My next release came out in September. It’s an MM interracial romance regarding a rockstar and his number one fan. Right now Starf*cked is on sale for 99 cents! Here is the blurb, buylink, and an excerpt.
Tagline: Some skeletons are better left in the closet.
Steven Sharpe is on the road to recovery. After boozing, drugging, and sex with just about anything that moved, he’s making a comeback. Age is only a number, right? Why should he hang up his mic and guitar at thirty-seven when hard rock music needs a shot in the arm? And with his powerful voice, Steven figures he’ll have no problem regaining the adulation he once embraced as the lead singer of StarHaze.
Despite all the crazy, fun times from back in the day, one night will forever be emblazoned in his mind—the moment he fucked up his chance at love.
Driven and determined, Noah James is quickly climbing the corporate ladder. At twenty-eight, he’s been promoted to junior partner and has finally gained his peer respect. Though Noah still gets crap for being a gay black man, he doesn’t allow that to deter him from fulfilling his goal of being the only James man graduate college and build a successful career. But the past has a way of sneaking up when he least expects it and biting him in the ass.
Ten years ago, Noah and Steven were strangers at a run-down bar with their only connection being a song. When they’re thrown together again by chance, neither of them is prepared for the roller coaster of emotions they can no longer deny. Now, the two men must face the truth that while love is a fierce emotion, so is fear.
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Sitting in Jules’s studio, I leaned back in the comfy chair and strummed my acoustic guitar. I had some notes floating around in my head for another song even as I waited for the final mix recording to finish.
Thankfully, I was smart enough to utilize my talents as a producer and songwriter to earn some money. Although it didn’t make me millions, it did keep a roof over my head, the lights and gas on, and paid Eva.
I turned around and watched Jules walking in with a big smile on his face. “How’s it going, bro?”
“Really good. I’m about done with the one song, but now I’ve got some ideas for another, so I’m playing around with some notes.”
Jules grinned. “You always were a natural songwriter, man. That tune you wrote for us was a gem. Our best hit yet. You sure you don’t wanna join our band? The offer still stands.”
I shook my head. “No thanks. There’s no place for me. Plus, I like to do my own thing. I’m a hard head and a control freak. I’d like for us to stay friends.”
“Alright. Just know the offer is there. Dooley and Miles are awesome for Serpertine Life, but you’d make it a helluva lot better. You’re still a legend around these parts.”
“I dunno about that. You’re really good for a guy’s ego though,” I chuckled.
“I told you earlier about your signature song. How about an acoustic set for your tour? People love that shit.” Jules fell back on the couch across from me.
“I know. Once the website is done, I’m doing a west coast trek to play my new material and some StarHaze too. Gotta make sure I’m physically fit to do it, though. My doctor has to give me the all clear before I sign up for anything.”
“I hear you. You think the drugs caused the bad heart?”
Still playing my guitar, I shrugged. “It definitely contributed to it. I’ve always had some issues, going back to my childhood. My dad never…” I stopped when I thought about my Dad’s uncaring attitude. He also didn’t believe in doctors too much, so I hardly ever visited my pediatrician unless it was for school physicals. “Anyway, yeah. I’ve had a lot of things go on, but I’m taking it in stride. As long as I keep doing what the doc told me, I’ll be able to tour.”
“I hope so. I’ll support you in any way I can. Maybe even a joint bill. You as the opener?”
I pointed at him, smiling. “Now, that I can do. That way there won’t be as much pressure on me. I’m trying to make things easier for myself, not harder… which is why I’m doing it all DIY. I’m not trying to make a mint off this or anything. Just wanna share my music with people.”
“Uh huh. And hopefully find that dude you told me about?” Jules winked at me.
I sighed and put my guitar down.
Jules was totally straight, but I could talk to him about absolutely anything. He knew all about me being closeted during my stint in StarHaze, as well Noah.
Right then, visions of us exchanging heated glances while he talked about what Cursed Heart meant to him flooded my mind. The taste of his lips had lingered on mine for ten years plus.
“Sorry.” I shook my head to get out of the fog. “Yes. I hope if I get out in front of people again, he’ll come find me, or at least his friend will. I can’t remember the kid’s name, only the daggers he stared me down with.” I harrumphed and stroked the hair on my chin.
“Well, you gotta admit what you did was bogus.”
“I know. All so I could protect my reputation with the band, only to get launched a year or so later. If I hadn’t fucked up with him…” I sighed inwardly and smacked the chair’s arm. “If only I would’ve had the courage…”
“Dude, you were younger and dumb. Mistakes happen.”
Watching Jules, I nodded. “The biggest mistake I ever made, too. I would’ve liked to know more about him. He was cool, handsome, and man, when someone tells you they know all your songs and what they possibly meant, that’s a big deal.”
“Was that before or after fucking?”
I twisted my lips. “That was all before. We talked then kissed and… everything happened. I know you don’t wanna hear the details.”
Jules held up his hands. “Nope. Just say it was the best sex you’d had. That’ll suffice.”
“Okay, yeah, it was.”
“Haven’t you stopped to think though that it was because he one of the few dudes you’d done up to that point?”
“I did, but…” I bit my lip and dropped my gaze to the cracks in the tiles. “He was better than anyone I’ve ever had. No woman made me feel like that. Even since I’ve been out, I’ve tried dating other guys, but it just didn’t go anywhere. It sounds stupid, I know, but it is what it is.”
“Hey, to each his own, bro. If that’s how you feel, I hope you see the guy again.”
“Me too. If I’d known his last name, I’d do a search on him, but it didn’t get that far. I only know Noah.”
“Dude you could’ve still done it. How many black guys with the name Noah live in Seattle?”
“Dunno, but I’d rather have more information before I did it. I placed an ad once just to see if it would work. No one answered it, so… my music will have to be it. I’m making the website live with three songs this weekend, so I’ll see what comes from that.”