Forty-eight-year-old art gallery owner Paul Strait loves the nightlife—wild parties, stiff cocktails, and even stiffer men! But his decadent lifestyle has grown lonely and now he’s looking for love. Some days it seems the perfect guy must be a fantasy so he enlists the help of Madame Eve. After all, a fantasy service like 1Night Stand should be able to deliver his fantasy man, right?
Josef Debrossé runs an exotic gay bar in the Caribbean known only to locals and select tourists. The many patrons coming in and out of his bar ensure he never has a shortage of lovers, but he’s grown tired of being just a vacation fling. He wants to be another man’s lover and partner, not a mere souvenir from the islands.
Lost in a dance of lust and allure, both men are thrilled with Madame Eve’s choice for them and have an instant, intense connection. Flirting over drinks quickly leads to the bedroom. But after their fiery lust has been quenched, the night goes from fantasy to reality without warning. Secrets and frightening pasts threaten to shatter the magical illusion of their perfect date. Will this budding romance survive in the face of reality?
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I really had a fun time writing this book because Paul (the blond) was such a strong character that he turned what should have been a 15k book into 32K. He has more opinions than is probably good for him, but after 48 years, a man’s bound to form a few, right? He’s definitely NOT a cookie cutter m/m romance hero. I enjoy writing flawed characters that you can fall in love with even when they annoy you. Paul is no acceptation. He smokes and drinks—making no apologies for either BTW—and while I was concerned that some readers would be turned off by the smoking, I had to just say f*** it and let Paul be Paul.
He wouldn’t have it any other way!
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“Would you like me to get us another drink?” Josef held up his empty glass, his face alight with good humor.
Paul pulled out his pack of cigarettes. “Christ, what I need after that is a smoke.”
“I was simply doing as you asked.”
“Touché.” After he put a cigarette in his mouth, he offered the pack to Josef while he fished in his pocket for a lighter. When Josef slid one out and placed it between his lips with expert precision, Paul almost screamed out, “Thank you, Jesus.” Not finding his lighter, he patted his other pocket. Before sweet deliverance could be brought, however, a young lady in a white shirt and black pants appeared out of nowhere.
“Excuse me, gentleman,” she said, smiling. “The Cabaña Lounge is non-smoking.”
Paul curled his lip and gestured around with his pack of Marlboros. “Seriously? We’re outside. On a roof. Hell, this resort even has smoking rooms.”
The young girl gave him the condescending look of all judgmental non-smokers. “Yes, we do, sir. But that’s in your room. Other people breathe this air.”
He opened his mouth to argue about the absurdity and maybe give her a taste of his inner mean girl—but Josef placed a hand on his arm. “Why don’t we go to my bar? Then we can continue our earlier discussion in a more private locale. Oui?”
At the memory of the man’s hands on him, and consumed with a sudden desperation to have them all over his body, his irritation receded. Smiling, he took both of their cigarettes and returned them to the pack. When he placed it in his jacket pocket he felt his lighter rattling around and his mood lightened further. “Yes, let’s.”
The girl left, muttering to herself. Paul caught the words “rude” and “smokers,” but with Josef beside him, he wasn’t even annoyed enough to take her name and report her attitude to the manager. He held out his hand. “Shall we?”
Hesitating, Josef swept him with a head-to-toe glance. “Perhaps we should go to your room and change first. You might be a bit overdressed.”
Snatching his hand up, Paul laughed and dragged him to the elevator. “Honey, there’s no such thing as overdressed.”
Book – Finding His Fantasy
Author – Deanna Wadsworth
Star rating – ★★★★★
No. of Pages – 128 (according to Goodreads. 93 is you ask Amazon)
Movie Potential – ★★★★★
Ease of reading – very easy, and quick, to read
Would I read it again – Definitely!
** I WAS GIVEN THIS BOOK, BY THE AUTHOR, IN RETURN FOR AN HONEST REVIEW **
Okay, I’ll confess – I splurged on Deanna’s 1NightStand stories, before reading this. Only because, although I had quite a few of her stories, I’d never got around to reading them yet and I wanted to read this one in context. I’m so glad I did.
This review will be short and sweet, just like the story. Normally I write pages and pages in my reviews, but there’s no need for this one.
“Finding His Fantasy” is one of those hot, but intense reads that you can pick up easily, but will never want to put down. You get lost in the pages; transported to a sunny, exotic location, full of hot, hunky men eyeing each other up. There’s nothing quite like it.
Unlike some of her other 1NightStand stories, this one has an intensity that prevented me from smiling the whole way through. Why? Because there was a serious undercurrent of something horrible, lurking beneath the surface. Revealed in the last few chapters, to be much worse than I thought, the intensity of Paul and Josef’s secrets was too lingering and bubbled beneath the surface through most of the story. It felt inappropriate to smile through this entire story, because the pain was real and visible, even when I didn’t yet understand it.
As the longest and most intense of the 1NightStand stories I’ve read yet, (all Deanna’s) this one hit all the right buttons. Hot, fiery, sizzling. All those words and more. But also sweet, like a caress that knew just when to get heavier and when to get lighter. And, most of all, real. This was the best chemistry and the best plot I’ve read, despite absolutely loving and devouring the others.
““Do you like art?”
“How could one not? ‘Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt.’”
Paul’s head jerked and he gaped at the man. “Did you just quote Da Vinci?”
Another coy smile teased his mouth. “You know I did.”
Now that was fucking sexier than the man’s round ass – which was a masterpiece even Da Vinci couldn’t have imagined. A beautiful man was one thing, but a smart beautiful man?”
Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. She has served multiple board positions at her local RWA chapter and with Rainbow Romance Writers of America. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.