Cover Design: Sarah Paige, Opium House Creatives
Release Date: March 3, 2020
Think Madmen meets Suits.
They have history. They have a connection. They have unfinished business.
Money. Power. And as many women as I can shake my d*ck at.
Apparently I’m living the American dream.
In reality, I’m trapped in my worst nightmare.
And I can’t seem to wake up.
The ghosts of my past haunt my future.
The money. The hook-ups. The ad agency. The friends.
I’d give it all up in a heartbeat, for the one thing I want, but don’t have.
I’ve worked so hard and sacrificed so much to get where I am.
I should be proud of my achievements.
Instead, my success is marred by guilt.
It weighs heavy on my mind day and night.
My future is apparently bright.
Yet I can’t seem to shake the ghosts of my past.
Each day I remind myself what I have, and try to forget what I’ve lost.
Some pivotal, some inconsequential. Some memorable, some forgettable. Some
joyful, some regrettable. I took a facsimile of this one in my mind. I knew I’d be referring back to it often. It was meaningful, pivotal, memorable and joyful. It was a new beginning after an old end.
With the hand that had been circling Mel’s palm, I gently raised her chin, still staring directly into her eyes, before looking down slightly at the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest as it became more erratic. Her gaze didn’t waver, and as I raised my eyes again to meet hers, they were there waiting for me. I wanted to smile, to do something to acknowledge the moment, but my features wouldn’t play ball. All I could do was stare, naked desire ablaze in my eyes.