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“ICON” the seventh excerpt from another Author G. D. Grace novel. (Release Date: TBD) *Adult Themes*

I am feeling a little generous with these excerpts. After reading this one, I felt it didn’t release too much of the plot, so I decided to share another one. Enjoy! ~GD

(Chapter 4)

She had met Felix on February 14th, 1997, and six months later, on the second friday of August she got some bad news from her private doctor. The reason she was nauseous all the time, and eating everything that wasn’t nailed down is because she was going to be a mother. She was two months pregnant, which meant that his sperm met her egg some time that July.

Pregnant!

How in the hell did she screw up (pun intended) and get pregnant? She was advised that the baby was scheduled to arrive on the 24th of November, 1997. After the doctor told her, all thoughts shifted into panic mode. She started trying to predict how each person would react upon hearing the news.

Her mother would be excited.

Robert King would rip her a new one.

Hubert Cole would raise holy hell and give Robert an F5 tongue lashing.

Felix would… Well, she didn’t particularly know how he would take the news.

For two long weeks she held onto to her delicate secret, until the last Friday of that month. It was around 7pm, and Felix started getting frisky. They hadn’t had sex for thirteen days, and he didn’t plan on making it fourteen. When he reached for one of her breasts, she quickly scooted away from him further down the long couch.

He wasn’t quite sure if she was serious or just playing hard to get. Because he knew how much she loved the dick, he decided that she was just being a tease. He decided he’d play along. He began scooting towards her, pausing every other scoot, until he was near enough to make another move. She stopped him again. This time it pissed him off, because his dick was harder than a steel pole.

“What the hell has gotten into you,” he asked in an irritated tone.

“Nothing! I’m just not in the mood to have you plowing inside me for hours. Why don’t you fly solo to that nut,” she snapped back, annoyed by his insensitivity.

He sat back on the couch, and looked at her disgusted. She had never turned him down. Something was wrong, and if he found out she was fucking someone else, he’d kill the guy, and beat her ass. He didn’t believe in sharing anything that belonged to him, not even a silent fart.

“Are fucking somebody else? If you are, you had better tell me right now, because if I find out on my own, I guarantee you it will get ugly,” he said in a menacing growl.

“Felix, I thought you knew me better than that! I’ve got too much class to be out fucking random men to get my rocks off! I cannot even believe you think I’m that kind of woman! What the hell do you think we’ve had for the last six months? I love you, damn, I thought you knew that,” she said in a hurt, broken, tone.

Inflections of sorrow from her sincere response echoed in his mind. It had been the first time he actually felt something in a while, and he wondered how it happened. He replayed all the steps over in his head, but still could not determine the precise point when his heart started to feel. Somehow, the broad managed to infiltrate the internal walls he had built around his heart.

How did he let it happen?

In the flurry of thoughts, there was one that superseded all others. It explained clearly why Traci was rejecting his sexual advances, and he hoped he was wrong. The mere thought of it being a reality shot a cold serge of fear through him, making him gasp aloud

She heard it too.

“Felix, what’s the matter?” she asked, concerned.

“Nothing!” he nervously responded.

“Did you need me to get you something to drink,” she asked, studying his aloof body language.

“No, I’ll be fine!” he told her, jumping up from the couch.

“Are you leaving?” she inquired, trying to detect why he was acting so jumpy.

“Uh, yea. I need to meet somebody to discuss some business and I’m late. I had almost forgotten,” he announced, walking towards the front door hastily.

Felix disappeared from her life and didn’t reappear until, November the 2nd, the night before she went into labor. She was relaxing in the living room, lounging on the white chase lounger that sit in front the massive grey bricked fireplace. By that time she had licked her wounds from the heartbreak, and was moving on with her life. The first few weeks after he left were extremely tough, because he had left without warning.

Eventually, she put two and two together and concluded that he must have figured it all out. That’s what the loud gasp was all about. It didn’t require a scientific mind to understand the proverbial equation of hit it and quit it — especially if it got pregnant. If it bothered her a lot in the beginning, it wasn’t then. She had more than enough means to raise the child she was carrying alone.

A little past nine that evening, weary from the hours infant kicking, she slipped into a deep sleep. Fifteen minutes into her slumber, she was abruptly awkened by the loud gothic chimes of the doorbell. Startled, she sat straight up, and sleepily glanced upward at the large, silver, diamond-shaped clock hanging above the fireplace. It was fifteen past nine, and since she had given the maid the evening off, she had to answer the door herself.

