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eBook by Rick R. Reed
eBook Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
eBook Description: When Leon first saw him singing in a dive bar, he was mesmerized. But he didn't know he'd be going home with the dangerously sexy lead singer that night. He couldn't have predicted he'd fall in love. But then, Leon never expected his love to be reciprocated. Yet the hot singer with the gravely voice told Leon he loved him; told him he'd come back.
So, why, three years after that fateful night, is Leon perched at the edge of a bridge, ready to make a fatal leap?
Superstar is the story of a groupie and the rock star he loves. It's the tale of a man on the edge, both literally and figuratively...and it's a timeless story of love found and lost lost, all set to a driving rock beat.
Superstar is about promises made, promises broken, and dreams unfulfilled. And, ultimately, it's about realizing that love can come along when one least expects it--and in the unlikeliest of places...
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / The Arts
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: 2010
Fictionwise Release Date: June 2010
6 Reader Ratings:
"4 STARS!...Rick Reed is an unusual voice in M/M romance...draws you in as Leon tells his poignant tale, admitting at last that what he thought was mutual love was really only lust on the part of the object of his affections...Whenever I read a book by Rick R. Reed he never fails to surprise me with the depth of emotions, and his prose is always wonderfully eloquent and poignant. If you're looking for an unusual love story you don't have far to go--get SUPERSTAR. Definitely recommended."--Jessewave, Reviews By Jessewave
"4 STARS!...the story of a groupie and the rock star he loves. It's the tale of a man on the edge, both literally and figuratively ... and it's a timeless story of love found and lost, lost, all set to a driving rock beat...This was a most thought-provoking story, rich in emotion and humanity. I expected it to be mostly depressing, but, although it had its sad moments, the tale was uplifting. I know it will remain long in my memory."--British Bull Dog, Rainbow Reviews
"4.75 RATING!...This is a brief but very intense story about unrequited love, obsession, despair, and redemption. Told in a series of flashbacks as the main character prepares to end his life, SUPERSTAR entangles its reader in the psyche of the narrator, Leon, as he contemplates his shame, regret, and anger...a story that is more than worth the reading time. It is well-written and suspenseful, as we would expect from a story by Mr. Reed, and it packs a novel's worth of emotion and psychological drama into a few pages and a very short time frame. This is not what I would consider a "fluffy" read; it is a highly involving, arresting, and even somewhat thought-provoking. I thoroughly enjoyed it."--Bobby, BookWenches.com
"...I've always loved Rick's work and this story was no different. It's a beautifully written and beautifully sad love story. Or maybe unrequited love story would be a better way to describe it...I really felt for Leon, especially as the story got closer to its climax...Who hasn't had that one lover that didn't return their affections, or phenomenal sex that didn't flower into a relationship? Rick's writing made Leon's despair very real to me and made me want to be there for Leon as he stood there on the bridge, to hold out a hand and save him...If you get a chance to read this story, I can't recommend it enough."--Benito Corral, Dirty Sexy Benny Blogspot.com
I closed Olive's that night. It wasn't so much the crowd, or the beer, or even the cute allegedly straight boy in the cargo shorts and Cold Play T-shirt who made eyes at me throughout the night.
No. It was you.
And your music. Back then, you were just the lead singer in a band called Voiles and I was mesmerized by both your look and your sound. A bass guitar and a drummer backed you up, and if I passed either of them on the street today, I would not recognize them. For me, you stood all alone on that tiny plywood stage with a black curtain behind you. When that incredible, melodic, craggy voice emerged, it was as if the physical confines of the room disappeared. I could see only you...and what a view that was. Your tousled auburn hair, streaked through with gold, practically obscured your face. Your rail-thin body, packed into skinny jeans and a Ramones T-shirt, was like some post punk boy's fantasy. And when you jerked your head to get the hair out of your face, the motion revealed a chiseled face, dark chocolate eyes, and a look that seemed both faraway and incredibly sad.
It made me want to take you in my arms.
I suppose that's the effect you were after. I hate to think that the mournful gaze and the counter-culture, retro rock star clothes were calculated, just another part of the act as much as the microphone on its stand, the drum kit, the lights, the amps, the electrical cords.
I hate to think that.
But it wasn't just your look that caught me, entrapping me in a snare that I would find impossible to free myself from for the next three years. It was your song. Your sad, sad song. Your voice was that of a man who had smoked two packs of cigarettes a day for decades: scarred, veering on raspy. It was the voice of a man much older than your years, which appeared to number in the twenties. You were the love child of Leonard Cohen and Rufus Wainwright.
Your lyrics, coal black, smoldered around age-old topics like lost love, loneliness, alienation, and an inability to find home. Cheery stuff.
It had me sobbing into my beer most of the night.
And when I wasn't sobbing, I was imagining what you'd look like naked.
There was a curious combination pulsing inside me that night: lust, despair, hunger...
But I never had any real hopes that I would actually be meeting you that night. No idea that I would actually see what the wiry body under those clothes looked like. No clue that I would come to know the feel of those swollen lips on my own...