Welcome to Swoon Sunday where you get to meet some of our swoon-worthy heroes. Today we have a visit from Wade Diaz from Cursing Fate by Brenda Drake!
Wade, why don’t you describe yourself to us.
I’m a little above average height. I’m Cuban. I have dark brown hair and I wear it on the long side. My eyes are brown. Iris says she’s jealous of my thick eyelashes.
What’s your profession?
I’m a senior in high school. I work in my uncle’s restaurant and I tutor for extra cash.
What kind of music do you listen to?
I enjoy most all music, but not so much rap or country. My father turned me on to 80s bands. I’m a Brian Adams and Journey fan. I have Please Forgive Me by Brian Adams playing right now. It fits my current situation with lyrics like this …
Please forgive me, I know not what I do
Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you
Don’t deny me, this pain I’m going through
Do you have a special skill?
I’m a pretty good at sailing, cooking, and fixing things. I built my bike and I refurbished my grandfather’s old sailboat. He escaped from Cuba to America in that boat with his cousins. He was about my age. Full of hopes and dreams.
What is your biggest dream/wish/desire?
To become a chef. I’m going to culinary school in New York next year.
What’s your biggest regret?
Not fighting hard enough for Iris when she broke it off for Josh.
Describe your idea of an ideal date.
Taking the sailboat out to sea and enjoying a lunch I’ve prepared. Not your typical picnic. One full of culinary surprises I’ve prepared just for her. I guess, just being quiet together, listening to the waves slap the boat as it rocks us. Of course, there’d be a lot of kissing and other things. Things a nice guy doesn’t discuss with others.
Who is your idol?
My mom. She’s put herself through college to be a lawyer. Then went into public service and is now running for senate. She does all that and takes care of not only me, but also my dad. He was in an accident a few years back. He’s in a wheelchair now. She never blinked or faltered when it happened. Just dove in and did what was needed. She stayed strong for my dad. My parents have a deep love for each other. I want that one day.
Okay, now for some fun. Boxers or briefs?
Neither. It’s boxer-briefs or nothing at all.
If you had to describe yourself as an ice cream flavor, what flavor would you be?
Liked this interview with Wade? Now check out a cute excerpt from Wade’s POV between him and Iris:
“Okay, I get it. I shouldn’t be so sensitive.”
She lowered her head, watching her steps. “I like the sensitive types.”
The wind blew Iris’s hair around her face and she brushed it aside. Damn, she was beautiful. And pretty cool, when she wasn’t breaking his heart. She out-ate him in dollar hot dogs at the school fair once. Could belch louder than him after drinking a Dr Pepper. Even bested him in chess too many times than he’d like to admit. And she was cute while doing it all.
They walked close together on the narrow decking, their fingers briefly brushing against each other. She jumped a little and quickly moved her hand away.
He wanted to hold her hand, but something kept him from making the play. Nerves? Uncertainty? There was a voice continuously looping in his head. Something his dad had always said. Burn me once, shame on you. Burn me twice, shame on me. Or was it fool me? Whatever it was, it made sense.
Could he trust her? That’s what kept playing in his head. He hated feeling insecure when it came to Iris. To his once best friend.
Just then, she glanced at him. Her smile was dazzling, and that cute upturned nose with a dusting of freckles strangled his heart. All the memories. All the time they’d been best friends. They were all outweighed by the one time she had crushed him. Whatever the reason she did it or however good her intentions were, it still hurt.
They approached his grandfather’s sailboat, and he offered his hand to help her onboard.
“Oh my gosh, Wade,” she said as he stepped up after her. “It’s beautiful. It looks brand new. You’ve done so much work on it.”
He was proud of it. The recent paint and varnish had brought new life to it. “I only need a new sail and I can bring it out for a run. It’s taking forever to raise the money, though.”
“Won’t your parents help you with some of the cost?”
He picked up the LED lantern and turned it on. “My mom doesn’t like my sailing, and this is a surprise for my dad. I’m hoping it’ll lift his spirits, you know. He used to sail with my papa when he was younger. I made this for him.” He directed the lamp’s light to the ramp he’d constructed. His dad had been paralyzed when a drunk driver crushed his Lexus.
“How is your dad doing?”
Wade lowered his arm, the light following his movement. “The locomotor training is working. He can stand and take a few steps now.”
“Yeah, we’re hopeful. This way,” he said, nodding toward the cabin.
She didn’t move, giving him a curious eye.
“It’s not what you think.” He chuckled and stepped down into the cabin, putting the lamp on the table just as she landed off the bottom step.
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