A book inspired by and dedicated to Michael Hutchence
Melanie Davis is alive...but not really living.
Years ago, she faced an unspeakable tragedy that left her socially crippled. Her life consists of her career and coming home to an empty house devoid of love.
That all changes when she meets a mysterious stranger. One who's a dead ringer for the lead singer of her favorite band, Lush.
Caesar Blue died sixteen years ago.
A tragic accident took the life of the gorgeous, music superstar. He left behind a lucrative career and three bandmates who were devastated by his death. None more so than his best friend, Johnnie Vega.
Johnnie Vega's living on borrowed time.
The drummer always had a weakness for drugs and alcohol, and after losing his best friend, Johnnie's world spun out of control. No matter how many trips he makes to rehab, Johnnie can't shake the guilt over Caesar's death, nor his addictions.
Two worlds collide.
When Melanie realizes that Caesar Blue has indeed returned to the world of the living, she finds herself falling for the enigmatic rock star. Not only does he set her on a path to fulfill her lifelong dreams, but his disarming sexuality reignites passions she long ago buried.
But, when Caesar's mission to help her, brings her face to face with her favorite band member, Johnnie Vega, things get complicated. As she begins to fall under the spell of her teenage crush, she discovers that she and Johnnie have a mysterious connection. One that compelled Caesar to bring them together.
Can falling in love with a ghost and his addict best friend be a good thing?
“I guess this is the part where things get difficult.” He sighed. “I knew it might be hard to explain.”
Quickly, he sat back up. “How big of a Lush fan were you?”
“They were my favorite band during high school and college.”
“Was Johnnie really your favorite?” He narrowed his eyes. “Or did you just say that to rattle me?”
“Yes…” She laughed lightly. “And yes.”
Looking away, he picked a dandelion and twirled it between his fingers. “We were always so competitive with one another. Seems so stupid now.”
“Johnnie and me.”
“You know him? Is he okay? I tried to search for information about him after I met you, but I found nothing recent.”
His gaze went skyward. “Yes, I know Johnnie. We’re like brothers. Went to school together…created together…”
“Come on, you’re taking this lookalike thing way too seriously.” She nudged his leg gently. “Wait. I’ve got it. They’re making a movie about the band, and you’re playing Caesar. That’s it, right?”
“You think I’m an actor?”
She scooted closer, examining his face. Reaching out, she brushed back the curls from his eyes. “Have you always looked like him? Or did they perm and color your hair to look like his?”
Roughly, he grabbed her wrist. “Look at me, Melanie. Really look at me.”
“How do you know my name?”
“I know things.” He loosened his grip on her hand and rubbed her wrist gently.
She gazed into his eyes. Deep, dark brown eyes that seemed to penetrate her soul. Over his left eye, a small scar. In the band’s early days, they’d played the bar circuit, and one night a drunk patron had thrown a bottle at…Caesar.
Her hands flew to her mouth as she gasped. Timidly, she reached out again, her index finger softly stroking the scar.
“A drunk idiot. Thank God all I got was a scar. He could have put my eye out. Rhett and Johnnie beat the shit out of him while Kurt took me to the hospital for stitches.”
Grabbing his wrist, she slid his jacket and shirt sleeve up his arm. On his underarm, just above his wrist, a tattoo of an angel resided there, with Caesar’s mother’s name. Naomi. She died of cancer when he was twelve.
“Want to see this one?” He unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his toned chest. Musical notes with a verse from Lush’s biggest hit were inked over his heart.
This is crazy! He’s not Caesar. Why would I even consider that an option? Caesar is dead.
As she touched the tattoo, she took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled. “Well, you’ve certainly taken fanboy to a whole new level.”
He stroked the top of her hand. “How do I make you believe?”
“What is there to believe? Caesar Blue is dead.”
“At least we agree on something.”
“Is it so hard to believe that I’m Caesar Blue?”
“We just agreed Caesar is dead.”
“Yes. I’m dead.”