Have you ever met a character in a film, book, or TV show that just wouldn’t let you go? Hot is a given, but their story stayed with you. You wanted to give them acceptance, freedom, release–you know what you wanted to give. And you know exactly what you wanted to take. With a character boner like that, what’s a biggest fan supposed to do?
According to the New York Times, 46% of people polled say they fantasize about other people while having sex with their lovers. So do you? Do you pretend that deep dicking is from primetime’s most popular fall guy living a lie to protect innocent others? Or does the skirt upshot you’re dreaming of belong to the blushing damsel desperate for release in the novel that won’t let you go?
Maybe roleplaying is more your style? Does your lover go the extra mile and become the angst-ridden cowboy from that western, with you tied up and being a good little pony? Maybe you get to be Daddy while your little one sits on your lap and confesses the secrets of your favorite girl-next-door, reluctant heroine.
So, so many ways to play out treasured scenes and sins that keep you up at night. That need to fill in certain fictional character hangover blanks was my inspiration for The Fangirl’s Dream. If you’ve ever wondered what it would be like to meet a hot character from a book, TV show, or film, you’ll love this book. So tell me, who’s your book boyfriend? What doll of your silver screen dreams creams for you? I want to know your character crushes, and the naughty things you do with them in that fangirl imagination of yours!
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Excerpt
Chapter One
Lost in the wild
Captive by circumstance…
Endangered
He had no flaw. The character hated swimming, a permissible preference, otherwise he was strong, dark, mysterious, a whiz with technology, compassionate, and smoking hot. More than all of that, she ached to save him. After years of servitude hacking U.S. GPS drone systems for the Iranian military, he’d broken away by selling Intel to the American government. Finally able to enjoy his first vacation, he was in a bus crash, then later abandoned by the other survivors.
She could save him, restore his faith in humanity, on her knees or bent over a table, which for most men would inspire just fine. She saw no limit to the possibilities in smoothing the ever-present worry lines from his brow.
Ever obsessing about the show with her friends was one thing. After it aired, they’d all bed their boyfriends, even Frank, and through squinted eyes fantasize the cock in them belonged to their television lover. Siler didn’t have that outlet, hadn’t had it for ages. The girls all thought her lack of mate some prudish nod to morality, or deep-seated insecurity. They didn’t know she’d enjoyed raucous sexual freedom in her younger years. No, she didn’t have men at her door in droves now, but not for lack of trying on their part. Her dedication to becoming a federal public defender, however thankless, and saving the unsavable eradicated any hope of a personal life.
Yes, she missed the regularity of a thorough dicking, but it had always come at a high price, one she refused to pay again. Through her twenties, casual sex had been fine, fun, even. But a thirty-year-old bar hopper was just sad, and at thirty-two, after shallow dalliances with a string of Mr. Wrongs, she’d given up.
A year and a half ago.
Being drawn into Endangered proved the perfect Prozac. Her spirits lifted. The relief of not looking for Mr. Right left her free to focus on her caseload, to connect with her clients—society’s castoffs—and try to fulfill her purpose of helping others. Sexual needs became muted, manageable with the right tools—for the most part. Occasionally her body ached for release under someone else’s touch, and in her mind he always had an olive complexion, not to mention agile fingers masterfully working her clit.
Every time, she closed her eyes, she saw Farraj. His face above hers, lips parted in a moan. His lean, hard body moving over, around, in her. His rolling, rich accent asking, “Like this?”
And why wouldn’t it be him? Fantasy gave better than the womanizing pricks her social circle presented. As a well-off single woman, no pressure urged her to find a mate, materially, or even socially. Siler could hold out for the hot love she wanted, and despite how insane, how irrational, she wanted Farraj Reza. Only one avenue presented itself to get him.
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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?
Available from:
Amazon UK
Amazon US
Decadent Publishing
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About the Author:
Erotic mezzofiction writer, Fierce is imagination shapeshifted as a scribe taunting blank pages and carpal tunnel, neither of which are much use for deadlines. Close allies are impeccable timing and a trusty masseuse. Being a switch I/ENFP doesn’t hurt. For kicks Fierce has other personas across several genres, tends to fill in “Other” on surveys without explaining, and chooses the finality of the Japanese Tamagotchi.
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PS–Your captchas are hard!
I love the type of articles that say to me at least- that I’m not the only one who thinks this way. And you are so right about the characters– I think for many of us FanGirls we feel that way about Loki because we want to redeem him and set him free or do him. One of the two. Okay definitely the second one but the first one is really high up on the list.
Btw loved your excerpt too!
Thank you, Clare!