Publisher: Ellora’s Cave
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Heat Rating: 3
Masturbating can be so much fun—especially when you have a one-man audience. Addison loves sex. More importantly, she loves her body and isn’t afraid to make it sing. Add a little voyeurism and it’s totally erotic.
Dante’s muse has stalled—until his sexy neighbor starts seducing him. Through her bedroom window, he watches as her hands caress her tantalizing skin. It’s like something out of a strip club, with his very own personal view. Thanks to this beauty, he’s drawing like wildfire. To thank Addison, Dante sends her an invitation for a single night together. That night may encourages them to draw a new future…together.
Addison is content with life. She enjoys sex, loves her body, and while she doesn’t mind sharing herself with a partner, she enjoys bringing herself off…particularly when she finds someone for whom to perform. The hottie who lives in the building across from hers makes the perfect audience. What she doesn’t know is that the hottie in question, Dante, is an artist in need of inspiration, and she has proven to be all the muse he needs to give his creativity a jumpstart. However, when Dante issues an invitation for an actual meeting, Addison is hesitant. Will the fantasy lose its punch, or are they only getting started?
Dante’s Desire is a spicy read about two strangers who share something intense without being in the same room. The novella delivers on everything it promises: it’s sexy and hot beyond hot, and allows for a perfect break from reality. I enjoyed Dante’s Desire as a bit of brain-candy, but I would have liked a bit more character development. For instance, Addison sees no issue with masturbating in front of an open window, but later appears shy and then angry when she learns her sensuous poses have made it onto Dante’s sketchpad. She is also shocked upon discovering he took photos of her sex show. To me, this character inconsistency didn’t coincide with the confident, immodest, sexual woman to whom readers are introduced in the opening pages. Granted, there is a difference between Addison’s performance and being photographed, but it struck me as odd that she never considered the possibility to begin with. To the author’s credit, she did address the dichotomy in text, but it wasn’t explored or explained, rather just observed.
However, whatever the story lacks it more than makes up for in heat. If you’re looking for a bit of steamy escapism, be sure not to miss Dante’s Desire.
3 Tea Cups!