Shifting her weight, she used het arms to push herself up from the sitting position. Being pregnant had been one of the most uncomfortable experiences of her life, and she couldn’t wait to get that baby out of her. Once she balanced herself, she waddled over to the front door, aggravated by the interruption.

Instead of asking who it was, she twisted the knob, flung the door open, and found herself face to face with someone she thought she would never see or hear from again. She always used to rehearse what she would say to him if she ever ran into him again, but she forced herself to stop doing it, because she knew she would never get over him if she didn’t. In order to fully heal from the heartbreak, she had to let go all the way. It took just about all her strength to get him out of her system, and he had the audacity to show back up?

Without a smile, without uttering one word, she just stood there, motionless, and looked at him. What could he possibly have to say for himself? What could he say? What was there left to say? He had made his decision three months ago, when he vanished off the face of the earth. She had given him unconditional love; freely and deeply. There were places inside of her heart that she allowed him to see because she trusted him.

“I’d like to come inside,” he told her, leaning forward slightly.

She frowned, and glared at him without responding. Letting him come in was out of the question. There were too many promises she had made to herself as she recovered from and dealt with the agonizing pain of a broken heart. To love someone the way she loved him helped her write all the songs for the album she was about to start recording.

Two weeks after Felix left, she started humming the melody of another song she had in her head, still reeling from the heartache his leaving inflicted. It was during the time when she was rehearsing what to say if she ever ran into him again one day.
She gave it the title, “Face Me“.
“Right now
Gotta figure out tomorrow
Some how
Recoup what I let you borrow

In this state
We tend to see what we want to see
Fighting fate
Not knowing how we are to be

Giving in
That’s for fools
Giving in
Ignoring rules

Blessed be
Blessed me
Blessed be
I set you free

At this time you gotta
Face me
Right now you gotta
Face me
Stupid ass you gotta
Face me
Here I am you gotta
Face me .”

“No, Felix. Why don’t you take your ass back to wherever it is you were. I don’t need all that bullshit in my life. I get enough of it dealing with people in this fucking industry. I thought you were different, but you’re flaky like the rest of them,” she told him.

“You don’t mean that, girl,” he chuckled.

“Don’t fucking tell me what I don’t mean! I’m not one of those weak bitches you’re used to dealing with! You got some nerve showing up here after being gone for months! I don’t need your sorry ass, and neither does this baby!” she yelled, grabbing her stomach.

Looking both ways, he grabbed her and pushed her back inside the apartment, catching her off guard. He kicked the door shut with his foot.

“Take your damn hands off me! Get your ass outta my house, bastard! You don’t pay any of the bills in this motherfucker!” she screamed, throwing a vase towards him.

He ducked just in time and barely missed being struck.

“Bitch, you better be glad that didn’t hit me,” he screamed back.

He reached inside the inner pocket of his suit coat, and pulled out the gun he carried with him at all times. Once it was out, he pointed at her.

“You don’t know who you’re fucking with, bitch, I’ll blow your damn brains out,” he threatened, cocking the trigger.

She froze.

“Oh, my God!” she said, horrified by his actions.

“Give me a reason,” he said, creeping towards her slowly. When he reached her, he grabbed her from behind and pointed the gun barrel towards her nose.

“I’ll make you very ugly real quick, so listen closely. That baby you’re carrying is my baby. You will never get to raise it, and if you tell anybody, I’ll make you sorry you did. Now, I’ll be leaving, but you had better remember everything I said. It’s not a threat Ms. Starr, it’s a promise. Have a nice evening,” he said, as he left through the front door.

The following day, on the 3rd of November, she delivered a 6 lbs screaming little girl she named, Selena, but after delivery, she was informed that the baby had died. She never saw the body, which is why she believed that, Felix, kidnapped her. She never told anyone either, because she knew he had the power to follow through on the threat he had made.

Selena Williams was alive, and no one could tell her different. The year 1997 started and ended on a bad note. The only triumph had been the success of her first tour. Fans all around the globe had made her an ICON, but it only took two men to diminish the glow of that year. One was named Hubert Cole, and the other was simply called Felix.

