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Private Charter by N.R. Walker
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
*~~*ARC kindly provided by the author to me in exchange for an honest review *~~*
This was a fun, hot story by N.R. Walker with a lots of sexual innuendo, hot teasing and (later) skin-on-skin action.
I liked the summerly atmosphere and the sizzling tension. The scenery is most marvelous described and you could literally see the area infront of my inner eye. N.R. Walker knows how to catches the authors attention with her vibrant and colorful setting, gives the reader the right atmosphere to – literally – dive into the story.
What I missed in this book, although I liked the characters very much was the depth, first at the beginning but overall in the book. The protagonists Stuart and Foster start with pretty funny and casual banter, it’s light and easy, although the reason Stuart is on the vacation is a pretty serious one: he’s in desperate need to calm down a few days and relax otherwise he risks that his health goes down the gutter.
Where I liked the lightness in the beginning I felt it a bit repetitve after a while and was – I dare to say it – bored a bit. A few less references to Stuart’s tight white Speedos (nothing against them, but honestly, the temptation with them came across a bit dull after the third or fourth time mentioning and teasing Foster with it) would have been perfect I guess. I guess it’s partly a “it’s me, not the book”-aspect which counts into my overall rating, but I liked it much more when they talked about the serious topics, when Stuart opened up, when he became vulnerable.
When Stuart shows his rare side, his almost childish side, he’s sweet and shy, enjoys how much Foster teaches him about sailing and handling the yacht. These aspects could have been more focused on; less sex or innuendos to it, more the characters in domestic bliss, so to say. 🙂
Foster is a character I really liked and his solid presence actually balanced the negative parts out; he was like a rock for Stuart and he had a nice no-nonsense attitude sometimes. Something he seems to inherit still from his former career – a plus to this, that we have two MCs with the same business background, whereas both are in a totally different position and have total opposite lifestyles. It really was nice to read two coins of the medal so to speak. 🙂
All in all it was a satifying summer read, full of hot, sexy scenes and some parts I really loved, like the tequila drinking game.
I, personally, was just a bit bored by a few repetive actions and scenes which felt similar but I guess it’s on the one hand based on the pretty limited setting and story development (they are on a ship for days, pretty isolated and just the two) on the other the mood I was into when I read the book.
But because of the beautiful scenery described, the nice display of characters (although they could have shown even more depth, it wasn’t enough for me, or those parts were a bit neglected) and the small angsty part at the end of the book which gave it a few dramatic moments, I give it 4 out of 5 stars. 🙂
RELEASE BLITZ
Title: Private Charter
Author: N.R. Walker
Genre: M/M Romance
Release Date: August 24, 2018
Lenght: 244 pages
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Blurb
Stuart Jenner’s job is high stress, high stakes, and everything he’s strived for. So why, when the apex of his career is within reach, does he stumble? At his doctor’s insistence, he books a privately chartered yacht to sail around the Whitsundays for two weeks of sun, surf, and sex. When his friend-with-benefits bails on him at the last minute, Stuart decides to go alone.
Foster Knight left the rat race behind six years ago, bought a yacht, and now calls the Great Barrier Reef his home. Sailing tourists around tropical waters is all in a day’s work, and he’s never been happier. When his next client arrives alone, the two-week charter will be the most private job he’s ever had.
Foster can see how stressed and exhausted Stuart is, and he promises him extensive rest and relaxation. Stuart slowly realises his original plan for two weeks of sun, surf, and sex might not be lost yet. Confined to a yacht, isolated by aqua-coloured oceans and the sweltering sun, Stuart and Foster are about to find out just how hot the tropics can get.
Excerpt
While he ducked downstairs to grab his things, I dropped anchor and pulled over the sun visor. Stuart came back up, vest gone, towel draped over his arm, and the bottle of sunscreen in his hand. He held it out to me. “Would you mind?”
I took it and rolled my eyes. “It’s not exactly a hardship.”
He chuckled and turned around, giving me his back. I applied sunscreen, covering his back and the nape of his neck, rubbing his shoulders, and even giving him a little massage. “You’re not so tense today,” I said.
