For Calvin Caldwell, being the lead guitarist of America’s hottest rock band 69 Bottles has its perks. Performing night after night with his closest friends, he finds peace with a guitar in his hands. Playing music wipes away his unimaginable past, albeit temporarily. He struggles not only with who he is as a person, but with who he wants to become and what he is hiding.

Being in love with someone certainly isn’t the problem. He’s been in love for a long time, but what defines him is what keeps him from the person he loves.

Seeing something you so desperately want, but can’t have…

Eric Richardson knows exactly what he wants out of life.

He wants to play bass with his friends because performing gives him a high better than any drug he’s ever used. Being on stage is where he feels most comfortable.

But what happens when being on stage is no longer enough to satisfy him? What happens when the person he loves, doesn’t love him in return?

You fight for it.

You define it.

You prove it.

A rock band, A tour bus, One wild ride…

***CONTENT WARNING ***

This book is not recommended for anyone under the age of 18 due to the following content and more: M/M sexual content where nothing is off limits, so If two men turn you on or give you a reading rush other books cant, then this books is meant for you.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I hear my father scream from the far end of the barn.

I freeze. Billy casually stands up, all calm and collected, turning toward my father, before he strolls right on out of the barn.

“You dirty ass son of bitch, what the fuck are you doing?” my father growls as his face turns as red as a radish. “How dare you force someone to suck your pathetic excuse for a dick.” My father reaches me then, leaning over and pulling me up by my shirts.

“He volunteered,” I say back. Years ago my father intimidated me like no other man, but as I’ve gotten older, I’ve grown taller and far stronger than him.

“No wonder non of ‘hem girls come ‘round here, you fucking faggot.” My father continues his verbal tirade and I see Billy out of the corner of my eye. The son of a bitch has the balls to mouth “sorry” to me before he takes off for his truck.

It is from Glendale, Arizona that Zoey Derrick, a mortgage underwriter by day and romance and erotica novelist by night, writes stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story. Not only does she aim to take her readers on an erotic dance that lasts the night, it allows her to empty her mind of stories we all wish were true. Her stories are hopeful yet true to life, skillfully avoiding melodrama and the unrealistic, bringing her gripping Erotica only closer to the heart of those that dare dipping into it. The intimacy of her fantasies that she shares with her readers is thrilling and encouraging, climactic yet full of suspense. She is a loving mistress, up for anything, of which any reader is doomed to return to again and again.

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