Available July 2019
Includes the short story Sexy Spring Surprise.
The remix includes scenes from Luc’s point of view!
Lucas Sloane defines beautiful for Reese.
Tall and sleek with gorgeous red hair and deep, dark eyes to drown in, it’s no wonder that the famous bass player of Heaven Sent is the hero of many a starry-eyed teenager’s dreams. Reese used to be one of those teens back when Heaven Sent was no more than the house band for the local club, Purgatory. Back then, Reese found the courage to confess his love to Luc…only to be soundly rejected. Luc wasn’t gay. Not long after, Heaven Sent left town and skyrocketed into rock and roll stardom.
Now, four years later, Luc is back in town for a visit and more gorgeous than ever. Surprisingly, he not only apologizes for his treatment of Reese years ago, he comes onto him. Luc’s discovered the pleasures of being with a man and wants to know what it’d be like between the two of them. But Reese can’t. He lives the straight and narrow, teaches high school…he’s even got a girlfriend. He has a normal life. He can’t be gay. But it’s hard to deny the man who’s defined everything beautiful in Reese’s artistic mind.
No one has to know about it, right?
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Reese stretched his legs before him, staring at the squared toes of his shiny black leather shoes. That perverse need to talk that takes you over when you’re drunk grabbed him by the balls. “After you guys left, things just weren’t the same.”
Luc said nothing, so Reese continued. “Parties just weren’t all that much fun anymore. At first they were all about what you guys were doing and being happy for you. We had some ragers when your first album came out.” He smiled at the memories, most of which were hazy and melancholy. He’d been joyous for the success of people he knew, but he’d also been sad. “But you weren’t ours anymore, y’know? You belonged to the world.” A glance up showed those dark eyes on him. Gentle, patient, waiting. For what, he didn’t know and currently didn’t have the brain capacity to contemplate. He shrugged. “We all… oh, I don’t know. We all felt part of it somehow, at first, but then —” He shook his head, eyes on the moon. “— then it was just empty. Just didn’t seem a reason to go out anymore. The only thing left was to grow up.”
“Fuck that.”Continue reading Purgatory – Excerpt