Mr. Fantasy by Cambria Hebert Chapter Reveal

 

 

Title: Mr. Fantasy
Author: Cambria Hebert
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 2, 2019

 

Blurb

 

Better than
your reality…
A Caribbean
island.
A rich CEO.
A woman
thrown overboard.
A delicious
one-night stand.
Want to
know what happens next?
Find all
the answers and more between the pages
of this
sizzling standalone romance—Mr. Fantasy.
Mr. Fantasy
is a standalone contemporary romance novel and contains an HEA.
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CHAPTER 1 + 2 of MR. FANTASY
1
Nora
“I can’t
believe the week is almost over.” Val groaned, then consoled herself with a
large gulp of the fruity cocktail sitting in front of her.
I sighed
sadly, silently agreeing with her. Spring break needed to be a lot longer than
a week. Pretty soon, it would be back to work, back to classes… back to
reality.
Reality
sucked.
Especially
when I gazed around this tropical resort and realized some people lived like
this all the time.
“One week
in paradise just isn’t enough,” I said out loud, playing with the pink umbrella
perched in the coconut drink I held. Rotating the barstool, I spun to face the
turquoise water of the ocean and pure-white sand beneath it.
Grass
umbrellas dotted the beach, and under them, people lounged and played. Beyond
the beach, people also played in the water, running around in skimpy bikinis
and golden tans.
The breeze
off the ocean blew through the tangled strands of my blond hair, and sand clung
between my toes. Focusing past the shoreline, I gazed across the water, past
the floating cabanas, and out to a small island filled with palm trees.
“I’d like
to see the guy who owns that island just once while we’re here.” My voice was
wistful as I plucked the cherry out of my drink and popped it into my mouth.
Sweet juice
from the fruit burst over my tongue as I stared.
Val made a
sound and slapped me on the shoulder. “Don’t even tell me that’s the reason you
haven’t had a fling yet!” she practically yelled.
Swiftly, I
swung in her direction. “Shh! God, Valerie, don’t announce our sex life to the
entire resort.”
“At least I
have a sex life,” she muttered, fitting her straw into her mouth. “That’s what
spring break is for. Letting loose, having fun… no regrets.”
“Hey, I’ve
done that, too.”
She made a
rude sound. “You’ve turned down three guys since we got here.”
I shrugged
and looked back at the ocean. “I’m picky.”
“You have
to let him go, Nor,” Valerie said gently. Leaning in, she rested her cheek on
my shoulder. “I know you loved him, but Alan wasn’t good enough. And he hurt
you.”
Yeah. Yeah, he did.
I sucked on
the straw until it made that annoying slurping sound because my alcohol had
officially run out.
“Having a
fling is the best way to get him out of your system. Let someone rock your
world for a night, and forget about him completely.”
I smirked.
“You think a one-night stand will erase a guy I dated for nearly a year?”
Val sat up
and wagged her eyebrows at me. “The right guy will.”
I laughed,
and she snagged the empty coconut out of my hand and held it over her head.
“Bartender, another!”
“Now, about
that.” My best friend pointed out toward the distant island. “Please tell me
you haven’t been holding out to see if Mr. Island shows up to rock your world.”
I scoffed
at her assumption.
“I knew
it!” she yelled.
People
around us turned to look at her.
I smiled at
them, “Sorry. She’s a bit extra.”
“You’re
still hung up on your cheating, scumbag ex, and now you’re hung up on some
faceless guy who might not even exist?” Val dropped her forehead into her hand.
“I’ve failed as a best friend.”
I slipped
an arm around her shoulders. “You have not.”
A tap on my
shoulder made me turn, my eyes colliding with a set of piercing green ones.
“Oh,” I said, a little breathless.
“Your drink
is ready,” the bartender said, leaning over the bar, holding out my refill.
“Oh!” I
glanced down at the drink. “Thanks.”
“Anytime,
gorgeous,” he quipped and winked.
I nearly
spilled the drink in my lap right there. He wasn’t wearing a shirt, and he had
the bronze tan of a local with an accent to match.
“You need
anything else, just wave.”
I nodded,
unable to reply.
“See!” Val
said, putting her arm around me, bringing me back around. “This is exactly what
I’m talking about. You’re gorgeous. You could have any guy here you wanted.
Even the bartender. Yet you’re busy mooning over some guy who’s probably old
enough to be your grandpa.”
“I am not
mooning!” I insisted. Then I grimaced. “And ew… grandpa.”
“You really
expect some young, hot single to own that island over there?”
I shook my
head. “Not just the island… this entire resort.”
Valerie
moaned. “That’s just a sexy rumor the staff here likes to tell women like us.
It makes us even more excited about this place.”
“It could
be true,” I murmured, staring out to sea. “He really could be some young, rich
computer genius who sold off an app and bought this place.”
“Uh-huh.
And he has a hot body and the stamina to make you forget all about Awful Alan.”
“Hey,” I
accused, salty. “I didn’t judge you when your fantasy was to sleep with a yoga
instructor to see if they really were more flexible than other guys.”
Valerie
giggled. “They are. They totally are.”
I rolled my
eyes. “You’re incorrigible.”
“Hey, I’m
young, single, and being safe. What’s wrong with a little fun?”
I drank
some of my cocktail.
“Besides,
at least my fantasy was attainable. Yours is practically from the pages of some
cheesy romance novel.”
“Whatever.”
I sighed. This conversation was bringing down my buzz. “Finish your drink so we
can go lay on the beach.”
“Your time
is running out.” She reminded me. “We’re going home tomorrow night. If you
don’t have a fling soon, you’re never going to get over Alan.”
I’d had
enough of this conversation, and if she said my ex-boyfriend’s name one more
time, I was going to scream. I jumped down off the barstool and tripped on my
flip-flop, stumbling.
“Whoa,” I
stammered as I fumbled forward. Seconds later, I collided into the back of a
chair, falling over the shoulder of whoever was sitting there and dumping my
drink down their chest.
The
shoulder under my waist stiffened, and I scrambled to leap back.
“Oh my
gosh, I am so sorry!” I exclaimed. Dumbly, I looked down at the drink in my
hand. It was empty.
Horrified,
I skittered around the chair as the person sitting in it stood, pushing it out
from beneath him.
Our bodies
collided and I tumbled back, but he caught my arm to keep me from falling.
Another apology formed on my lips, but the second I looked up, it dissipated.
He was
tall. So tall I had to crane my neck back to look up at him. His shoulders were
wide, and his jaw was chiseled. His skin had the same deep bronzed look as all
the locals, and his hair was the color of midnight.
I didn’t
know if his mouth was just sexy as hell or if the way he pursed his lips as he
regarded me made them look pouty, but the effect was still the same.
Everything
inside me tightened and then went liquid, as though he’d melted me with just
one glance.
My mouth
moved, but no sounds came out. I was exceptionally aware of his large hand
wrapped around my upper arm. Even though we were sitting in the shade, his hand
felt warm like he’d been in the sun. Goose bumps erupted along my bare arms and
legs, and my scalp prickled with awareness.
Glancing
down to where he held me, I couldn’t help but notice how his hand was so big it
wrapped around my arm completely. Involuntarily, I shivered as I thought about
what else his hands would completely cover.
Embarrassed,
I jerked away from his touch. His hand dropped beside him, and then I realized
the entire front of his shirt was completely soaked with my drink.
Gasping, I
tossed aside the empty coconut and let my hands hover near him. “This is all my
fault,” I exclaimed. “Can I get some napkins over here?” I yelled. “Valerie!”

 

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