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Tinseltown Blues(#1): All That Glitters

by Acer Adamson


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This book is an original work of fiction intended for an adult audience. Names, characters, places, and events are products of the author’s imagination, although fictitious reference may be made to actual historical persons and events or existing locations. Any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, or to actual situations or events is entirely coincidental.


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Tinseltown Blues (#1): All That Glitters © 2013 – 2017 Acer Adamson

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This story is intended for an adult audience.


Word Count: 5,700

October 10, 2017


About the Story

For actor Harley Sheffield, the stress of stardom is made bearable by only one thinghis older brother, Trey, who’s uncomfortable with their illicit affair and leaves town to search his soul for answers.


Trey returns home six months later, faced with a tough decision regarding what means more to him: avoiding the cold glare of Hollywood or returning to the warmth of his brother’s passionate love.




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TINSELTOWN BLUES

#1

ALL THAT GLITTERS

by Acer Adamson



Everyone thought they were doing the right thing by throwing one of the biggest bashes Hollywood had seen in years for the occasion of actor Harley Sheffield’s twenty-fifth birthday.

They were wrong.

Harley sat alone in a corner booth at the rear of the noisy club, huddling inside a bulky cable-knit sweater despite the pleasant warmth of the spring night. He’d grown up in an area where even midsummer still held a distinct chill in the air, and Los Angeles had felt far too warm for him from the beginning.

He took a long pull from a cold bottle of Guinness, his fifth or ninth of the night. He’d lost count.

“Well, if you’re going to drink yourself into a bloody coma, at least you’re drinking better stuff these days.” Jake Blythe slid into the booth, leaning into Harley and giving him a friendly nudge. “Much better than the American cat-piss you were drinking when we first met.”

“All you Brits are beer snobs. Too bad you’re not as picky about food.” Harley lifted his bottle, wanly saluted his friend, and took another drink of the thick, dark brew. He wasn’t exactly hammered, but he’d arrived at a regrettably inebriated place where melancholy tended to set in.

“I’m assuming this foul mood is not a result of your having to relinquish your twink card last night?” Jakea handsome, blond-haired devillifted an eyebrow.

Harley shook his head. “I miss him, Jake. I miss him so much. He should be here tonight.”

Jake put an arm around Harley’s shoulders and kissed him softly on the temple.

Not so long ago, Jake would’ve been much more careful about public displays of affection with Harley. Jake’s wife now knew about his longtime affair with Harley and took their word that the tryst had ended, so the need to act covertly no longer existed. Putting everything out in the open had made life easier for all of them, although Harley sensed Jake still harbored intense feelings for him. Harley had no regrets. A hot fling, no question, but life held enough complications without Jake’s jealousies and relentless libido piled on top of everything else.

“I don’t know what to tell you, love.” Jake kissed Harley on the shoulder. “He’s been gone six months, and I don’t think he’s coming back. I’m dreadfully sorry you’ve been hurt, but I have to be honestI’m not sorry it’s over. The relationship wasn’t healthy for either one of you, and deep down I believe you know that.”

Harley put the bottle of Guinness to his lips and polished off the remaining beer in one quick swig. “I love him, Jake. This is killing me.” He set the empty bottle on the table with a thud. “Do you know what it’s like to love someone like that? To love someone so damn much it hurts?”

Jake sighed, his steel-gray gaze fixed on Harley’s face. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

Harley nodded, acknowledging his friend’s not-so-subtle reference to their past. “Then you know me, and you know I can’t let this go. I can’t snap my fingers and shut off my feelings for him.”

“I understand,” Jake said. “I’m so sorry.”

Shivering, Harley wrapped his arms around his torso and tucked his fists under his armpits for warmth. “Can you please drive me home? I appreciate the party, but I’m really not much in the mood to celebrate.”


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