Blurb:
Siler
Dunham would do anything to have Farraj Reza, hero of the smash network TV
drama, "Endangered." Every week she tunes in to watch him calculate
the rescue of fellow bus crash survivors trapped deep in the jungle by a
ruthless drug lord.
A federal public defender with a penchant for saving the unsavable, she can’t resist his sad story, or his badass charm. When she seeks a matchmaking service to meet him, their one night stand isn't what she expected.
Forced to choose between unbridled lust and compassion, Siler must forgo her fantasy... or mustn’t she?
A federal public defender with a penchant for saving the unsavable, she can’t resist his sad story, or his badass charm. When she seeks a matchmaking service to meet him, their one night stand isn't what she expected.
Forced to choose between unbridled lust and compassion, Siler must forgo her fantasy... or mustn’t she?
~Excerpt~
His lashes fluttered, then his eyes
widened. The gun didn’t waver. “Who are you? Where did you come from?”
“I’m here for you, Farraj, or
whatever your name is. I came to meet you. You know—”
He pressed the gun into her neck. “I
don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Hawa’a. That’s it right, what I’m
supposed to say—some kind of watch word?”
He clenched his jaw and his cheek
twitched, and she imagined feeling it under her lips. “Who told you that word?”
Balancing on her knees with her arms
raised in surrender, she toppled onto her bottom. Grit clung to the back of her
legs. Something’s not right. “Madame Eve, the woman who arranged
our meeting. She told me to say Hawa’a, first thing.”
As much as her restricted movement
allowed, she looked around. Tiny beach. Palm trees. Crystal clear water. The cove….
Annoyed, Siler nudged the gun back
with her elbow and stood, brushing sand from her bottom and smoothing her
wilting skirt. Sweat beaded her brow, and her carefully disheveled tresses
cascaded in limp curls over her shoulders.
“What is this?” Knuckles bracing her
hips, she glared down the lowered barrel. “This is not what I asked for. What the fuck? Is
this some kind of joke?”
Disappointment rolled in her stomach and tears stung
her eyes. I’m such an idiot. “You know what? Let’s just forget this
whole ‘one-night’ thing, and I’ll go home.” Palms up, she took a step to one
side then the other. The only evident path lay behind him. She would have to
pass him, and the shotgun.
Adri’s Review:
Siler wants a night with her favorite character, and in all
of Madame Eve’s abilities that is exactly what Siler gets. This story left me
curious exactly how it was pulled off. Siler is literately dumped into the
middle of her favorite show, only thing is that it’s not a TV show but reality.
The way the author wrote the seamless mix of fantasy to
reality is fantastic. It makes you want to have the exact same experience as
Siler does in this story. She writes it to the point where you feel how Siler herself
feels that she really is in this story. It’s hard to tell whether its real or
fake, but then suddenly its all real. It’s impossible to think that she isn’t
really experiencing this night with her favorite character. The fact that she
also takes the information she’s learned through watching the show to help her
fantasy man get out of the hell he is in.
This really is a fantasy story not only for the 1Night Stand
aspect of it, but how the night takes
place.
Happy Reading… Adri
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