Book – Finding His Fantasy
Author – Deanna Wadsworth
Star rating - ★★★★★
No. of Pages – 128 (according to Goodreads. 93 if 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.
Favourite Quote:
““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?”