WHEN TRAGEDY STRIKES

I have determined I love writing about the real and perceived horrors we all go through more than probably any aspect of what I do as a writer. Don’t get me wrong, I very much love writing steamy sex scenes but I truly love having my characters facing something in life that they have to fight to get through as they endure. Sometimes fear is our own worst enemy of course but sometimes we as people don’t appreciate we have until it’s almost taken away from us.

Sometimes the values we place on certain things – perhaps objects we care about dearly such as our home or car – I think are jaded. Who really needs to mansion style house for merely two people to live in? Who needs a hundred thousand dollar car or a Cartier watch? Not many and I wish in life our values were our friends and family instead of keeping up with the Jones but the fact remains society and the media hype everything and we as humans succumb to what is told to us is special and important. I’m not suggesting everyone is a drone because we all want and feel the need to have beautiful things around us and that’s okay – as long as we don’t go too far with it. Beauty is only skin deep. Right?

Then again there are many of us who truly believe we are only worthy as people because of the way we look on the outside. That’s so sad to me. It doesn’t seem to matter whether you’re male or female – if you’re in any business of selling then you’re faced with people determining IF you look good enough. Whether you’re a model or actor, musician or selling high priced real estate, we’re being scrutinized for the way we look.

What kind of tragedy you may ask could these people go through? You know, those beautiful models on the pages of your favorite magazine, what in the world kind of strife could they face? Hmmm… let me tell you plenty. What if their looks were taken from them in the blink of an eye? Perhaps they had an accident or they were stricken with a horrible disease. Then again, what if another human inflicted the trauma on purpose and what if it was based on a hate crime? Hmmm… That’s the premise of Shattered – being released on December 17th from Rebel Ink Press. You may not think it’s such a big deal and say, they can find something else to do in their life but what if their entire self esteem was wrapped up in being the persona from television and movies and they were living behind an awful lie…

SHATTERED

“Why do we have to have the same Goddamn argument?” Hunter Reynolds hissed as he snagged his bottle of beer off the counter. Taking a long gulp he gazed out the window and shook his head. He and Taylor argued more than anything lately and the ugly state of their relationship was getting old. They’d both talked about breaking up but the feelings of comfort dragged them back from the brink every time.

“It’s not my argument. It’s yours. You’re the one who doesn’t care to be seen in public with me,” Taylor snarled. “I don’t know why you even waste your time. Your sights are set so much higher.”

“That’s not what I mean at all! You know it!” But Taylor was right. They’d been together for nearly three years and not once had Hunter allowed them to be photographed in public together. Hunter blamed it on his agent who continued to remind him that being the hottest leading man in action flicks meant women needed at least an air of mystery enshrouding his sexual appetites. This ugly fact was he had to keep his proclivities under wraps in order to sell movies and all the other paraphernalia that went along with being famous. The argument was easy to fall behind but Hunter knew the truth. Terror about being discovered remained with him. Of course there were rumors that floated through Hollywood, which was one of the reasons they lived outside the city and sadly Hunter was too well known to hide the majority of his lifestyle.

They remained quiet for sometime as Taylor fiddled with cleaning up magazines that were strewn around their game room.

Hunter stole glances at the sultry blond and licked his lips. Taylor was everything he’d ever craved in a man from his light green eyes and lanky body to the way he fit into a pair of well-worn blue jeans. The rough-hewn guy just did it for him. Sadly they weren’t in love. They’d met several years before at a party for one of his early releases and toyed with getting together for a full year. Hunter closed his eyes. Their relationship had been rocky from the start.

Fortunately Taylor didn’t have to worry about hiding his true persona. Given his profession as a musician, he’d never hidden the fact that he was gay and his adoring fans flocked to see him. Dangerous Liaisons was one of the hottest up and coming rock bands in America and he had women drooling over him everywhere he went. Taylor’s vivid image only fueled sales of the band’s CD’s. The double standard weighed heavily on Hunter’s mind.