Yes, 1997 was a very bad year.

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A Novel’s Call (reflections of a writer) GD **8/1/2012*

As I slip into this 1st day of August in the year of 2012, I am both reflective and optimistic, remembering forks in the road I’ve taken unintentionally.  The decision to move, this time, occurred quickly.  The prior locale, the one I spent a little bit more than four years at, had deeper roots, but the last one’s roots were shallow.  When I drift off to sleep and awaken , it is peaceful.  Quite, finally.  No loud, obnoxious, inconsiderate shouting matches between two people deeply immersed in a dysfunctional relationship are occurring here.

On this fourth morning, I find myself thinking about the release of this next novel.  “Daddy” & “ICON” seem to be vying for my attention, and it appears that it’s “ICON” that is speaking the loudest.  After a long day at work, it swiftly pulls me into it’s letters, sentences, paragraphs, pages & chapters.  It is insistent and requires me to be persistent.  It pushes me closer towards completion each encounter, as if it knows it’s own destiny.

Publication.

“ICON” is the very first one that has ever spoken to me, the only one that has ever been this demanding.

So, I press forward in to today, and know that, just like the last couple, it will be an extremely productive one.  I’m hoping destiny grants me the blessing of another day, another week, another month, and another year to see things through.  I feel in my heart that all the mistakes, bad decisions, and mediocre attempts I’ve made out of fear and a prior lack of self-confidence were part of the shaping of me.

All of us, as we age, are always being reshaped; either by that which we encounter, or by our internal desires to grow.

Living life vicariously, worshiping other talented spirits and their accomplished works isn’t part of my chemistry.  I admire them and am inspired by them.  They empower me to step out on faith to pursue my own.

Five self-published novels, and a blog talk radio show…

“ICON”, I hear you calling.

And these are the…

(reflections of a writer) GD

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“ICON” the sixth excerpt from another Author G. D. Grace novel. (Release Date: TBD)

One of the last few excerpts I’ll be sharing from “ICON”, and I apologize for some of the words used in reference to certain people in the book. They are purposely used in accordance with a specific character’s personality and emotional state, and not intended to offend. This novel gets a little spicy at times, but not too spicy. I really am enjoying writing song lyrics for the main characters, because it allows me to utilize a talent I hadn’t used in years. Oh, well, enjoy. I hope that, whatever creative endeavor you’re immersed in, yields you as much joy as “ICON” is yielding me. Happy writing. ~GD

“You have no idea what you’re saying. Hubert will crush you like an insignificant insect. He’s got more power than you can even fathom. You fucking owe me, Traci! Don’t you dare fuck me over. I’ve done a lot for you, and deserve more gratitude from you! I am always taking the heat for your immature, outlandish , behavior and I’m sick of it!” he shot back.

“That’s what you’re paid for, Mr. King. You were on the verge of loosing your job before you found me, did you forget?” she asked, sarcastically.

“Forget? How could I ever forget, especially with you constantly reminding me about it. You know something, Traci, the main reason you two don’t get along is because you’re just alike,” he told her, hitting below the belt.

“That’s a lie! I’m nothing like that tyrant. I couldn’t live with myself if I treated anyone the way he treats people,” she said, defensively.

“Right, Traci. Listen at yourself, you are no different. Look at how you treat me. You treat me like I’m a cotton picking slave instead of your manager. When I’m around you, I don’t even feel like a man,” he sneered.

“The way you let that tramp you call a wife demean you all the time is what’s emasculating you. Ivy barks orders at you like you’re her butler, not the hardworking husband who pays all the bill but, then, that’s all you are in her eyes. Someone who pays all the bills, and a pathetic looser she’s obligated to screw out of pity from time-to-time.” she said, vindictively.

“You take that shit back, Traci,” he demanded.

“The truth is a bitter pill to swallow, now isn’t it, Mr. Robert King ? Why don’t you tangle with someone on your own level, cabin boy,” she said, condescendingly.

“After all I made happen for you? You ungrateful bitch!” he sneered, fuming in anger.

“Hey, while you’re still on the clock, do one last favor for me. Tell your boss, Hubert Cole, to go fuck himself! ,” she said in a patronizing giggle, hanging up the phone afterwards.

