Jack and Roman’s love grows seemingly stronger as Jack’s star rises, and he is determined to build a life with the sexually overwhelming screen idol. But hiding from the truth doesn’t make it any less real.
Jack has given himself completely to screen god Roman Pasquale – body and heart. Jack forces himself to let go of the promise of what could have been with Nick, and focus on the enchanted moments with his film star lover instead, despite Roman’s jealous and controlling behaviour.
Roman’s paranoia and fear about losing the much younger Jack threatens to destroy the only real happiness Roman has ever had. Jack is a wonder and a gift to him, yet he can’t seem to just accept their charmed life together – he is determined to make Jack into the perfect partner. He believes that constant sexual attention, lavish gifts, and declarations of love will ensure that Jack never has a reason to leave him.
The pressures of being on the silver screen and being the lover of a demanding movie idol is difficult for the sensitive young man to handle, and Roman’s increasingly erratic behaviour only adds to his stress. Unwanted attention from other men and a startling revelation from movie star Trixie Fox add to Jack’s confusion. All he’s ever wanted was true love, so how can he give up on Roman and the star’s promises of forever?
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of drug use.
Publisher's Note: This book is best read in sequence as part of a series.
General Release Date: 10th January 2014
I can’t lose him again.
If Juan wouldn’t stop the car, he would simply jump out. Jack grabbed the vehicle’s door handle and jerked it open. Juan slammed on the brakes, and Jack lurched forward, smashing against the seat in front of him. A loud horn sounded behind them, and Jack struggled to pull himself up from where he’d been thrown onto the car floor.
I have to hurry.
He tumbled from the Rolls-Royce, and ran up the block to where he’d seen Nick waiting to board the trolley. He waved his arms furiously, but the Red Car Line was already in mid-turn and heading up Broadway—taking Nick from him again. Jack spun his head around, frantically searching for a cab, Juan, anything to chase after the man he loved more than anything on earth.
Jack spotted the Rolls pulled over near the pier, and raced back to it. By the time he reached the car, he saw that Juan was standing on the runner looking all around, a hand shielding his eyes. Undoubtedly, he was searching for Jack.
Jack yelled out, “Here—I’m here! Let’s go!”
Juan saw him, but stood frozen, seemingly unsure what to do.
“Get in! Start the car!”
Jack reached the vehicle right as Juan pressed the floor button to start the engine.
“Sir, I don’t under—“
“Turn around. Go back.”
“But there’s nowhere—“
“Figure it out!”
Why? Why would I see Nick now?
Juan expertly pulled the car out of the cramped spot he’d had it wedged in, drove to the next street, made a left and turned it around.
Too late. He’s going to be too late.
Jack could see why Roman had Juan as his driver, however. He was very handy behind the wheel.
Roman. Oh, God…
His breathing increased, and beads of sweat broke out on his upper lip and forehead. He bit one of his knuckles in an attempt to stem the panic and fear in his gut. Soon it would rise like the whistle of a tea kettle, and he wouldn’t be able to catch his breath at all. He needed to stop it—to think. He would try to catch up to Nick first, and worry about anything else later.
Just breathe…
Juan was saying something. He should listen to him.
“Which way, sir?”
Jack looked up and saw that they were passing Broadway.
“Fuck! Go back up that street!”
Jack could tell that Juan was completely confused. He shook his head, but did as he was told. Jack was back in the present. There was a back-up of cars on the highway, and Jack closed his eyes to keep himself from getting riled up again.
Breathe in, breathe out…
“Would you like me to continue on this street, sir?”
“Yes. Please.”
Jack tried to calm his voice. It wouldn’t do to have Juan reporting back to Roman that Jack had been acting crazy and yelling at him. Once Juan had them heading up Broadway, Jack squinted to see if he could spot the trolley in the distance. He assumed that it would stay on the same street, but he really had no idea what route the Red Car Line took. He eyed the tracks, but they passed some that turned off onto other boulevards and avenues. Each time they drove over a curved track line, Jack would whip his head around to see if the trolley had gone that way. There was also the possibility that Nick had already reached his stop. So Jack watched for him walking along the road as well.
After driving another ten minutes, Jack could see a trolley car pulled over.
“Over there. Stop.”
Jack indicated where he wanted Juan to go, and he quietly did as Jack asked. In their current location away from the excitement of the beach and the pier, there was much less in the way of traffic. Juan had barely rolled to a stop when Jack hopped out. He had always been able to move fast, and he used that to his advantage. The Red Car was dinging, and just getting ready to pull away, but Jack leapt aboard. He wasn’t completely sure this was the one, but he had to take the chance—he hadn’t seen any others.
“I need a dime, son.”
Jack dug around in his pockets for some change. All he had were large bills in his Louis Vuitton wallet—one of the many gifts that Roman had got him for his birthday—but no coins. He gave up, and stuffed a ten dollar bill into the receptacle. The operator shrugged, but didn’t say anything. They jerked forward, the ‘ding-ding-ding’ warning people to watch out for the electrified train. Jack held onto the pole and surveyed the many riders. Nick was nowhere among them. Jack stifled the urge to cry right there in front of everyone. It was too cruel to have been so close.
I wish I hadn’t seen him at all.
“Hey. Aren’t you Jack Stone?”
Jack looked down into the questioning eyes of a fortyish man, trying to figure out how they might know one another. Maybe he was someone on the crew at the studios and Jack was being rude by not knowing him or his name.
“Yes. I’m sorry. I can’t remember your name.”
The man burst out laughing.
“Why would you know my name? I ain’t no movie star! I saw your picture in one a those magazines. You’re in that new picture with Roman Pasquale, right?”
Jack noticed that the attention of everyone was now on him, many whispering and staring.
Oh shit.
If Trixie were there, she would relish the attention. If Roman were…
That’s ridiculous, Roman wouldn’t be caught dead on public transportation.
He was going to be sick. That would be a great story for the scandal sheets. He had experienced the whispers and stares, but only in Roman’s presence. That had obviously been for Roman. How could it ever be for him?
“What’s a big movie star doin’ on a trolley anyway?”
Jack couldn’t tell if the man was just curious or being mean.
Morticia Knight spends most of her nights writing about men loving men forever after.
If there happens to be some friendly bondage or floggings involved, she doesn’t begrudge her characters whatever their filthy little heart’s desire. Even though she’s been crafting her naughty tales for more years than she’d like to share – her adventures as a published author began in 2011.
Once upon a time she was the lead singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She currently resides on the northern Oregon coast and when she’s not fantasizing about hot men she takes walks along the ocean and annoys the local Karaoke bar patrons.
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