Book Spotlight : Necessary Detour by author Kim Hornsby
Today blog Wonderworld presents a special book spotlight on the 5 stars recently released Romantic Suspense and thrilling novel titled NECESSARY DETOUR by the multi talented author Kim Hornsby.
From the author's desk : NECESSARY DETOUR is available for Free Download across all Amazon Kindle stores from Feb 13 - Feb 17, 2013. If you love an edge of the seat, romantic, fast paced suspense read , go download this Free Ebook at http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AU50M76
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Pete Bayer is undeniably attractive, but Goldy quickly realizes there's something strange going on in the log house across the bay. Is he a member of the paparazzi? Or a much more sinister threat? Despite her suspicions, Goldy can't deny her fascination with him.
When the press discovers her hideout, it's Pete who offers an escape route, but it comes with a price. Unwillingly drawn into his dangerous world, Goldy soon learns the reason behind Pete's secrecy--and her crush on her charming neighbor takes a deadly turn.
Goldy ran onstage to the thunderous screaming of the Los Angeles crowd. The explosion of applause inside the Staple Center was the tangible evidence of their love for her; love that had fueled her drive over the years to get to this point. Soon she would desert them.
“Necessary Detour,” she mouthed to the band, not waiting for her ex-husband, Burn’s reaction to the song choice. It hadn’t been played since she vowed to never give it credit again. Written about a female stalker, the hit song had been dropped from their repertoire when the stalker slit her wrists in the front row of a Goldy concert.
Tonight, for personal reasons, Goldy wanted it to be the final song. A new crazed fan, code-named Shakespeare by the FBI, had threatened to kill her at the end of the concert, and, if he was successful, she was damned well going to have the last word.
The opening chords filled the cavernous arena and, recognizing the long lost hit, the crowd cheered to barely tolerable decibels.
“You think you got me.
You think we’re done.
You think it’s over
You haven’t won
Burn’s guitar screamed with the intensity of a locomotive as Goldy scanned the crowd, not knowing if she was staring into the face of the demon. Tonight she dared any one of them to take her on. The FBI had insisted on a bullet proof skin under her costume, and she could only hope that if it came to that, the material would save her life even if a quick bullet to the chest wasn’t Shakespeare’s style.
A dozen FBI agents peppered the audience looking for anyone who might have written six months’ of heinous letters that threatened to torture Goldy with unimaginable creativity. Trickling acid along her face, then watching her melt was Shakespeare’s style, to capture, torture, then relish in the hours, possibly days, that it took him to claim her life. That was his “fondest wish.” He’d been code-named Shakespeare because he quoted the bard, but there was nothing poetic about his twisted mind.
Getting closer to the end of the song, Goldy moved to stage-left where a stray bullet wouldn’t hit anyone else. With only two lines left, she pulled the microphone away from her lips to make a powerful run to the end and, as she did so, a shot of electricity pierced her hand and domino’ed along her arm to her shoulder, hitting her torso like a jack hammer. The pain was formidable. When her brain got the message, the hand flew open and the microphone dropped with a thud to the stage floor. Pretend nothing is wrong. Finish the song.
Goldy danced ran over to Burn’s microphone, acutely aware of the one lying behind her, like the pariah it was. Agent Gateman looked worried in the wings, two seconds from shutting everything down. She shook her head emphatically, her steely gaze calling one last shot.
Her left arm hung limp as she reached for Burn’s microphone with the right. What if this was the plan? Toy with her knowing she would persist? Then finish the kill with Burn’s microphone. Leaving it on the stand, she moved in and, hearing the approaching notes, took a deep breath to make the final run to the end. This time she was careful to keep her lips off the metal.
It’s a Necessary Detour
This detour’s ……..Necessary!”
She punched the air with her good arm, stepped wide and threw her head back--Goldy’s trademark pose. It punctuated the final moment of any Goldy concert.
The applause was deafening. She’d survived the final song, despite what Shakespeare said. “I shall end it all with your final note, my love.”
The six band members laid their instruments on the stage and moved downstage, applauding along with the audience in their adoration of the international rock legend--Goldy. What they didn’t know was that this was not only the last song of the tour, but the final tour in a twenty year career. No more CD’s, touring, concerts. No more Goldy.
“Goodnight everyone!” she shouted above the din. “I – HAVE – LOVED – YOU!” Gold confetti rained over the masses as she spun a sparkly Frisbee into the crowd that promised one family a vacation to Hawaii.
Applause filled the arena’s rafters. “Goldy! Goldy! Goldy!” Searing pain in her left arm reminded her that she’d just been electrocuted. She needed to get offstage. Taking a final bow with her partner and ex-husband, she hugged him with one arm and turned to her audience. The mass of people in her field of vision had been her reason for almost everything in the last twenty years. A wave to them, a bow to her band, and then Goldy left the party while she was still having fun.
Paramedics waited just out of sight, their dark blue uniforms a comfort to her worry. But it was her bodyguard, Dwayne, who lunged to catch her multi-million dollar backside before it hit the floor in a faint.
Faces were fuzzy, then clear, like focusing a camera. How long had she been out? Quinn was positioned at her left elbow, her tears dropping onto her mother’s sparkly costume. “Mom! Mom! Wake up.” Her voice gained volume with every second. No seventeen year old kid should have to endure as much as Quinn had in the last year.
“I’m okay, Sweetie.” Goldy tried to sit but one of the paramedics asked her to wait. “Almost done, Ms. Burnside. Just let me finish checking your stats.”
Ha! She wasn’t a Burnside anymore. Just then, the crowd parted and the real Burnside burst through to kneel at her feet. “Nikki!” He used her real name. “What the fuck?” Burn was eloquent in any situation.
Looking worse than her, she wasn’t surprised. He’d always needed more coddling than anyone. “I got a shock from the microphone, but I’m fine.” She’d hold to the story that it was simply an accident and Burn would believe it. “I’m still on the floor to let the paramedics do their job, nothing more.”
Burn had been an unintentionally horrible husband – negligent and unfaithful but never malicious. And everything they’d been through in their marriage had been necessary to achieve this end result which she wouldn’t have traded for the world. Her career and her beloved Quinn meant everything.
“Give her room.” One of the paramedics waved his arms to part the crowd, while the other helped her to stand.
“Thanks for your concern.” she said. Being Goldy had been a sweet ride for a very long time and seeing their worried faces, she was reminded of how much her staff counted on her. For years, she’d signed their pay checks, put food on their tables, financed college for their kids and, knowing all that was going to end for them wasn’t a pleasant thought. But it was a necessary detour.
“Enough.” She waved away the paramedics. Goldy looked to the two bodyguards who rarely left her side. “Help me stand on this chair. I have an announcement to make.”