Traci had finally crossed the line. She had spoken to him like crap for the final time. If he was going to loose it all, then so would she. He would work overtime to destroy the star he had created. He was done with being treated like louisiana trash, and vowed to ditch the nice guy image. It seemed as though in order to be treated with respect, he would have to be just as cold and cut throat as everyone else. That old adage, nice guys finished last, was straight truth. It took the harsh words of a mouthy superstar to awaken him from his rose-colored snooze.

“Thanks, bitch!” he said out loud.

“Did you say something, sir?” Jean asked from her desk, which sat just outside his office.

“Yes, I did. Jean, I need you to dig up as much dirt as you can on , Hubert’s boy, Charles Flintroy. I’m getting ready for war, and I need all the fire power I can get,” he told her, in one of the most sinister tones she had heard in awhile.

“I’ m on it, Robert,” she replied with overtones of curiosity. She couldn’t help wondering why he needed the information, but she loved drama, and would wait patiently.

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“ICON” the sixth excerpt from another Author G. D. Grace novel. (Release Date: TBD)

One of the last few excerpts I’ll be sharing from “ICON”, and I apologize for some of the words used in reference to certain people in the book.  They are purposely used in accordance with a specific character’s personality and emotional state, and not intended to offend.  This novel  gets a little spicy at times, but not too spicy.  I really am enjoying writing song lyrics for the main characters, because it allows me to utilize a talent I hadn’t  used in years.  Oh, well, enjoy.  I hope that, whatever creative endeavor you’re immersed in, yields you as much joy as “ICON” is yielding me.  Happy writing.  ~GD

“You have no idea what you’re saying. Hubert will crush you like an insignificant insect. He’s got more power than you can even fathom.  You fucking owe me, Traci! Don’t you dare fuck me over.  I’ve done a lot for you, and deserve more gratitude from you! I am always taking the heat for your immature, outlandish , behavior and I’m sick of it!” he shot back.

“That’s what you’re paid for, Mr. King. You were on the verge of loosing your job before you found me, did you forget?” she asked, sarcastically.

“Forget? How could I ever forget, especially with you constantly reminding me about it.  You know something, Traci, the main reason you two don’t get along is because you’re just alike,” he told her, hitting below the belt.

“That’s a lie! I’m nothing like that tyrant. I couldn’t live with myself if I treated anyone the way he treats people,” she said, defensively.

“Right, Traci.  Listen at yourself, you are no different. Look at how you treat me. You treat me like I’m a cotton picking slave instead of your manager. When I’m around you, I don’t even feel like a man,” he sneered.

“The way you let that tramp you call a wife demean you all the time is what’s emasculating you. Ivy barks orders at you like you’re her butler, not the hardworking  husband who pays all the bill but, then, that’s all you are in her eyes. Someone who pays all the bills,  and a pathetic looser she’s obligated to screw out of pity from time-to-time.” she said, vindictively.

“You take that shit back, Traci,” he demanded.

“The truth is a bitter pill to swallow, now isn’t it, Mr. Robert King ? Why don’t you tangle  with someone on your own level, cabin boy,” she said, condescendingly.

“After all I made happen for you? You ungrateful bitch!” he sneered, fuming  in anger.

“Hey, while you’re still on the clock, do one last favor for me. Tell  your boss, Hubert Cole, to go fuck himself! ,” she said in a patronizing giggle, hanging up the phone afterwards.

Traci had finally crossed the line. She had spoken to him like crap for the final time. If he was going to loose it all, then so would she.  He would work overtime to destroy the star he had created. He was done with being treated like louisiana trash, and vowed to ditch the nice guy image. It seemed as though in order to be treated with respect, he would have to be just as cold and cut throat as everyone else. That old adage, nice  guys finished last, was straight truth. It took the  harsh words of a mouthy superstar to awaken him from his rose-colored snooze.

“Thanks, bitch!” he said out loud.

“Did you say something, sir?” Jean asked from her desk, which sat just outside his office.

“Yes, I did. Jean, I need you to dig up as much dirt as you can on , Hubert’s boy, Charles Flintroy. I’m getting ready for war, and I need all the fire power I can get,” he told her, in one of the most sinister tones she had heard  in awhile.

“I’ m on it, Robert,” she replied with overtones of curiosity. She couldn’t help wondering  why he needed the information, but she loved drama, and would wait patiently.

