Incendiary Synopsis:
Georgie has destroyed me. She's threatened my
freedom and everything I've worked so hard to build. My band, my music, is the
last thing on my mind. I want her to pay for all she's done.
But she's still my Georgie, and my desire for her is as hot as ever. She's my inferno, my biggest mistake and my greatest reward.
My fans see her as their idol's downfall. When her life is threatened, I will come to realize there's nothing in the world more important to me than her.
She's my flame.
I'm her anchor.
Together, we're explosive.
We are incendiary.
For mature audiences only. Incendiary is not a standalone novel, but is the conclusion to Georgiana McCall's and Sloane Mason's story that began in Inferno.
But she's still my Georgie, and my desire for her is as hot as ever. She's my inferno, my biggest mistake and my greatest reward.
My fans see her as their idol's downfall. When her life is threatened, I will come to realize there's nothing in the world more important to me than her.
She's my flame.
I'm her anchor.
Together, we're explosive.
We are incendiary.
For mature audiences only. Incendiary is not a standalone novel, but is the conclusion to Georgiana McCall's and Sloane Mason's story that began in Inferno.
Kathryn Kelly Bio:
Kathryn Kelly is the author of the Death Dwellers MC
Series and Phoenix Rising Rock Band Series. For as long as she can remember,
she has been a reader and has always loved books. Although she thought about
writing her own books, she never thought she would actually do it. It took a dream
from her first hero, Christopher "Outlaw" Caldwell and encouragement
by her mother and friends before she put pen to paper and wrote Misled. This
has been one of the most rewarding and amazing journeys of her life and she
owes it all to her readers and fans. In her spare time, (admittedly not much),
she likes scotch, champagne, music, and the New Orleans Saints. In reality,
she's just a girl next door, a biker babe in her imagination, a mom, and a
daughter.
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The moment she slides in next to me, my senses flare to
life. The sweet scent of vanilla overwhelms me. Whether it’s my imagination or
not, I breathe in for a deeper whiff. I’ve thrived on this memory for almost
eight months.
A baby’s
gurgle and soft coo filters into my ears. My daughter. The child Georgie had
for me. Primal instinct roars though me, and I ball my fists. I came in her and
filled her with this beautiful baby. Wherever she went, she carried a part of
me inside of her and nurtured it as only she could, with an enduring innocence
and unconditional love.
“Sloane,”
Georgie whispers again, and her voice cracks, breaking the spell she’s cast on
me and reminding me of her duplicity.
Loneliness,
fear, and regret, are infused in her voice and written on her face. I’m so
fucking furious with her, I’m afraid of what I’ll do if I respond. I ignore
her, until my temper is under control.
No one
knows I’m in the car, but the Paps are out in force. Kiln didn’t hide, and the
location of the hospital Georgie was staying at has been plastered everywhere.
Speculation will jump to me, and if I’m somehow involved. No matter. I wanted
Georgie and knew from the moment I reached my room last night I’d have her at
my side.
After
Zelda left, I sat in Mom’s garden for hours, contemplating my life and unable
to step back into a world of drugs. But her memory isn’t what kept me from
going for drugs. It was Georgie. Her face. Her taste.
Every inch
of her is embedded into my psyche. I spent the night considering my next move.
With each breath I took, I thought of her. Until the obvious conclusion arose
and I agreed with my cook. I needed to see her. I had to get her.
I wouldn’t
rest until I looked into her deceitful eyes and heard exactly why she went to
the fucking cops and the goddamn
media. I also knew there was no fucking way I could stay in that mausoleum
without her.
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