Theo Sandoval doesn’t belong here, there, or anywhere.
Klein Warren doesn’t believe in a damn thing.
Malachi ‘Mac’ O’Shea isn’t interested in trying to behave.
One wants to be the best but can’t get past his meager beginnings.
One wants to be famous but can’t overcome his crippling fear.
One wants to be free from the heavy chains of his dangerous legacy but has no way out.
Three young men from very different backgrounds, whose paths would never normally cross, will ultimately end up shaping each other's futures. With little in common and a million unanswered questions about the growing feelings between them, it shouldn’t be an easy feat for the three boys to fall in love. However, the past has proven that anything is possible at Castle Pines, an elite, boys only private school tucked away high in the Colorado mountains that brought these very different boys together.
Somehow this unexpected trio makes learning all about love and sex look effortless... until cold, hard reality comes crashing in.
The truth is, some differences are just too big to overcome, and making the choice to walk away from what you’ve always known can be impossible.

The Allstar The Rockstar and The Gangstar  is created by Imogene Kash, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author


The Allstar The Rockstar and The Gangstar

“This feels weird.” Klein’s hand tightened on mine as I guided him across the empty stage, making sure he didn’t bump into any of the chairs set up, or any of the instruments scattered about from what appeared to be some kind of practice.


He clutched his guitar case in his other hand, and I could tell he was nervous, even though I couldn’t see his eyes. Unsurprisingly, Mac had a blindfold he liked to use on occasion, so I’d asked to borrow it to take the first step in actually helping Klein work through his stage fright. I’d covered his eyes when we got to the stage and told him to follow me.


“You have no problem playing in the middle of the night when it’s dark, when you think no one is watching you or listening to you. Just pretend the stage is our bedroom.” I squeezed the hand I held reassuringly and helped him find the single chair at the front of the stage.
