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Blurb:
Damian Learner and his grunge band, Firefly, are on a meteoric rise to
success. If they get the right break, fame awaits. Seeking more professional
management, Damian independently strikes a bargain with the best agent in the
business, Stanley Krane. Unable to afford the penalty for breaking old
contracts, Damian agrees when Stan’s best friend, country and Western megastar
Vance Ashcroft, offers to buy him out of his old contract.
Overwhelmed by a
crippling loan, secretive guilt, Stanley’s expectations, and a volatile
relationship with Lenny, Firefly’s lead guitarist, Damian disintegrates. Bad
habits of too much sex, booze, and drugs create a rift in the band. Finally
Vance, with his understanding of Dominant/submissive behavior, sees that
submissives Damian and Lenny are falling into chaos, clinging to each other to
try to avoid the inevitable crash.
When the pressure to
perform becomes too much and the unthinkable happens, Damian and Lenny have to
decide: accept that they need something they can’t get from each other, or burn
out and take Firefly with them. Vance is ready to claim Lenny, but even Stan’s
hesitant agreement to give Damian the direction he needs might not be enough
for Damian—or the band—if he loses Lenny.
Excerpt:
Lenny was still in
his room when Damian emerged from the shower, so he investigated the results of
Lenny’s shopping excursion and made them both a supper of salmon and salad.
Healthy enough even for a picky, demanding guitar player’s exacting standards.
Lenny emerged from his room as Damian was
scooping the fish from the pan. “You cooked?” He made a show of sniffing the
meat on Damian’s spatula.
“You want to wear
it? Get out of the way.” Damian planted a hand on Lenny’s chest and shoved him
from the small kitchen space while Lenny snickered at him.
“You have to admit, it doesn’t happen very
often.” He managed to snag a tender pink morsel off the hunk of salmon Damian
was sliding onto a plate before being forced away. “Ohmygod.” He licked his
lips and reached for more. “And it totally should. This is awesome!”
Damian grinned
despite his attempt to be stern and annoyed. “I’m more than this pretty face
and a decent set of pipes, you know.” He demonstrated by trilling off a few
notes of the song Lenny had been working on.
The guitarist
blushed. “So you heard that.”
“Of course.” Damian
popped a bite of fish from the pan into his own mouth. “It’s got potential.”
“I know.” Seating
himself at the breakfast bar, Lenny accepted the plate Damian handed him and
picked up his fork. “All it needs is a set of lyrics.” He glanced up hopefully.
“Already on it.”
With a tap to the side of his skull and a wink, he set to his own dinner. “Mmm.
Shit. This is good.”
Lenny shouldered him
playfully. “I never thought you were all that pretty anyway.”
“Because you’ve never had a proper look.”
“Well.” Lenny made a
show of thinking about that. “No, I’m pretty sure that’s not it.” He studied
Damian’s bare face and mohawk, still damp and shaggy from the shower. “Good
thing you have other qualities, I guess.”
“Thanks.”
Lenny grinned. “I
live to knock you down.”
Damian speared a broccoli floret and popped it
into his mouth without comment.
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