Jonas leaves his girlfriend in New York to play at being an indie rocker in Nashville. His first and only social contact in Nashville is Ken, the confident, worldly, quietly gay middle-aged barista who pulls his espresso every morning.
Ken shows Jonas around town and introduces him to his music industry contacts. Jonas and Ken grow close as they share concerts, deep conversations, and a bit of marijuana.
As their relationship becomes intimate, Jonas insists to anyone who will listen that he isn't gay.
Jonas came to Nashville to make music, but Ken helps him find something even more beautiful.
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About the Author
Why do I say that I write the "thinking man's" romance and erotica? I don't go for the easy stuff, and I try to challenge my readers. I want to make you think. I try to write something you wouldn't be embarrassed to be caught reading. With or without sex scenes, the writing is all there; I'm not producing the literary version of a low-budget porn flick. I take great pride in crafting something special for you, and that means that there's not a sentence of lazy writing in my books. It's unfortunate that erotica is often written in a slapdash fashion, but that's not how I create my work.
I'm a man, and I write primarily for men. Ironically, all-male romantic fiction is dominated by women writing for women. That female focus engenders portrayals of men -- and of love and sex between men -- in conformance with women's ideals and fantasies, rather than with the reality of men's thoughts, feelings, and lives. I've tried reading some of the bestsellers in gay romance, and they read like women's fantasies about their ideal boyfriends, who just happen to be gay, presumably having jettisoned the flaws of straight men. That's fine for that audience, but it leaves out the male audience, who wants to read about real men, not about fantastic castrati. I bring that male voice to all-male romantic fiction, writing real stories for and about men, how we are and how we see ourselves.
I've talked too much already. Maybe that's the writer's curse. Thanks for reading all this. I hope you enjoy my books.