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

“But he’ll give me the world,” she said, still feeling unbalanced.


“In this life. What about the next?”


“The next?” she said, looking around. “You mean eternity? I don’t know about eternity. I live in the here and now.” She looked down at the document, grabbed it, and lifted it up, as if to show him. “There are promises here. Promises of fame and fortune. What promise can you make me that can equal his?”


“The promises I made were made a long time ago, Shayde.”


“Yesterday and tomorrow. That’s what you deal in. What about now? I need something now.”


“You will have today, Shayde, but you must trust me.”


Shayde looked around. Where was the director and the crew? This improvisation was going a long time. When would she hear the familiar words of the director calling the scene to a close?


“This is the crossroads, Shayde,”the voice said, interrupting her thoughts and spurring her on to a decision.


Chapter 22