Please welcome David Stearman here. David is going to share a snippet of his new release: HOT. Love the cover!!!

 

Blurb: 

A total life do-over, that’s what Jake needs; a chance to unmake his past mistakes. Because in his zeal to fulfill his beloved dream of wealth and fame, Jake lost Chloe, the one he loved above all else.

First he betrayed her. Then came the drugs. And in the real world, opportunities to undo things like that just don’t happen.

Or do they? Could a paparazzi-induced traffic accident actually provide an opportunity for Jake to restore his ruined life?

Set against the glitzy backdrop of the recording business, HOT tells the story of a young man’s dream to restore the dream he lived before his dreams came true.

From HOT:

I hate my face. I turned from the mirror with a groan. Well, maybe not the whole thing; the main problem’s with the nose. It’s way too big and tilts mischievously to the left.

Glancing back to the mirror, I rubbed my finger down its incredible length. Seriously, is this the best God could do?

But then again maybe it wasn’t God’s fault after all. Maybe it was the work of the Devil. At any rate, the freakish appendage was probably to blame for the fact that Chloe had gone out with Brandon Burke. Even more likely, she’d finally come to her senses and realized that dating me was slumming.

Although it felt like a betrayal, it wasn’t, technically, since I’d never actually asked her to be exclusive with me. And yet to my mind this shouldn’t have been necessary, since everybody in this Podunk already knew we were an item.

But leave it to a scumball like Burke to go hunting on posted land. Now he’d get the girl and I’d get ripped-off, which was the way these things usually worked out.

Bummed, I flipped off the bathroom light, stumbled back into my room, and plopped down at my desk. Maybe I’ll just get lost in Second Life…

But wait, I’ve got mail. I clicked. From Steven Tyler!

 

Hey Marley,

Nice tune. Got any more like that? Because there’s this guy at an Arista subsidiary–I know, I know, it’s a Country label–but don’t be put off. Country’s a broad genre these days, and there is such a thing as Southern Rock, right? Anyway, he’s been looking for a writer that he can eventually craft into a solo artist. Maybe another demo of this caliber would convince him you’re his guy.

ST

 

Incredulous, I lifted my phone with a trembling hand. “Hey Snort, get over here. We need to cut another demo; I got an email from Steven Tyler asking for a second tune.”

Snort was there within minutes. He glanced about. “Where’s Chloe?”

“Don’t know and don’t care.”

A smirk. “I’ve heard that before.”

“Well this time it’s the truth.”

“But we need keys.”

“We’ll be fine with just the guitars.”

He squinted an eye, “You guys have a fight?”

“She went out with Burke.”

A somber nod. “My condolences.”

It was time for my concession speech; something like “Well, that’s how it goes; life sucks and then you die.” But I just couldn’t go there. Not this time. This time I felt the beast in me arise, all teeth and claws and brawl. This time I wouldn’t just roll over; Chloe meant too much to me. No, this time I’d fight, and win it all. I looked Snort in the eye. “Burke’s gonna lose out. No way that jerk’ll get my girl.”

He slapped me on the back. “Rock on, dog.”  He nodded toward my guitar as he picked up his bass. “Let’s get this turkey carved.”

I put my pain into the song; aptly entitled Oh no you didn’t, oh no you don’t. We wrapped and Snort shook his head, amazed. “Where’d all that come from?”

“You need to ask?”

“Well, Burke did you a favor, then, ‘cause this one’s totally got it going on.”

 

Get your copy of Hot here:  Amazon or here: Barnes and Noble

David Stearman is a professional songwriter and recording artist whose novels reflect his love of music, adventure, and the outdoors; especially in tropical locales. In his spare time David enjoys archery, fishing, hunting, and other outdoor sports, as well as travel, gardening, and breeding parrots. He and his wife Diane have a son and daughter, and live in Kentucky s horse country with a little bichon frisé dog named Lilli.