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“ICON” the fifth excerpt from another Author G. D. Grace novel. (Release Date: TBD)

I guess I’m still feeling generous with the excerpts.  I hope you’re enjoying them.  ~GD

“So, you’re the sexy little siren that everyone is trying to slice?”  he asked, in a slow, deep, seductive drawl.

The sexy voice seemed out of place in the celebrity filled climate. It didn’t sound phony or rehearsed like all the rest, and It caused an instant spike in her curiosity.  It was a welcomed break. When she spun around to see who it belonged to, she found herself gazing up at this tall, brawn, delicious, dark-skinned, morsel of masculinity.  He was wearing a tailored suit that looked as if it was hugging every muscle on his body.

She slowly lowered her head, so she could purposely realign her eyes and give him subtle sexiness in a flirtatious glance. Meeting the handsome stranger suddenly made attending the industry event worth wild.  The possibility of a romantic evening filled with steamy hot intimacy had pushed all prior frustrations to the rear.  How could anyone stay in a funky mood after meeting somebody so fine? There’s no better release for stress than sex.

“Nobody gets a slice unless I give them permission,” she told him, licking both her lips afterwards.

“Oh, is that so?” he smirked,  as he inspected her head to toe with only his eyes.

Those calculated moves he made added mystery to the brass persona he arrogantly flaunted, and even though she could sense that slight hint of danger, she chose to ignore it.  Protective whispers from deep within her intuition, strongly suggested that she not move beyond the safety of introduction  but, rather than listen, she continued her descent  into uncharted territory.

“So, what is your title, and which record label are you rolling  with?” she inquired, deliberately, changing the subject. She needed to know a little more about him before she pulled down the panties.

As soon as she asked the question his whole demure changed, and she clearly saw how uncomfortable it had made him. Why, she did not know, but she was definitely going to ask.

“Questions. You do realize that  you might actually hear something that isn’t meant for you to hear. Why don’t you ask a more simple one; for example, something like what’s your name?” he suggested, in a more serious tone.

She shot him the evil-eye with a skeptical glance, and said,”Well, I suppose I could do that, but why did that question bother you so much? I don’t see what the big deal is. I mean really. Okay, what is your name?” she asked in a mocking tone.

He shook his head in amusement. For being such a big star, she was very down-to-earth. She was also naturally beautiful. The only make up she had on was, a light red shade of lipstick. Some women didn’t need any  make up to enhance there beauty, and she was certainly one of them.

He made a conscious decision not to disclose what his real occupation was, because he wasn’t quite sure if she was in the life. His identity was widely known throughout the entertainment industry.  Everyone on the drug circuit knew him by his first name. Nobody knew his last name, and he took special  precautions to make sure that no one did. In his line of work he quickly learned that, the less they  knew  about him the better. .

“Felix. The name is Felix and, since I already know who you are, let’s get straight to the point. I’d like to take you out to dinner, and the only answer I’ll accept is yes,” he said, with bold confidence.

“You are certainly sure of yourself, aren’t you, Felix? You know, It seems you asked and answered at the same time. It sounds  like I wasn’t  given a choice. Now what have you got to say for yourself?”  she inquired, flirtatiously.

“Oh, pardon me. I didn’t mean any harm, Ms, Starr. I really am a true gentleman. I’d be honored if you’d give me the opportunity to prove it to you,” he said, in more of gentle tone.

“Well, let me think about it for a second. Now, I should turn you down for coming at me the wrong way at first, but you did make up for it when you did it the second time; however,  you made me a tad uncomfortable they way reacted to a basic question.  That tells me I definitely need to proceed with caution dealing with you, Felix,” she said, following his eyes as he acknowledged quite a few people in passing.

If he wasn’t in the business, how come he knew so many people?

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“ICON” the fourth excerpt from another Author G. D. Grace novel. (Release Date: TBD)

Not sure how many more excerpts I’ll be sharing, but enjoy.  “ICON” has certainly stolen the attention away from “Daddy”.  It seems that all  stages of my literary adventure is teaching me something new.  During this one, a new phrase “creative summons”.  ~GD

After cutting through the thick sea of press, fans, and photographers, Traci made it safely inside The Huntington event center into another ocean of people, but many of them were peers in the industry. The Huntington Event Center was one of the world’s most exclusive venues, and wasn’t accessible to the every day commoners.  It was donated and  dedicated by T. K. Huntington, one of the richest business tycoons on the planet. His estimated worth was somewhere in the neighborhood of 50 billion dollars. T. K. became one of the most eligible bachelors in the world after loosing his wife, Shayla, to breast cancer late 1995.

