Inside, though, Brock is fighting for something he knows he will never have: Unconditional love. Brock Holloway has it all - incredible good looks, money, friends, a bitchin' car and a promising football career.

A Portion of this book's proceeds will go to the Trevor Project. It contains men making love, violence and curse words. RIP Sandrine, I'm sorry I didn't write the story fast enough for you to read, and I'm sorry the world has lost such a bright light.This book is part of a series and is not meant to be read as a standalone. I look at her Facebook now, at the fact she planned a book with her co-author for next year, and it makes me so sad. Never imagined she wouldn't be here to read it, because things like dying, and leaving her family, was never in her plans, or in my thoughts. Her response, in true Sandy fashion – “Oh hell no. I told her that I felt like it was a finished short story. She wanted to help me with the rest of the story when I was initially horrified at the concept of having to write a book that went outside of my comfort zone. I wish I had made the time to do it, sorry Sandy for my stupid fucking anxieties. She wanted to Facetime me, but I was out with family, and yeah, i'm not good with Facetime. The last I spoke to her on Facebook, she had just read a short story of mine, and she demanded I carry on the story to a full book. She was strongly passionate about her fellow authors, about fairness, and about looking out for her friends. But she sounded well, and was happy, apart from the crap we talked about like scammy authors, and midlisters being knocked out, and the heady days before KU when there wasn't the same level of people out there taking readers for a ride. The last I spoke to her ‘face to face' was a Skype session, but without video, because I don't handle skype video very well. She shared the last Railers' hockey book for me on her timeline, and backed a thunderclap she was that kind of person, and we really thought of ourselves as two of the *old authors* with less of the *old* LOL. She saw the same things I did in some of the new authors, and we would talk on FB about issues we had, and sometimes share new releases. We met again at GRL again, still with the teasing, but then sometimes more serious. My first one and one of my clearest memories was of the teasing. She met Steve (RJ's hubby) in smoker's corner along with others like Tim Brehme, and they would disappear for half an hour at a time, talking, laughing, and basically putting the world to rights. So when I met her for the first time, it was just more teasing, more of the same.

See, we used to get to number 1 on Amazon in those days, and I used to joke that I would only be at number one long enough for her, or Amber Kell, to release a book and knock me off.

Up until I met her, we had a FB friendship that mostly consisted of teasing each other. I first met Sandrine Gasq Dion in Atlanta, October 2013.

Strange Addiction by Sandrine Gasq-Dion