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I've been writing for a few years as an indie author. I enjoy writing about gay romance because it gives me a chance to explore a lot of different fantasies. It's fun to let your imagination go a bit wild. I'm nothing like my characters, so I guess I live through them. My characters feel alive to me, which is nice because it's like I have a lot of close friends, and whenever I feel like spending some time with them, I write another book!
What inspired you to write your book?
During lock up it wasn't easy to get out and socialize so I started writing about it!
Here is a short sample from the book:
Luke Walker hadn’t planned on moving to Hollywood.
He loved old classic Hollywood movies and would have been thrilled to at least visit the place as a tourist back in the glory days, but now he was just a reluctant inhabitant of that crazy, mixed-up world.
It was like Vegas, but instead of slot machines and blackjack tables, it was the movie business. Still with all the glitz, glamor, risk, and potential reward, but with a big dose of crazy.
He was sure Vegas had its share of crazy, not that he’d ever been, but he guessed it was there.
He’d come to Tinsel Town, not to be an actor, not to be a writer, not to be a director, and not to be a producer. He was there because his business partners had convinced him they’d find more lucrative clients there.
Which they did.
But there was that big dose of crazy on the side.
He wasn’t sad to leave Chicago, and the city had remained cold and aloof to him. It wasn’t the city. It was him. He was a small-town boy, through and through.
The office of the PR firm Walker & Rhodes, his and his business partners’ brainchild ten years earlier, was a bustling hive of activity.
It wasn’t uncommon to see some very famous faces arriving for meetings with the team.
Today was a little different. Luke, a young, handsome man in his mid-twenties, dressed in a nice suit, was waiting patiently for his first meeting of the day to arrive.
He had an hour to kill.
He’d come to Hollywood just a few months earlier when they decided to move the business from Chicago. Luke was from a small town, and other than loving old black and white movies, he’d had no interest in Hollywood.
But his business partners convinced him that their business would thrive there, that that’s where all the real money was. He hadn’t been too excited about moving from the city he’d called home for the last ten years.
Plus, the move would take him closer to the place he’d run away from at sixteen. A place he vowed never to return.
And it was too close for comfort, as far as he was concerned.
But they’d packed up and moved.
Now he felt like an outsider.
It seemed like a lot of men in Hollywood had had dreams of being actors. A lot of them were handsome. Most of them kept themselves in shape, just in case.
Luke liked to sit in his office and daydream about some of the guys that worked in the office. Several were Luke’s type: handsome, well-built, deep voices, sexy eyes, hot body, and friendly.
Luke looked like the boy next door. At just twenty-six, he looked younger. He had a swimmer's body and a wholesome face.
He thought about the guy that ran the old repertory theatre. He was a Hollywood leading man type, circa nineteen fifties. The time for his look had come and gone. But Luke found him handsome, especially when he dressed up in old nineteen fifties suits.
Luke loved old movies and would go to the theatre to watch triple features. But he also went to see the owner.
Sophia Rhodes, one of his two business partners, appeared at his door, “sorry to do this, but we’ve got a new prospective client and he wants to meet with you specifically.”
Luke glanced at his watch.
“That’s fine. I’ve got an hour before Peters arrives.”
Sophia stepped aside and a young white thug appeared at the door. He was handsome but boyish, especially dressed up in the latest urban look. Not the boy next door, more like the trouble next door.
Sophia smiled and said, “this is TenZ, an up-and-coming rap star.”
She turned towards the young man and gave him a big smile.
The young man shrugged, playing it cool.
Luke looked him up and down – a mix of pretty boy and thug, wide sagging shorts, tight wife-beater showing off his muscular body, tattoos, and piercings. Blocky handsome face with short platinum blond hair and piercing blue eyes.
“Got a hit on the charts,” he said, sounding like he was from the hood. “Gangsta Bling.” He grinned. “It’s gonna be huge!”
“He wants us to handle him exclusively,” Sophia said. “He’s an independent.”
“Screw record labels, man,” the kid growled, “they make you sign these shady contracts then take all your money.”
Luke thought the kid had a good look. He seemed savvy about the music business, at least so far, but was he old enough to enter into a contract?
“Are you over twenty-one?” Luke asked.
“Hell’s ya,” the kid said.
Luke wasn’t sure, but then it was hard to tell sometimes. He’d take his word at it.
“Can we meet here in my office,” Luke said, standing and coming around the desk.
TenZ looked him up and down and smiled.
“I can tell you’re the guy,” the rapper said.
Sophia nodded, “I’ll leave you to it. I’ve got some arrangements to make.”
She closed the door as she left.
Sophia, the ex wife of Luke's other business partner, loved this part of the process, bringing on a new client and getting everything ready for them. Luke preferred to work behind the scenes.
He motioned for TenZ to take a seat then went to lean his ass on the front of the desk.
“Nice crib,” the rapper said, hiking up his jeans before taking a seat.
\He sat down in a big leather chair and grinned. His eyes traveled down to Luke’s bulge than back up to his face.
“Must be good money in this shit, eh?”
“If you’re good,” Luke said.
“I bet you’re good,” the kid said with a strange grin.
Luke was surprised, was this guy flirting with him? The rap world was notoriously homophobic.