TITLE: Pursuit of Craze
GENRE: Romantic Thriller
To save her rock star boyfriend’s life, Allie must destroy the seven deadly sinners hellbent on ending him with next stop world domination. Sex, drugs, shocks, and poles- she’ll use every trick in her shoulder bag, and she’ll do it all without chipping her new manicure.
“Hubba, hubba. Ares in the flesh.”
Allie looked up from studying camera angles and shot Dee Dee a raised eyebrow, sure that her assistant was having another of her “I’m as free as a bee in a tree” space- cadet moments. She was prone to them during setups- with no clients in the studio to offer distraction.
“Incoming,” Dee Dee added with a wiggle of her own eyebrows and a nod towards the foyer. Allie glanced over her shoulder- to the open front door, where the mid afternoon sun cast a blinding aura around the frame of a most welcome visitor.
Wishing she had time for a quick swipe of lip gloss, she handed her camera off to Dee Dee, and opened her arms for a hug. Daemon took his place against her body.
“I didn’t know you were coming by today,” she murmured.
Instead of responding, he dropped his forehead to hers and let his weight rest there for an extra beat. Uh oh. After a year together, she knew his nuances like she knew how many coats of her Pinking of You nail polish was overkill (three- after two it wouldn’t set). Something was up.
Eventually he loosened his hold, and when he did she pulled back to study his face. “Everything okay?”
“Everything is --” he dropped his gaze to the marble tiled floor “odd.”
“Odd?” She asked “How so?”
“You know that feeling you get when you’re being followed?”
“Well. No. But I’m not the lead singer of Craze of Cain. Nobody follows me unless they want my parking spot.