Here is the latest draft of the blurb!
“Axel Wainwright. British rock god. Bad boy.
He sets the crowds on fire with his voice and his words.
Singing backup for him is my dream job.
My big chance to get recognised and become a star.
Music is my life and now it consumes me.
HE consumes me.
But I have my career to think about; I’ve worked years for this.
I need to keep my distance from Axel, or he’ll burn me to ashes.
Except, guess what? The best-laid plans have a habit of going wrong.
My name is Phoenix Johnson, and, like Icarus, I’ve flown too close to the sun.”
Here are a couple of extracts.
He was so beautiful I forgot to breathe… not something anyone, let alone a singer, should ever forget to do.
Dirty collar-length blond hair all messed up.
A close-cropped beard.
Smoldering dark-brown eyes.
Eyes that were trained on mine.
Bending into the mic, I raked my gaze down her smoking hot body, lingering on her gorgeous ass encased in those skin-tight jeans. Her t-shirt hugged what looked like a luscious pair of tits. I wondered if they were real…
Not that I’d ever find out.
Not with her.
Anyone else, and I’d have already scored a hit.
I liked women, and they liked me.
I liked to fuck.
Hard, and often.
Apart from singing, writing songs, and running CM Records with my bandmates and management team, fucking was the only other thing I was good at…