Cthulhu for Christmas by Meghan Maslow

What do murder, Christmas, tentacles, and a straight best friend all have in common? Hell if Zen King knows. But he’s gonna find out.

Magic doesn’t exist. Zen, a former foster kid turned cop, knows this. There’s certainly nothing magical about his life. He’s got a job where he’s permanently on crowd control. A houseboat that’s stuck in the 80s. And don’t forget Grey Criswel, his gorgeous straight best friend he’s been in love with since he knew what the word meant. That’s not cliché or anything . . . except when it really, really is.
He’s also got a former foster mom with a hard edge and an even sharper tongue, a beaver who seems to be his roommate, a bunch of naked carolers refusing to put on their damn clothes, and some mysterious happenings at the isle’s lighthouse. Oh, and murder. Because what says happy holidays like a corpse at a Christmas tree farm?
Most of this he can handle, except there’s the small matter—or really a rather large one—of tentacles. Six of them to be exact. Attached. To. His. Back. And naturally they’re all “Gay for Grey,” because, yeah, this is his life.

But maybe it takes a little Christmas magic and the help of some additional, uh, appendages to make Zen’s dreams come true.