|Forever Is Now|
Kimber Vale, welcome back to Romance Lives Forever. We're excited to interview your character, Chance Ralan from the book Forever is Now.
Genre: Contemporary, M/M
Publisher: Liquid Silver Books
Cover artist: Valerie Tibbs
Heat rating: Hot
If you love someone, set him free. If he steals something of yours, hunt him down and make him sorry.
Alex Bremen is over Chance Ralan. Ever since his high school boyfriend ditched him nine years ago, Alex has barely thought of Chance at all. Sure, Alex attended a concert or two when his ex's band, Armageddon Showdown, was in the area, but that was more curiosity than anything else. Who wouldn't want to see firsthand how his once clean-cut boyfriend transformed into a pierced and tattooed heavy metal god?
But when Chance has the nerve to record a love song Alex wrote for him years ago, Alex crosses the country to confront him. Revenge becomes a dish best served sizzling hot. The two men lock horns, but find the chemistry between them has only intensified with time, and occasionally love needs to do some growing up before it can be done right.
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What are your main characters' names, ages, and occupations?
Chance Ralan is a twenty-eight year-old lead singer and guitarist for the heavy metal band, Armageddon Showdown.
Alex Bremen is the same age, and is an up-and-coming documentary film producer.
"How could you sing that song? I know I lost the competition. You needed to be a rock star more than you need me. I'm over it. But here you fuckin' are, Chance—you made it to the big time without me, and without that song. The least you could do is show an ounce of fucking respect for what we had."
"I do… I didn't…" He tripped over his words, and Alex shook his head, about to walk out. Distance was the best thing to have between them. Why did he think confronting Chance would bring some sort of resolution, some kind of healing to the wound that never closed no matter how much time passed? He should have known being so near Chance would tear him apart all over again.
"Wait. Alex?" Chance exhaled a deep breath as if trying to decide if he really wanted to say whatever he was about to.
"I was drunk one night. I couldn't get you … that song out of my head. I just thought if I sang it, I could sleep, ya know? Cliff heard me. Said we had to cut it." Chance shook his head as if to negate his words. "He had the rest of the band pressure me."
"So, once again, I lose to the band, huh? It's classic Chance. You fucked me over for your career already! Years later, with an entire country between us, you do it again? I let you go, Chance. You should do the same."
"Did you really?" Chance turned toward him, closing the distance between their bodies. Alex smelled sweat and leather, and Chance's breath held the essence of liquor as he spoke. "You want to tell me you didn't think about me at all this whole time? Is that why you never tried to find me? Never called?"
"Are you fucking serious? Is that what I was supposed to do?" Alex clenched his fists, torn between wanting to hit him, and dying to know if his lips, his tongue, tasted like vodka, or beer, or both.
"It woulda shown you cared."
"I see the world still revolves around you. Nice to know some things never change."
"Yeah, some things don't. Your eyes are still that same amazing blue." Chance leaned closer and the tip of his tongue flicked out to smooth his lips. "I still feel like I could just … dive into them and drown."
Fuck. A shiver of excitement rumbled through Alex's body. He had come here to yell at him, to make him realize what a self-centered prick he was. Hopefully shame him, at least a little. After that he was going to leave.
Instead, he leaned in, and his lips were on Chance's. And, good lord, he tasted and smelled just the way Alex remembered underneath the burn of booze. Chance's face was rougher against his chin and cheeks, not like the smooth-faced boy Alex used to steal kisses from. Damn, if the man wasn't so much hotter. He licked the seam of Chance's closed lips and the guy groaned beneath Alex's onslaught while his mouth opened in response. Their tongues met, and Chance molded his warm body against Alex's.
Christ, he feels almost too good.
Alex's hand wrapped around the back of Chance's neck. He loved the thatch of hair at Chance's nape. Different color, but still reassuringly soft. Threading his fingers through the silky mass, he pulled Chance's mouth closer, his tongue deeper into his own moist heat.
Alex smiled against Chance's mouth as the rocker ground his hips upward into Alex's throbbing groin. The guy's cock was hot and hard, wrapped in buttery leather. It surged against Alex's hard-on.
Not everything changed.
The squeak of the outer door being tugged open broke the love buzz, and Chance wrenched guiltily out of his arms.
Interview with Chance Ralan
Tell us about yourself.
Hi. My name is Chance and I'm a recovering alcoholic. Oh, wait. Wrong place for that.
Tell us about Alex.
Well, he's hot as hell, for one thing.
Actually, he's too good to me, but at the same time, he doesn't put up with my shit. It works, ya know? He makes me a better person, which is pretty much how the whole partner thing goes, I guess. Whenever I step on my own dick, he's the first one to point it out, but also the first one to kiss it and make it better.
What do you think is your strongest point?
Being a killer musician, for sure.
What would Alex say is your strongest point?
Ummm…how great my ass looks in leather? I don't know. Maybe my drive to succeed.
What would Alex say is your biggest weakness?
I've been accused of being selfish once or twice. Yeah, probably being full of myself. But, I mean, can you blame me?
What was it like where you grew up?
Honestly, it was kind of a hole, if you know what I mean. Some rough crowds. Some
crime. So you get into your own group of assholes and ride it out. Strength in numbers
and all that. Sticking out too far was never a good plan.
What do you wish was different about your life?
If I had a time machine, I guess I'd…ah fuck. Don't make me answer that. I'm pretty sure saying that I'd do the same shit over again would only get me in trouble, and I'm not so sure I'd change.
Describe a place of perfect refuge.
I'd love my own island. White sand, tiki hut with all the amenities. Just peace and quiet until I feel like making some noise with my guitar. I wanna play a concert for a bunch of fishes. And Alex. He'd be one of my amenities. Maybe the dog could come too. Maybe.
About the Author
Kimber Vale writes erotic romance of all stripes, from her sci-fi to hot manlove. Come for the sex. Stay for the story. Find her M/M work published under K. Vale. Stalk her on Facebook and Twitter @KimberVale, and check her site for updates, freebies, and new releases at kimbervale.com.
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Books Coming Soon
I'm currently finishing up my second Shooting Stars book, called "Double Takes," which is bisexual rocker Gio Savale's story (M/M). For anyone who is hoping for a glimpse of Chance and Alex in the second book, have no fear—you'll get to see what those boys are up to as well.
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