Caleb and Tarkan were an odd couple—men from two different cultures—so in love, they were determined to overcome any obstacles. But fate had different plans for Tarkan. Shattered and unable to function a full two years after tragedy strikes, Caleb faces the hollow shell that is his life.
Adem Broussard is happy enough, as owner and chef of his restaurant on the Turkish southern coast. But a tall, American Adonis he saw once, years ago on a Turkish Blue Cruise haunts his most erotic dreams, and he hopes contracting Madame Eve's 1NightStand service for an unconventional date will help him forget.
When Caleb caves in to his friend Elle's insistence that he return to Turkey and exorcise some of the demons that haunt him, he reluctantly climbs on board a private yacht for a special 1Night Stand Blue Cruise. There he comes face to face with the man who remembers him well…and helps him heal.
“No reason you should know.” Caleb narrowed his eyes and watched complex emotions play over his date’s face. He didn’t require a ton of sympathy, not right now and hoped the man would sense it.
Adem took a piece of cheese from the tray and chewed it. Caleb swallowed hard at the sight of his lips, the tip of his tongue as he put the morsel inside. “I’m sorry,” the younger man said, simply. His head tilted as he observed Caleb observing him.
“Yeah, lots of people are.” Caleb set the beer down. A man appeared from nowhere and replaced it. Caleb smiled and looked up at Adem. “That was you, two years ago.”
Adem shrugged. “Yes. I worked these boats for eight years actually. Met a lot of people, mostly men.” He leaned in and put his elbows on his bare knees. Caleb’s eyes were drawn to the light dusting of dark hair on his calves. He was shocked when the man grabbed both of his hands across the small table. “I remember you, and him, very well. You were really nice to be around, would actually talk to me and not treat me like a piece of furniture.” Caleb’s whole body zinged at the touch of Adem’s lips to first one hand, then the other. “I hope this trip will help you heal.”
He took a deep breath then released him. Caleb almost lost it, nearly giving into the chemical attraction between them, but he sat back and sipped the fresh beer, allowing it to calm his rattled nerves. “Thanks, Adem. I…don’t know what kind of company I’ll be but….” He shrugged. Adem shot him an infectious grin again.
“Well, let’s get going anyway, shall we?” He shouted a few commands in Turkish and the dockworkers cast off, giving the boat a shove as the motor revved. Caleb felt the soft wind on his face and smelled the familiar combination of salt water, motor oil and faint hint of something exotic, exactly how he remembered Turkey. He sighed and leaned back, letting his eyes wander over the young man sitting across from him. His date. All his. His heart took a leap, breaking free for the first time in two years from its slow, barely-getting-by rhythm.
This could be scary, but maybe this is what I need. As the hot air brushed over his face, he closed his eyes against the fading smile of the only man he’d ever loved.