Title: Desolation Angel
Author: Layla Dorine
Genre: Gay Romance, Contemporary, Rocker Romance
Length: Novel
Publisher: Wayward Ink Publishing
Synopsis
Dare gets lost in music only he can hear.Since childhood, it’s rolled through his mind, drowning out the rest of the world. When he comes back to himself he has the notes and lyrics for the songs his band plays. But he wonders if such talent is worth it, when the rest of his life is such a mess.
All Sionn ever wanted was Dare’s attention.
But that won’t happen as long as Dare has his ‘musical dreams’, so he keeps his attraction a secret. Too bad it’s impossible to keep anything secret when you live with your three best friends. When Sionn’s temper reaches breaking point, he sets Dare on a quest to ‘fix’ himself, in the hopes of gaining the love of the man he adores.
But Fate has a funny way of twisting things.
And ‘normal’ is just a state of mind, isn’t it? While Dare struggles to change, secrets are revealed, loyalties are tested, and the band is offered the chance of a lifetime. Can they pull themselves together fast enough to take advantage of it, or will Dare’s desire to be ‘normal’ unravel all their lives?
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Sionn
came through the door and immediately went looking for Dare. He found him
sprawled on his black beanbag chair in the music room, eyes closed, feet up on
a stool, coaxing a slow song from his guitar. For a moment, Sionn stood back
and watched him, taking in the contented look on Dare’s face. How utterly and
completely relaxed he was. He almost seemed to glow from somewhere deep within
his soul as he played.
It took Sionn a minute to realize the song
was new. Dare so captured his attention that the music itself wasn’t
registering. Sionn felt his heart beat just a little bit faster when Dare stuck
out the tip of his tongue and ran it across his lips, a soft humming coming
from him as his fingers traveled a little faster over the chords. In all the
years of playing together, Sionn had never seen Dare in the act of actually
creating a song. He only heard it for the first time when Dare was ready to
share it with the rest of the band. This was beautiful; this was one of the most
captivating things Sionn had ever seen and he quietly took a step back out the
door and ran to his room to grab his camera.
He returned to the music room, DSLR in
hand, and stopped just inside the doorway, not daring to get any closer for
fear he’d break the spell. He stood watching, the camera emitting a steady click, click, click as he took
shot after shot, faltering only when Dare began to sing.
“Cloaked in the dust of ages
chokin’ on the ashes of gods
drownin’ in dreams n’ visions
that never can be or will be ours
I saw God in the painted face
of a dead street corner mime
watched the angels turnin’ tricks on
Jackson square
played poker with the devil
to get some wings so I could fly
fly outta here.”
Sionn found himself frozen with the
camera. He took in the words until they gave way to humming again. Then Dare
wiggled and ceased playing as he sat up and wrote down the bit he’d sung. Sionn
tried to remain quiet, but Dare must have sensed him there because he turned
and smiled. When he caught sight of the camera, he raised an eyebrow.
“I’d ask what you were doin’ with that,
but I’ve already got some idea. Only question left is why?”
“I couldn’t resist. Do you have any idea
what you look like when you play?”
Dare laughed. “It’s not like I stand in
the mirror and watch myself, so no.”
“Och, well, it’s like watching one o’ the
Aos Sí dance with a will o’ the wisp.”
Dare sat there a moment, blinking, then
cocked his head. “Did you just compare me to a fairy prince? Because, if you
did, I’m not really sure how to take that.”
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About the author
LAYLA DORINE lives among the sprawling prairies of Midwestern America, in a house with more cats than people. She loves hiking, fishing, swimming, martial arts, camping out, photography, cooking, and dabbling with several artistic mediums. In addition, she loves to travel and visit museums, historic, and haunted places.Layla got hooked on writing as a child, starting with poetry and then branching out, and she hasn’t stopped writing since. Hard times, troubled times, the lives of her characters are never easy, but then what life is? The story is in the struggle, the journey, the triumphs and the falls. She writes about artists, musicians, loners, drifters, dreamers, hippies, bikers, truckers, hunters and all the other folks that she’s met and fallen in love with over the years. Sometimes she writes urban romance and sometimes its aliens crash landing near a roadside bar. When she isn’t writing, or wandering somewhere outdoors, she can often be found curled up with a good book and a kitty on her lap.
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