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Wrecked by Deanna WadsworthGay Historical Romance
Paperback: 286 pages
Publisher: Dreamspinner Press (May 15, 2015)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 1632166550
ISBN-13: 978-1632166555
Amazon: Wrecked
Amazon Kindle: Wrecked
Off the Key West coast, Rief Lawson works as a wrecker, salvaging ships and their cargo. Exiled to the outskirts of society because of his mysterious gift of sight, Rief’s only respite from his loneliness is painting an unknown blond man. When a merchant ship wrecks during a violent storm, Rief rescues a drowning victim and comes face-to-face with his destiny.
It is the man from his art!
Heir to an English barony, Mathew Weston entered the merchant trade with his greedy father and soon-to-be father-in-law. Dominated by his father and smothered by the people around him―including his sweet but tiresome fianceé―Mathew is terrified to follow his true desires. Marriage and obedience seem safer than a life of secrecy and possible prison.
After the daring rescue, a fire ignites between the two men. Powerless to resist his desire, Mathew learns what it means to be a man in Rief’s arms. With this newfound confidence, Mathew teaches Rief through gentle touch that he deserves the affection he’s long been denied. Yet their affair is doomed from the start. Two desperate men, wrecked in heart and mind, must find a way to salvage the chance at love fate has given them.
Very interesting book. At times it reads just like the cover, an M/M bodice ripper. At other times the plot has imagination. The descriptions of dress, custom, history are well woven into the story. Sex is well written in its description, yet again it feels like a trashy novel at the same time. The author also plays with the manly man being buggered by the less hirsute younger man. Much is made of the younger being ridiculed as effeminate by his father. A complicated story. Also the modern world keeps coming into play with yearnings for things to be like the 21st century, hard to imagine in the 19th. (A personal note, the girl puts butter on burns, my grand mother in 1964 put butter on my burns, we now know better than to smother burns, but oh so interesting how long that remedy continued.)
