As the only transgender contestant on his favorite televised baking competition, Blaise Thompson wants his baking to stand out while he keeps his gender identity private. But when Blaise falls for fellow competitor Erik, he must risk vulnerability, or he may lose more than the contest. The Great British Bake-Off meets Play It Again.
In a small town just outside of Seattle on a morning just before Christmas, Blaise trekked out to the mailbox wearing nothing but a t-shirt, flannel pajama pants, and a bathrobe too flimsy to keep him warm. All were somewhat too big on him. He had what he considered an unfortunately slim frame, which he blamed his mother for.
And his genetics.
He blamed a lot of things on his genetics. But in his position, he bet a lot of people would.
Speaking of his shoulders, he rubbed them as he shivered, exhaling in response to the chill air. His breath curled out around him like tendrils of smoke. No white Christmas this year–worse. It had snowed just enough for ice and grey slush to freeze the ground. And Blaise’s bare toes, too. It was an inhospitable place for bare feet.
Shoes. That’s what he’d forgotten: his winter boots. In his rush to check the mailbox, as had been his ritual for the past few weeks, he’d hurried outside without his shoes on. He cursed himself as he tried to avoid the slush puddles. What kind of person forgot their shoes in the middle of December?
By the time he reached the mailbox and opened the slot, he half-jokingly wondered if he’d get frostbite for nothing. And then he half-seriously worried about the possibility. His feet certainly felt blue, though he dared not check them. But immediately, he became distracted by the mailbox contents.