There was this rumor that had been in circulation for years, about T. K. and Hubert.  Apparently T. K. Huntington despised Hubert Cole with a passion.  Supposedly, it didn’t start out that way . From what Traci  had been told, T. K. and Hubert used to be best friends. The two met years ago during their freshman year while attending an exclusive ivy-league college located on the east coast. She assumed it was either Yale or Harvard. The source never disclosed which one.

They remained close for several years after graduation, until Hubert ruined everything. Before things soured, T. K. asked Hubert to be best man at his wedding.  After he agreed, T. K. told Hubert that he was marrying,  Shaylan Whetherfort, his childhood sweetheart.  Hubert was elated, and quickly accepted the invitation.

The luxurious wedding went off without a hitch, and immediately following the lavish reception, the newlyweds jetted off to one of the most affluent countries in the world, Monaco.  T. K. had immersed himself in romantic bliss, so he didn’t see the looming darkness that awaited. As far as he was concerned, he had finally married the girl of his dreams, and  life was perfect.

At least he thought it was.

Betrayal.  A heinous act without moral boundaries, unlimited in possibility. Origin of the crime determines the severity of impact. From a stranger damage is minimal, but when initiated by the man you called friend, it takes part of your soul.

Shayla was forbidden fruit that Hubert had to bite.  He had never lain eyes on a woman so astonishingly  lovely an exotic before in all of his life.  Her smooth , even, mahogany skin-tone intrigued him, and that sweet pleasant fragrance she wore filled the immediate air around her and it was  intoxicating. Regardless of the brotherly friendship between he and T. K. Huntington, he had to take a bite.  Besides, he always considered friendship to be just another sacrifice you had to make to get what you wanted.

Surprisingly, the marriage did survive the infidelity; however, the friendship between he and Hubert did not. Over the years, and in spite of their personal differences, they would still enter business ventures together.

Avid readers and other creatives are probably the only ones whom truly understand the spirit of writer.  It’s almost like a spirit dictates to you relentlessly.  ~GD

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“ICON” the third excerpt from another Author G. D. Grace novel. (Release Date: TBD)

When she arrived, she saw that the glitzy event was in full effect. She instantly recognized several well-known celebrities walking the red carpet, making their way towards the Egyptian-themed entrance of the up-scale event center.  The music industry’s biggest award shows were held there, because it had one of the most expensive, top-notch, state of the art sound systems on the planet. It had a digital soundstage equipped with sophisticated special-effects gadgetries that many Hollywood studios used to make movies.

Hordes of animated stargazers were standing behind heavily-guarded bright yellow barriers, shouting and clapping excitedly. She remembered feeling overwhelmed by all of it the first time she attended a red-carpet event, but after awhile she got used to it.

Exiting the limo, she began her descent down the red carpet, pausing periodically to pose for  various members of the press. As unnerving as it was for her, she thoroughly understood  how media publicity trickled down to big bucks for the record company and the artist. This was why Hubert Cole made her attend.  Being on the front page of tabloid magazines would keep her public persona fresh, and nothing made fans hungrier than knowing personal details about their favorite star.

Something as simple as eating  a sandwich at a side-walk cafe was news to a fan. A Photograph of an entertainer doing routine things garnered big dollar, depending on what it was.  Lady Diana was one of the most photographed celebrities in history, until the day she perished in that horrific automobile accident. Her death was directly related to the paparazzi, because her driver was trying to ditch them.

Years after the horrific event, nothing changed. They even snapped pictures of the mangled wreckage and sold the pictures, which made  front page news. Even the funeral had mass media coverage, so the reality is what it is; as long as papers move off store shelves, nothing will change.  High profits is top priority for all businesses, and the lives of entertainers yields huge profits. Only a fool would interfere with something as reliable and lucrative as media coverage of the stars.

 

As “ICON” continues to pull me into it’s mystery, I write and watch what unfolds. This time around, I’m experiencing something I have never experienced before. This novel constantly calls me and doesn’t quit until I write.  ~GD

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