My name is Cayson James Razor, I’m the front man for Razors Edge. My friends call me CJ but the groupies call me the pleasure God.

I’m living my dream, tens of thousands of fans scream my name and fresh pussy every night with no attachments. Life couldn’t get any better as far as I was concerned. That was until my manager came to me, calling in the favor I owed him.

Now my life is changing in ways I wasn’t ready for. God help me but Kayla Marshall is going to be the death of my rock God image.

My name is Cayson James Razor, front man and lead singer for Razor’s Edge. I’m a rocker through and through, and nothing can change me. I don’t believe in romance and happily ever afters. Or at least that’s what I thought.

Enter Kayla Marshall, romance writer and travel companion for thirty days. She’s oblivious to how the real world works. It’s my duty to open her eyes to the fantasy land she lives in.

When the unthinkable happens and my long-time friend and drummer for Razor’s Edge leaves for rehab in the middle of a sixty-day, forthy-three-city tour, I’m faced with the reality that there is more to life than the music. But before I can tell Kayla that I was wrong, she disappears.

Now I’m questioning everything. Are there such things as happily ever afters, or are they just a fantasy people believe in?
This is my journey to discover if a rock god can give up his evil ways to find the one he was destined for.

I lived for the rock and roll lifestyle. She didn’t belong in my world…

At the age of four, I held my first set of drumsticks. I was hooked. All I ever wanted to do was beat out a rhythm. By the time I was thirteen, I was obsessed with becoming famous. By the time I was twenty-one, Razor’s Edge was a household name.
I was the rock star I’d always dreamed of.

I was living the dream: fast cars, and faster women. I was hooked on what turned out to be an illusion. Yes, I was famous. Yes, I was rich.
Yet no one told me I would ever be this unhappy.

Drugs, booze, and women became my vice.
I was on a path to destruction, counted more visits to rehab than beats I could tap out on a drum. I was trapped in a world I couldn’t escape. But from my darkest days emerged a shining light.

Will her light be bright enough to survive my hell, or will my darkness kill the only happiness I’ve ever found?