Coming out is hard. Coming out in the public eye is even harder. People think they own a piece of you, your work, and your life, they feel they have the right to judge you. You lose not only friends but fans and ultimately, possibly, your career…or your life.
Cassie Summers is a Southern Rock Star; she came out so that she could feel true to herself. Her family including her band and those important to her support her but there are others that feel she betrayed them, they have revenge on their minds…
Karin Myers is a Rock Star in her own right; she is one of those new super promoters: Manager, go-to gal, agent, public relations expert, and hand-holder all in one. Her name is synonymous with getting someone recognized, promoted, and making money. She only handles particular clients though; she’s choosy…for some very specific reasons.
Meeting Cassie at a party there is a definite attraction. She does not however wish to represent her despite her excellent reputation. She fights it tooth and nail until she is contractually required to do so. In nearly costs them more than either of them anticipated…their lives.
Genre: FICTION / Romance / ContemporaryExcellent selling book
CHAPTER ONE
“One million dollars!” the voice screamed over the speakerphone in outrage. The woman listening sat back as it seemed to echo through the phone and around the room.
“You can pay me one million dollars or you can pay them. With me you will get value for your money and a return on the investment. With them your reputation is in tatters, you look like a schlump, and you lose contracts. I can turn this into millions of dollars of free publicity, advertising, and promotion that you can’t buy with mere dollars. People’s perception is everything as you well know.” She sounded cold. Cool and confident as well.
“But a million dollars?” the voice sounded resigned, and was that a whimper of defeat she heard?
Karin outwaited them and then heard a drawn-out sigh.
“Okay, what do I have to do?” was the next question.
“Sign my contracts and have them messengered over to my office. I’ll start work immediately. We will handle the press, you answer every one – and I do mean every one – of my phone calls, don’t talk to anyone else. Meanwhile, lie low, don’t call anyone but your children, and I will handle everything. Got that?”
A greatly cowed voice answered meekly, “Yes.”
“Good, I’ll look for those contracts then later,” she said coldly before pressing the button to hang up the call, giving them no chance to change their mind or reply.
