Title: Inferno
Author: Kathryn Kelly
Release
Date: March 10th 2015
Amazon
AISN: B00U3DW1WE
CreateSpace ISBN
13: 9781507723661
Smashwords
ISBN: 9781310199202
Are
ISBN: KTHKLX0000006
I’m a rocker with the eyes of the
world on me. Waiting for my triumph or my downfall…just waiting.
Most of my life is in my hands.
My destiny? That’s another story. My destiny isn’t as debt free.
My band, Phoenix Rising, arrives in
Houston to cut a new album. Before we perform our first concert in the city and I choose my
groupies of the night, I’m thrust into debauchery. Sleeping with a gorgeous woman twenty years
older than me has its perks, especially when her husband orchestrated the encounter and eagerly watches. To me, performing is performing. If a man wants to
share his wife, who am I to stop him?
Unfortunately for me, I don’t make a
clean getaway as I leave the McCall mansion. Georgie, their sixteen-year-old daughter, is in the
midst of her own intrigue, sneaking home in the middle of the night after an evening of drugs
and sex with her older brother’s best friend. In her, I see me. She’s lost and drifting. Her
hedonistic parents insist she’s old enough to make her own decisions. Instead of time and love,
they give her money and things.
I’m a twenty-five-year old
international superstar and I know better. I’m cocky and arrogant. I know it so I own it.
Somehow, I’ve always bested the fates. I have all to lose—my reputation, my career, and my
freedom. Her mother’s jealousy forces my hand and I take Georgie on the
tour.
This is our story and our secret
relationship and the destruction of my life. You know the adage about secrets?
Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.
Wise words from a wise man. If only I had listened. Secrets have a way of revealing
themselves in the harshest way.
WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO WRITE INFERNO:
Inferno was inspired after I
read a news article about a much older man who fell in love with a girl when she was 16. My
imagination took over from there and Georgie and Sloane were born. The ending to the real
story was sad and heartbreaking. However, Georgie and Sloane will ultimately find
happiness.
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Hooking a finger inside my
mesh T-shirt, she shakes her head. She really likes touching me. If I did relationships, I’d get
her number. Give the paparazzi another reason to chase me and attempt to pick apart my
actions. They’ve supposedly pegged my type. What would they say if I introduced her as my
lover? Young and dark-haired. I can’t think of a better way to fuck with
them.
“You aren’t an addict anymore.”
Her voice breaks into my contemplations. “You’ve been clean since you demolished the record
company’s studio and you’re halfway through the American leg of your tour. You’re not messing
that up. I won’t allow it.”
Her defiance makes me laugh,
although my heart hammers. While I consider using her for my amusement, her concern for me
is genuine. “It isn’t for me. It’s for a special friend.”
“That porn star you’re
dating?”
Fuck, she really does follow my
life closely. “I’ve never dated one porn star.” Although I fucked several on the plane ride to
Houston. “I want the fucking baggie. Now.”
Again, she denies me with a shake of
her head. I suspect she’s used to getting her way. Is it because she’s spoiled or ignored, I don’t
know. I do know what she needs, though. Discipline.
Structure. Focus. At one time, I found it in my music. Lately, not even music has been enough to
subdue my restiveness.
Asshole steps beside her.
“Powder belongs to me,” he says tightly, a handkerchief pressed to his bleeding nose, his eye
already swelling. “It’s my decision who gets it or not and I’ve chosen her.”
Cursing, I dig in my back pocket
and offer him all the hundreds I have.
“Sloane, please.” Her tortured
whisper will haunt me. The care and concern infused in it is more than I get from anyone. “Do
you swear it isn’t for you?”
I nod and, as quickly as I came
upon her, she leaves. Just like that. A delicate star brightening my life one moment and an
elusive angel floating forever away the next.
Long minutes later, I sit with the
coke, fighting the urge to do a line. My hands actually shake.
“Sloane,
please…”
Her plea bounces in my head
and her scent remains on my fingers, my lips, and in my mouth. For her, the sad, little
temptress, I find the nearest bathroom and flush the blow. Then, I splash water on my face. It
isn’t cold at all, so it doesn’t give my system the shock it needs to snap back from my encounter
with her.
I regret
not forcing the issue about her name. All it took was one look from me to get my dick into her
mouth. I’m sure one, cold command for her name would’ve produced results, too. Maybe, I
didn’t want to know it. A name is so personal. This way, our sex remained simple and
unencumbered with expectations.
She
said I’d forget her name, so she never bothered to offer it to me. But, she’s a younger, softer,
feminine version of me. For the rest of my life, I’ll remember the
unidentified waif with the gorgeous purple eyes.
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Kathryn Kelly is living her dream and writing
books. She's always been an avid reader and still devours books in her spare time. She also
enjoys football, socializing, music, eating, and jokes. In her head, she's the ultimate biker babe.
In reality, she's an ordinary girl-next-door and a native New Orleanian.
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