Defining Us: The Story of Calvin & Eric is a Standalone, Full Length Novel. Can be read without reading the other books in this series.
Loving someone completely means giving them your heart, soul, body and mind. What happens when your heart and soul love someone, but your mind and body refuse to follow?
For Calvin Caldwell, being the lead guitarist of America’s hottest rock band 69 Bottles has its perks. Performing night after night with his closest friends, he finds peace with a guitar in his hands. Playing music wipes away his unimaginable past, albeit temporarily. He struggles not only with who he is as a person, but with who he wants to become and what he is hiding.
Being in love with someone certainly isn’t the problem. He’s been in love for a long time, but what defines him is what keeps him from the person he loves.
Seeing something you so desperately want, but can’t have…
Eric Richardson knows exactly what he wants out of life.
He wants to play bass with his friends because performing gives him a high better than any drug he’s ever used. Being on stage is where he feels most comfortable.
He wants to play bass with his friends because performing gives him a high better than any drug he’s ever used. Being on stage is where he feels most comfortable.
But what happens when being on stage is no longer enough to satisfy him? What happens when the person he loves, doesn’t love him in return?
You fight for it.
You define it.
You prove it.
A rock band, A tour bus, One wild ride…
***CONTENT WARNING ***
This book is not recommended for anyone under the age of 18 due to the following content and more: M/M sexual content where nothing is off limits. So If two men turn you on or give you a reading rush other books can't, then this books is for you.
I vaguely remember
waking up at one point during the night to throw the covers off of me because I
was hot, but then I started shaking with a cold sweat. All I really remember
thinking was, fuck, I hope I’m not getting sick, before rolling back over and
falling back to sleep.
When I come
to, I look at the clock, it’s eleven-thirty. It has to be nighttime because my
room is pitch black. I feel like I’ve slept for days and…I shake my head,
dismissing a memory before I capture what it was. I get out of bed and notice
that something is off. “Why I am I upside down?” I ask myself and I shrug it
off. Unable to fully understand how I ended up upside down on the bed. I walk
around the bed, catching myself on something on the floor. I reach down and
find…jeans? Why would these be on the floor? I shake that off too before I step
into the bathroom, flipping on the light and I’m blinded by it. I rub my eyes
to adjust to the brightness before heading toward the toilet, reaching for my
boxers only to realize that I’m not wearing any. “Fuck, how drunk did I get
last night?” I grumble to myself, then a massive wave of nausea overcomes me so
fast I don’t have time to think about it before I’m hurling into the toilet.
Cold sweat breaks out over my entire body as I keep heaving into the toilet.
But I feel
fine. In fact, I feel like I do when I hurl from…
It’s like a
sledgehammer hitting me, sending me hurling into the toilet again. The memory
slides inside, flashing before me. Eric, here, kissing, fighting, arguing,
talking, kissing, making up, walking into the bedroom, kissing, sucking,
licking, sixty-nine, leaving, lube, condoms. I want to try something…what is
it…I’d like to take you from behind.
I hurl into
the toilet again as the nightmare consumes me. Sliding back into the
institution and being raped, being forced to come, being…. “Oh! My! God!”
I scream as I hurl into the toilet once more.
Eric…where…
Oh
god…Fuck!
I manage to
swallow back the nausea a little bit. My stomach is empty as hell, nothing is
left to come back up anymore anyway, and I stumble into the shower. Unsure of
what to do, I clean myself off, brush my teeth and get dressed as fast as I
possibly can. I have to go find him, I have to… fuck, he is never going to
forgive me for this. If he tucked me into bed and left me alone in the dark,
then he’s not here, he obviously doesn’t…I hang my head, shame wracking my body
to the point of throwing up again. He will never forgive me for this.
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It is from Glendale, Arizona that Zoey Derrick, a mortgage underwriter by day and romance and erotica novelist by night, writes stories as hot as the desert sun itself. It is this passion that drips off of her work, bringing excitement to anyone who enjoys a good and sensual love story.
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