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.
Excerpt
She walks
to the piano and plays a short melody. I didn’t know she played an instrument.
She gives me a small smile at my surprise.
“Piano
lessons were required of me when I was younger,” she answers my unasked
question. “I can’t play a complex arrangement.” She taps on the keys again.
“Like you.”
She would
know that, something I made Jaeger remove from all bios about me, years ago.
“Guitars
are sexier,” I tell her.
“Says you.
Anything you play is sexy, Sloane.” She heaves in a breath. “I really am
tired.”
“I know.”
And I’m still me, still selfishly wanting her with me. “You think I’m a coward,
don’t you?” Or, maybe, only my guilty conscience has me feeling that way about
myself. “That I should say fuck it
and do jail time, then when I’m released we’ll live together
happily-ever-after.”
“I don’t
think you’re a piece of shit. The rest of it? Yes.”
“I’m not
meant to live any part of my life behind bars.”
“Strange
for you to say that when you did so much shit to land behind bars.”
“There’s
more to it.”
“There
always is.”
I thrust
my fingers through my hair, wishing I could make this right. I’ve used my
notoriety for so many other reasons, mostly not good, but I can’t find a way to
claim my daughter and don’t forsake Georgie. My only solution is turning her
into what I know she isn’t.
“I want to
go back upstairs to that room, where nothing can harm me.”
I grab her
arm as she passes me by. The moment my fingers touch her skin, fire races
through my blood and I cover her mouth with mine. She whimpers, parting her
lips and meeting my tongue.
My dick
rises between us, wanting inside of her, though I know that isn’t a
possibility. Still ravishing her mouth, I lead her to the sofa and lean back,
freeing my cock.
“Suck me
off.”
She angles
her body and wraps her hot little mouth around my hard dick. She bobs her head,
nibbling and licking and sucking, her cheek resting on my thigh, her hands
wrapped around my cock base.
I bury my
hands in her hair and stroke the silky strands. She draws me closer and closer
to coming, so I push into her mouth and she grunts. Her hands go slack and she
draws in a deep breath, her body relaxing.
“Fuck me.”
Before I lift my head, I already know what I’ll find. But, no. I don’t need to
raise up. Her little snore offers a full explanation.
Leave it
to Georgie to fall asleep while sucking my dick. If I had low self-esteem, I’d
probably need years of therapy. Instead, I laugh. It’s loud and unrestrained,
genuinely amused.
Author 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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