Grant Damont is a self-made man who was well on his way to becoming a millionaire by the time he was twenty, and Paris Clayton is a cash-poor phone actor for gay men. When they meet at a club called Rouge, the two are immediately attracted to each other. But Paris can’t handle the fact that Grant’s money allows him to feast on escargot and filet mignon when Paris’s empty pockets will only allow him to scratch out a meager meal of hamburgers and French fries.<br><br>But when Grant happens to find Paris on the street one night, he offers the actor two thousand dollars for sex. Because he’s desperate for money, Paris accepts.<br><br>The one night stand starts something sizzling between them. Then Grant’s ex, Frankie Starr, walks in and opens up old wounds. Is Frankie back to renew an old love? Or does he want to steal Paris away and ruin Grant’s chance for real happiness?

The Gay Blade

“I think we could use a little privacy,” Grant whispered. “My car isn’t far.”


Paris breathed in, tasting the strange elixir on Grant’s breath, or was it some kind of breath mint? Paris knew if he wanted that two thousand dollars he had to let this happen, so he and Grant walked to the car, got in, and sped to the center of Manhattan.


Paris watched Grant behind the wheel. His strong hand gripped the leather-clad steering wheel as he maneuvered the purring metal kitten in and out of the other cars with precision. Grant’s luminous silver-gray eyes were warm right now, but he would be willing to put money on them becoming dark and stormy when he was upset. They reminded Paris of a mood ring, changing with his feelings. Paris had heard of men like Grant. Guys that decided they were going to be millionaires by the time they were thirty. He wondered if Grant had started that early.


“So how long you been…well, rich?”


“I’ve been working at it since I was seventeen.”


Chapter 5