Length: 87 pages
Cover Design: Sloan J Designs
There, among a horde of college students attending for extra credits, is Declan Pomeroy, a photographer of fey creatures who is twenty-two years younger than Steven. The woods are a magical place, and he quickly finds himself falling under the spell of the free-spirited photographer. Confusion wars with desire as Steven succumbs to the feelings welling up inside. But, sadly, summer camp always must end. Can a man who has just found himself really leave the person that makes his heart sing?
"I am so glad to see you," he purred between kisses.
Someone back on the porch shouted. My grip on his backside lessened and he slid to the ground with a pout. "Come meet the guys. We were just talking about you."
"You kids don’t want an old dinosaur breaking up your good times."
"Just stop." Declan grabbed my wrist and tugged me along in his wake. For being so slender, he was a strong little tugboat. The boys on the porch greeted me warmly. They were incredibly similar in style, which, I guess, reflects on the age. Conformity to the current trends is everything when you're young. Each young man wore cargo shorts, low-cut tank tops, Nikes, sunglasses, and ball caps turned backward. Aside from hair coloring all four, and that included Declan—although his ankle bracelet and pink bandana ascot showed a modicum of individuality—were cookie-cutter young males. I was greeted with "Yo" and "'Sup" after Declan introduced me.
He then steered me to the lone seat, a rough Adirondack chair exactly like the one on my porch. I sat. The guys fell back into their conversation about some video game. Declan sat down beside me, his dark head resting on my knee. I trembled violently inside at the gesture. All my bells and whistles were ringing, and yet these kids didn’t seem to pay any attention to the public display of affection. My hand was shaking when I placed it timidly on Declan’s head. His hair was soft as rabbit fur. He sighed blissfully at the contact. Talk flowed around me but I said little. If one did not know my avocation to be a wordsmith, they would think me mute.
About an hour passed. Declan had not moved an inch. My fingers now dallied with his hair. I had learned a great deal about this camp from simply listening. It was an open camp—obviously, since I had registered— but mostly college students used it to pick up an extra credit if they were in any of the arts programs. They had to write papers and turn them in before the fall semester began. If students from across the country did not fill all the bungalows, then they were offered to authors who couldn’t author anymore.
The troupe of artists, actors, and musicians slowly pushed into their skater shoes and ambled off. I was content to sit here forever, stroking Declan’s hair, but I had a few questions for my obsession.
"Why do you need extra credit?" I asked. A honeybee visited the red flowers in Declan’s clay pot. "Didn’t you graduate? You're twenty-two, that should get you a bachelor's degree in fine arts."
His cheek laid on my bare thigh. I felt his heavy exhalation tickle the yellow hairs on my leg. My fingers continued combing.
"I'm a super senior," he said without lifting his head from my leg.
"Do you get fries with that?"
Review by: Jennifer
Steven is an author that has hit the proverbial wall of writers block. He has been struggling with getting the next book of his series out, but dealing with the aftermath of his third divorce has taken alot out of him, leaving him blank. When his daughter suggests that he leave the city and try a camp where he can commune with nature, at first Steven is a bit skeptical but ends up going; at this point he is willing to try anything. When he gets there, he is still blocked, the difference is now he is in the middle of nowhere without anything to entertain him. When he happens to meet Declan, something happens, he starts to have thoughts about a man, something that has never happened before. When it becomes obvious that the two have an attraction, they of course act on that. As the two spend the summer together, Steven starts to write again, realizing that Declan has helped open the block that Steven had. But when Steven has to leave and go back to the real world, will Declan go with, or is this the end of the fantasy summer that Steven and Declan have had?
This has some really good sexy times, like really good, too bad there is very little story to be had. There was a lot of details missing, details that probably would have pulled the story in and have it make more sense at some spots. So basically if I was going off story it would be a one star, but adding in the sexy times, I'll give this 3 stars.
When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.
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