but he’s not ready. After all, it takes seven years for the body to replace all its cells. He has four years to go before he even can think about being around people.

Zachary is always on the move, always on his way to somewhere. He’s going from job to job, from country to country. Contrary to what people might think, he wants nothing more than to find a place to call home, and he knows just where. This time, he is ready. This time, he will stay in Nortown. But when he arrives to buy the log cabin he thought would be his, he finds it inhabited. When he goes to talk to the new owner, he is met by the most beautiful green eyes followed by a door slammed in his face.

John should’ve known the peace he had found in Nortown wouldn’t last. One day everything was fine, the next a mountain of a man starts showing up wherever he goes. All Zachary wants is to be close to the quiet man who has moved into his cabin. If following him around is the only way, then so be it. Sooner or later, John will get used to having him there…at least, if Zachary hangs around long enough. *

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Throwback Thursday | Once in a Forest

Easter is approaching and I thought we’d prepare by having a look at Once in a Forest (Nortown #2).

The Nortown series was never supposed to be. I wrote Once in a Snowstorm (Nortown #1) as a one-off. I was doing NaNoWriMo and had finished the story I’d been working on but still had a couple of ks left until I hit the 50k you’re supposed to during one month, so I started writing Once in a Snowstorm….mostly as a joke – read about it here.

After I’d written Once in a Snowstorm I thought to myself ‘hey, that was fun. Perhaps I should do one story for each holiday’ and I starting writing about Easter.

Nortown didn’t turn into a series revolving around holidays, but the first two stories and The Empty Egg (Nortown #2.5) are holiday related. And Honey Baked (Nortown #5.5) too for that matter.

Writing stories about holiday can be really hard. At first, when you start, it’s easy because you know your holidays, right? You know that Easter is eating eggs and pickled herring and drinking påskmust, you know that it’s the Easter Rooster who lays the Easter eggs, you know that you light a bonfire on the Maundy Thursday (that’s today, people! Light up!) to scare off the witches so they’ll fly on their broomsticks to Blåkulla…or wait a minute, doesn’t other cultures have the Easter Bunny? And don’t some of you have Easter ham? And I’ve been in the UK during Easter, I’ve had Hot Cross Buns.

When I write a Nortown story, I mostly write it from a Swedish perspective. I take my inspiration from the nature around me, and since I’m living in a village (that’s not even allowed to be called a village) with less than 200 inhabitants in the ‘town centre’ and about 500 people in the entire parish it’s not hard. But, I don’t want it to be too alien to the reader, so I try to not make it too Swedish, and with holiday food and traditions that’s hard.

What’s your favourite thing about Easter?

In Once in a Forest Tom and Jason are going on an egg hunt. In Nortown the entire town gets together and search for Easter eggs hidden in the forest around them, it’s a tradition.

Jason had butterflies in his belly—not pleasant ones. He didn’t know how to celebrate Easter. What if the people of Nortown thought he was an idiot? What if he did something he wasn’t supposed to do? He didn’t even know how to tap eggs, though the word gave him a pretty good idea.

Biscuit was bouncing around in Jason’s lap, oblivious to the strained silence in the car. Tom had an almost desperate hold on the steering wheel, and Jason wondered what had made the happiness he’d seen during breakfast go away. He didn’t know why. He shouldn’t care, but he wanted Tom to smile again.

“You okay?”

Tom didn’t look at him, simply grunted, and turned off the main road towards the forest. “About last night…”

Jason’s gut tightened. Now what? “Yeah?”

“You can’t tell anyone.”

Oh… “You’re not out.” He didn’t make it a question; he already knew Tom wasn’t.

“Nortown isn’t like the city.” The defensive edge in his voice made Jason think before he opened his mouth.

“I won’t say anything, but—”

“No. I know you’re gonna say something about being true to myself, or for Tristan and Aiden’s sake, or something along those lines, but I was here when Tris came out, and I never want to go through that.”

Jason nodded. Why he was disappointed, he didn’t know. It was not his place to judge or even have an opinion. He didn’t know the people of Nortown, but he had a hard time thinking Jen or Marge and Monica would give a damn. “I won’t say anything.”

Tom’s shoulders slumped, and he eased his hold on the steering wheel. “Thanks.”

“So what should I expect at this egg hunt?”

Tom gave him a quick glance. “You know how egg hunts work, right? We’re here to help Jen prepare, hide eggs for people to find, and then in a couple of hours, everyone will show up. Kids, pets, adults—most of Nortown’s population will stroll into the woods and search for eggs.” Tom laughed. “Afterwards, everyone heads to Jen’s. There’ll be coffee, prizes, and lots and lots of gossip.”

Jason didn’t really know how an egg hunt worked, because he’d never been to one. He’d never celebrated holidays in any other way than to make sure he had a hot fuck at the end of the night. There wouldn’t be any sex happening tonight, unless… He pushed away the idea even as it sent a tingle of excitement down his spine. He was not going there, no matter how hot Tom was, or how considerate he appeared to be. Jason would not put himself in a situation where he could be used like that.

Once in the ForestJason has one rule when it comes to holidays – work his shift behind the bar and then find a willing body to distract himself with. One night is long enough to satisfy his needs and still walk away with his heart intact. It has worked out fine for most of his adult life, but this Easter, he’s trying something new. He’s leaving the city to visit his friend, Aiden, who recently moved in with his boyfriend in the middle of nowhere, but one unfortunate incident leaves Jason without a place to sleep.

Tom doesn’t do relationships, he rarely does hook-ups and never too close to home. Living on his own without attachments is far easier than having the whole town knowing about him. As the holiday approaches, his lonely house grows even quieter than normal – at least until his friend, Tristan, dumps an arrogant bartender in his lap.

As soon as Jason lays eyes on the gruff lumberjack whose home he’ll be sharing, he knows who’ll warm his bed for the weekend and help chase away any pending holiday gloom. Too bad Tom doesn’t want to get with the programme. As much as he wants to let Jason close, he won’t risk outing himself for a weekend fling. Will Jason trust Tom not to break his heart if he stays longer than a couple of days, and will Tom value their relationship higher than the town gossip?


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