Scott Poulson-Bryant brings the heat in this rip-roaring tale of secrets, sex, and betrayal.
On a steamy June day in New York City, mega-star rapper TNT gathers a group of four successful men together, childhood friends who called themselves “the VIPs,” signaling the big dreams they all once had. Leo Bradford is a gay publishing magnate who is learning to love again after a devastating tragedy. Barry Chambers is a playboy attorney with a working-class background who is starting to realize that the chip he’s carried on his shoulders all these years doesn’t go too well with the bespoke suits that have become his trademark. Joey Ramirez is a high-flying fashion designer who has managed to triumph over a life of abuse and neglect to become one of the most successful clothiers in the world. And Duke Maynard is a recently-retired NFL star facing the challenges of successfully transferring his competitive energies from his gridiron past to his entertainment world future. These four men have a history and bond that could be torn apart by a night of passion one of them had long ago.
The VIPs, who haven’t seen one another in years, are greeted at the Hotel Gansevoort by an openly hostile TNT, who asks them the bombshell question: “Which one of you bastards is my father?”
Shocking, hilarious, suspenseful, and, ultimately, incredible moving, The VIPs will have readers furiously turning the pages to find out who the real father is.
“A page-turner full of melodrama, violence, betrayal, and sex, Poulson-Bryant excels at creating a fine sense of place…a burgeoning talent.” –Publishers Weekly
“Each character in this book, quite unlike others in its genre, rings with truth and depth. The VIPs comes hard with a surprising ending and a roller-coaster storyline ready-made for the big screen.” –Ebony Magazine
“Jackie Collins and E. Lynn Harris would be proud…The VIPs is the perfect beach-read. A modern, fast-paced page-turner…with juicy tidbits of class, homophobia, bisexuality, set-ups, cover-ups, fashion shows, conspiracy, love-found, lost family secrets and, of course, murder.”–Lamda Literary