Micah Geller considers himself lucky: at 27, he has more money than he needs, a job he loves, a debut book coming out, and a brilliant career in information security before him. What he doesn’t have is a partner to share it with—a fact that’s never bothered him much.
But the romantic in him isn’t entirely dead. When a moment of weakness finds him with a contact to a high-class escort specializing in fulfilling fantasies, Micah asks for only one thing.
Show me what it’s like to feel loved.
This book. Oh man this book is wonderful. Micah’s thoughts about how his first “date” would go are so typical of first dates in general, but also how I’d expect someone paying for a date to act. The reality of the date was so much better and it blew all of Micah’s, and my, expectations away. Angel absolutely broke my heart. He kept thinking he wasn’t deserving of Micah’s friendship or love, or that he wasn’t what Micah needed or wanted. The relationship between Micah and Angel was absolutely beautiful. They started out as client/escort, but they quickly became friends as they both overcame problems and saved each other. Angel was so bubbly and happy, there’s no way Micah couldn’t help but love him. I loved that the story kept going after Angel and Micah overcame the issues they faced and were finally able to be together. It showed more of their happy ending than most stories would. I would have liked just a little bit more to see Angel and Micah happy long term. Maybe moved in together? Or when they tell Daphne they’re ready for her to create their fairytale wedding? Despite not having that, this story was amazing and so full of emotion. Definitely a book you need to read.
Four and a half
I asked Angel to join us today to talk about one of the wildest fantasies someone has asked to fulfill before. Gotta say this fantasy is one I’m sure many people have had. Read and enjoy!
Charlotte had been Angel’s client before – they’d met once, months ago, for a fun little role-play that involved a police uniform, a pair of handcuffs and a lot of dirty talk. He remembered her as a sassy, bright woman who knew exactly what she wanted and made sure they both enjoyed every minute of it, charming and relaxing him with her playful personality when he was still so new at all this. So he smiled when he saw an email from her in his inbox – and then his grin just grew more excited the farther he read.
I don’t know if you remember me (fondly or otherwise), so I’ll just remind you of the police baton incident… Rings a bell? I bet not many of your customers make such big fools of themselves 😉
I’m writing to you because – well. Our encounter was supposed to be the one and only experience of its kind for me, despite how happy I was with it, and I’ve spent six months since telling myself to settle down and act like the mature woman I am. But you know what? Screw that. I’m single, I can afford you, and I’m turning forty in a week, so if I want to celebrate it with the best damn kinky sex I can imagine, I will. No matter how many people would roll their eyes at what I actually want.
Right, so here’s where it turns embarrassing, I think. But then again, I bet you’ve heard weirder things, and I know for a fact that you don’t judge. So here’s my confession.
I’m a huge Captain America fangirl. And I mean HUGE. I’ve seen the movies a dozen times. I’ve watched hundreds of fan videos, bought posters and fan art, read fanfiction, filled a shelf in my home office with action figures and merchandise… And yes, I fantasize about him. A lot. So?
So you probably know where this is going, right? You would be the perfect Captain, all tall and blond as you are, and with that shoulder-to-waist ratio that makes a girl’s heart flutter. Even just thinking about you dressed up as him makes me all hot and bothered. I know there are fantastic, realistic costumes available out there. (I have links. So many links). I’m 100% certain you are capable of creating a believable scene of danger and rescue. And I bet you know all the good, semi-public places for a risky little tête-à-tête afterwards.
So what do you say? Bill me whatever you deem adequate – I’ll pay for the costume and anything (or anyone) you need to create the scene, of course. I’m not asking for it to be cheap; I know quality takes money, and I want the best you have. I just want to grow old knowing that I fucked Captain America once. Consider it my mid-life crisis if you want.
I can’t be sure you accept, of course, but just in case… I’m attaching the links to the stores that sell the most realistic costumes, and my detailed schedule for the next two weeks – after we settle the payment, I don’t want to know when and where, I’ll just leave that to you. Surprise me. But I want real adrenaline, want to feel like I’m in a bit of danger, and I want a thank-you-for-saving-my-life-Captain sex in the nearest possible location, and a thrill of knowing that someone might walk in and see.
Let me know if you’re interested. I’ll be waiting with baited breath.
Angel clicked through the links, his brain already bubbling with ideas – locations and scenarios, possibilities that the assignment offered. Something this fresh and exciting didn’t happen often, and yes, of course he was going to accept Charlotte’s request.
This was going to be the best job ever.
Authors note: Custom-Made Fantasy is a little project connected with my book, “Love Starved”. You can see earlier entries on my blog.
email@example.com is a real, functioning address of a fictional character. You can write to Angel, if you want – I’m sure he would love to hear about your fantasies, too. But please be aware that by sending a message to this address, you’re allowing the use of it in little drabbles written for this column. I will never use real names or addresses there, just the contents. I can not promise to use every message I get.
If you want to send a message to Angel without revealing your email address, you can use the Ask box on my tumblr. Remember to check the “anonymous” button!
Angel’s shoulders were broad and strong; his hands kept a warm, steady pressure on Micah’s back, holding him so close that he could feel the movement of Angel’s chest with every breath he took. They stayed near the edge of the impromptu dance floor, swaying with the music. Micah felt safely surrounded, contained—in the familiar song, in the arms that felt as if they were made to hold him, in the magic of this evening. He turned his head, just to glance at Angel’s face, and couldn’t turn away, mesmerized by the look in his eyes. They held the world within—the world of affection, of caring. Of desire. It made something stir in Micah’s belly, a long-banished want.
Angel’s eyes flickered down to Micah’s mouth, and then back up. He bit his plump lower lip.
Around them, people were dancing, music was enveloping them in its sweet enchantment, and night air cooled Micah’s cheeks. Inside, he had suddenly only one desire. And he could have it. He’d been told to take what he wanted tonight.
Kate Fierro spent ten years translating, editing, and reviewing other people’s words before making an impulse decision to write down some of her own. She hasn’t been able to stop ever since. Kate lives in Europe and is bilingual, with more love for her adopted language than her native one.
With nearly a million words under her belt, Love Starved is Kate’s debut novel.
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