Hail Storm

By D.J. Manly

What do you do when being with the love of your life means you alienate the other person you love most in this world?

Chance and his buddies adore the band Hail Storm so much, they form a tribute band in their honour—never knowing that Chance has a bigger connection to the lead singer of the group than he is aware of.

At a fan reunion for the band, Chance finally meets the members of Hail Storm, and a secret related to Chance's health years before is revealed. Whisked into the world of rock 'n roll, Chance will become torn between Hail, the brother he never knew, and the enigmatic Storm, who he is gradually losing his heart to.

Can he risk his brother's wrath and confess the torrid affair he is having with the man Hail loves, or will Chance abandon Storm in order to keep his brother's love?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pride Publishing
• Release date: Dec 11, 2012
• ISBN: 9781781841228

D.J. Manly

D.J. Manly is first and foremost a writer, but is also a college professor, a small business operator and a sociologist who works as a consultant on research projects. D.J. is a proud Canadian who lives in French Canada, and speaks both English and French. Human rights are a great concern, and D.J. longs for a peaceful world free of sexism, racism, and homophobia. D.J. writes for the pure love of writing, and always with the reader in mind. If D.J. doesn't enjoy reading it, it won't be written. Great characters, great sex and a great love are the elements you’ll find in D.J’s work. There is nothing quite as exciting as beautiful men falling in love. Come taste D.J’s work, but be careful, you may become as addicted to reading it, as D.J. is to writing it. One reviewer said of Manly’s work that reading it can give you “…third degree burns in an air conditioned room…” I think that says it all.

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HAIL STORM

D.J. Manly

What do you do when being with the love of your life means you alienate the other person you love most in this world?

Chance and his buddies adore the band Hail Storm so much they form a tribute band in their honour—never knowing that Chance has a bigger connection to the lead singer of the group than he is aware of. At a fan reunion for the band, Chance finally meets the members of Hail Storm, and a secret related to Chance’s health years before is revealed.

Whisked into the world of rock ‘n roll, Chance will become torn between Hail, the brother he never knew, and the enigmatic Storm, to whom he is gradually losing his heart. Can he risk his brother’s wrath and confess the torrid affair he is having with the man Hail loves, or will Chance abandon Storm in order to keep his brother’s love?

Dedication

This story is dedicated to those who save lives by donating their organs. Please, sign your organ donor card and give life.

Hate is the seventh of the seven deadly sins. One has to wonder, when those guys decided on which sins to include in the list, if hate was actually an afterthought. Apparently hate is not a sin when it is in response to pain. So go ahead, hate someone who caused you pain. It’s the steps taken after the pain has subsided which are considered a sin, the path of vengeance. But what about loving someone so much that you’d do anything to keep them from hating you? Is that a sin too? You will have to decide that for yourself.

Trademarks Acknowledgement

The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

Jack Daniels: Brown Forman Corporation

Toyota: Toyota Motor Corporation

Levis: Levi Strauss & Co.

Gibson: Gibson Guitar Corporation

Fender: Fender Musical Instruments Corporation

Rickenbacker: Rickenbacker International Corporation

Harmony Metro: Harmony Guitar Company, Inc.

Prologue

Before the Beginning

When one comes as close to death as I have, life suddenly feels acutely precious. When you’re twelve, you don’t think about death a hell of a lot…and really you shouldn’t have to. But when I was twelve, all I thought about was death. You see, I needed a bone marrow transplant and no one in the family was compatible. When repeated attempts to find a match failed, and I could feel my life slipping away a little more each day, a miracle happened. I didn’t know where the donation came from and I didn’t really care. The entire thing was shrouded in mystery. When I recovered, I had questions about my unsung hero but never really got any clear answers. The only thing I did know for sure was that whoever donated the bone marrow had literally given me back my life. I was forever in debt…to a shadow.

As the years passed, I thought about my close brush with death less and less but I never forgot I carried a little piece of that donor inside me. How could I forget the hell of waiting for the right donor to appear as I lay in a hospital bed and felt my life slowly drain away?

I commissioned the writing of the story you are about to read to honour the shadow I spoke of earlier. I already have fame and fortune and I know now that these things are worth nothing compared to love. I thought maybe if this story got told, and the men I love most in this world read it, they’d understand I never meant to hurt anyone. I love them both so much.

It’s ironic. I’m still a young man and already I’ve lost the two most important people in the world to me. I’m not sure how to live the rest of my life without them. 

I know now that my father had no way of knowing that the son he threw away would become a phenomenon. Practically the entire world knows Hail Dean, lead singer in Hail Storm, the hottest rock band on the planet. What they don’t know about Hail, however, is that his mother raised him alone. They struggled, while his biological father ignored his existence and started another family. That family included my mother and Dad, both surgeons, and me. I had everything, of course—a big house with a pool, a sports car for my sixteenth birthday, and vacations to Europe every summer. My parents loved me a lot. They gave me security, affection and freedom. My life was a pleasure cruise, while the older brother I didn’t know existed took odd jobs when he was a kid to help put food on the table.

When I was dying, my father secretly sought out his abandoned son and asked him to save the life of a brother he didn’t know he had.

As I write these words, there are tears streaming down my face. You’ll understand why when you read the rest of this story. Right now I can’t tell you if my story has a happy ending. Keep your fingers crossed.

It’s ironic. I had always been one of Hail Storm’s biggest fans. However, without the contribution of Danson Storm the band suffers, and their popularity wanes.

I grew up with Hail Storm playing accompaniment to all the important moments in my life. They were there during my first real masturbation session, alone in my room, and harmonised when I kissed my first boy…keeping me focused on something other than the fact that I was different at high school dances. I can remember cruising through Greenwich Village with Pete and Jackson, in my brand new sports car, on my sixteenth birthday. My best friends and I cat-called to all the hot guys on the streets while Hail Storm rocked out to On Your Knees at full volume through the open windows. That song is one of my favourites and every time I hear it I think of that cool, summer evening.

I worshipped this band, and so did Pete and Jackson. At fourteen, the three of us, who were high on the fantasy of becoming famous rockers, formed a tribute band. We weren’t very good but it didn’t matter. We’d mostly lip sync and go through the motions, and by some miracle we won the school talent contest in our last year of high school. By that time I’d even picked up a bit of the guitar and could actually sing along with the recordings in my own voice. My parents were not keen on the rock star idea. I think they thought I’d outgrow it. They expected me to study hard and eventually go to medical school. All the family needed was another doctor!