“Imagine how relaxed you could get me,” he said, his voice low. I dug my thumbs into the knot of his shoulders, intending it as a jab to what he said, but he moaned instead. “Jesus, your hands…”
I dropped them and took a small step back. “You’re done.”
He turned to face me, his imploring gaze full of mischief. “Would you mind terribly doing my front? I’d hate to get sunscreen on your yacht.”
I stared at him. And Jesus, he was being serious.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
He looked around the cockpit. “I know. That’s why I asked. I’d hate to get sunscreen on your seat or your ladder when I hold on.”
I fought a smile. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Oh, I know.” He sighed dramatically. “Well, if you won’t do it for me, could you watch me do it and point out any parts I miss? I’d hate to get sunburnt.” He dropped his towel onto the seat and made a show of pouring sunscreen onto his palm. How could he make that sexual? God, it may as well be honey, or lube, or any-fucking-thing I’d like to lick off him.
And as if that wasn’t bad enough, then he rubbed it all over his chest, his abs, down below his navel… and his eyes never left mine. His tongue peeked out at the corner of his mouth, and he stretched his neck and rubbed one hand over his throat while his other hand slipped just under his Speedos. It made me look at the bulge barely concealed by his swimmers. “Did I get everywhere, Foster?”
I swallowed hard and forced myself to make eye contact. “You were pretty thorough, yeah.”
One corner of his mouth rose in a sexy-as-hell smirk. “I’ve been told that before.”
My nostrils flared. “You don’t play fair.”
He shook his head slowly. “I’m not playing.”
Fuck.
Sure, it was summer, and sure it was the tropics, but that had nothing to do with the sweat that beaded all over my body. I let out a shaky breath and reached up to a line of sunscreen he’d missed under his eye and smeared it with the pad of my thumb. I wanted to slide my thumb across his lip. I wanted to slip it into his mouth, let him suck on it…
“Join me,” he whispered. “You know you want to.”
I knew exactly where we’d end up if we got into the water together. “I was going to make a start on an early lunch,” I replied. There was no conviction in my voice, and he knew it.
He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I’m not hungry for food.” Then he turned, collected his towel, which he dropped near the ladder, and dived into the water.
I all but collapsed onto the seat, taking in deep breaths. I wiped my forehead, my face, and felt my heart hammering in my chest. Jesus, Lord have mercy, he was going to kill me.
I shouldn’t encourage this. I should have told him when this whole playful flirting thing started that it was a no-go. I had rules in place for a reason. I had a business, a reputation.
I also had a hard-on that wasn’t going away any time soon.
I had urges and desires that I hadn’t wanted to act on with anyone else. Then Stuart Fucking Jenner boarded my yacht and everything went to hell.
I should go down to the galley and prepare some lunch. I should turn on the TV for a distraction, or read a book, or go into my bathroom and take care of my aching dick, thinking about anything but him.
Him in the water, just a few metres away. Him, with the come-fuck-me eyes, who wants me to join him.
I should not want him. I should not want this. And most of all, I should not get into the water with him. I knew how it would end. I would dive into the water with him, and he’d swim over to me with that devastating smile, and he’d reach out for me and I’d pull him close. He’d wrap his legs around me and I’d tread water, holding us both up, and he’d crush his mouth to mine. I’d finally get to taste him, to have that gorgeous pink tongue of his in my mouth, and then we’d bring it on board. On the deck, on the cockpit seat, down in the cabin, on the floor, on the table, in his bed, in mine.
“Fuck.”
I stood up, pulled my shirt over my head, took two long strides, and dived headfirst into the water.
Author bio – N.R. Walker
N.R. Walker is an Australian author, who loves her genre of gay romance. She loves writing and spends far too much time doing it, but wouldn’t have it any other way.
She is many things; a mother, a wife, a sister, a writer. She has pretty, pretty boys who she gives them life with words.
She likes it when they do dirty, dirty things…but likes it even more when they fall in love. She used to think having people in her head talking to her was weird, until one day she happened across other writers who told her it was normal.
She’s been writing ever since…
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