Look, I have to go meet with a guy tonight about joining the band so you can go out and play or don’t play by yourself,” Taylor said quietly, his voice filled with angst.

“Tonight?”

“Yeah. The guy’s in from England on a whirlwind trip so I don’t want to miss the chance.”

Hunter rubbed his eyes. Why did he have the feeling that Taylor was punishing him? Maybe because you deserve it. Still, a level of anger flushed through his system. Battling his spells of near rage had almost consumed him at the start of his career ending many a relationship both personally and professionally. “Fine!” Gripping his beer tightly he finished the entire warm brew and slammed the bottle on top of the bar.

“Hunter. Will you please relax? I know you’re really just nervous about everything that’s going on and…and um because of the notes.”

“How do you know about the notes?” Snapping his head up Hunter exhaled as a nervous tick floated across the corner of his mouth. He thought he’d hidden the little nasty threats from everyone including Taylor.

“Tough to hide this kind of wretched thing from me. What I don’t know is how long ago they started.” Taylor leaned against the pool table and shook his head. “And I can’t figure out why you’re trying to hide this from me. I thought we were partners.”

“The notes are about my career, not about me personally,” Hunter breathed.

“As I said, I thought we were partners.”

“I can handle this. No big deal.” In truth Hunter was worried. Being a celebrity meant expecting a certain level of threats but there was something about these that bothered him.

God you’re an arrogant bastard!” Taylor hissed as he paced the floor. “You know, I only saw remnants of two notes but seems like they’re gunning for you,” he said as he folded his arms.

“Who isn’t?”
Taylor dropped his head. “When you finally let loose of that ball and chain you carry around your neck and let me into help you, you’re going to become an amazing man.”

“Stop worrying about me.”

Tick. Tock.

“Hunter, please let me in. I care about you. I want to help you.”

Fisting his hands, he had no idea what to say. Hunter clenched his eyes shut and turned away from Taylor.

“Fine. Call me later and I’ll see if I can join you for a drink in some dark and foreboding establishment otherwise known as a hole in the wall. Would you like me to bring masks?” Snorting, Taylor grabbed his keys off the side table and sauntered toward the oversized doorway.

“Taylor. Wait.” Hunter shook his head. He loathed the anger that had become so caustic between them.

“Not interested right now,” Tyler called from the hallway.

Why am I such a bloody ass? Groaning, Hunter turned quickly and glided toward the door, barely able to grab Taylor’s arm, jerking it back before Taylor stalked out. “Damn it! Listen to me!”

Taylor yanked his arm away and stood quietly, his chest heaving up and down. “What? What could you possibly say to me right now? That you’ll change your behavior? That you’ll treat me like a damn person? What?” Stealing a glance over his shoulder he clucked his jaw.

“That I give a damn about you.” Hunter ached from worry about his supposed stalker and his grueling shooting schedule and in truth from hiding from who he really was. In fact he was bone weary. “Please. Don’t go yet.”

Tossing his head back, Taylor exhaled slowly and pushed the front door closed. “Are you sure you care?”

Hunter lowered his head and moved forward, sliding his arm around Taylor’s waist and drawing Taylor’s quaking body in to the heat of his own. “More than I have ever even admitted to myself. I’m sorry I’m such a fucking ass.” Brushing his fingers through Taylor’s long locks, he pushed back the silky strands and kissed the side of his neck, darting a series of licks up from the base to Taylor’s earlobe. Breathing a swath of hot air across Taylor’s skin Hunter ground his cock into Taylor’s ass, pulsing back and forth. Heated passion had never been their problem.

Taylor palmed the wall and spread his legs. “You’re insatiable.”

I think both men feel pain, don’t you? I hope you enjoyed and remember – there’s no place in this world for hate.

Kisses   xxx

Cassandre

http://www.cassandredayne.com

 

About Cassandre Dayne

Cassandre Dayne is the pseudo for the best selling author of romantic suspense and thrillers
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