Here’s an excerpt from my Totally 5 Star novel. I’ve offered an ebook as a prize for the TRS Spookapalooza party. Enjoy…
The King of Infierno – Excerpt
Makayla flicked through the Canal+ channels trying to find something interesting in English to watch. She surreptitiously observed Donovan. He seemed restless and hadn’t settled down since they’d returned to their suite. She’d made up her mind that if he left again that evening, she was going to follow him. It would be a little difficult, getting out of the suite undetected, but the fact that he wouldn’t be expecting to be followed would be on her side. It meant that he wouldn’t be looking out for her. She’d changed into flats in readiness and hoped fervently that wherever he planned to go, he would go on foot. She didn’t know how to say ‘follow that cab’ in Spanish.
Donovan walked into the bedroom and emerged a couple of minutes later, texting. He had a small bag with him.
“I have to go out for a while, baby. I’m sorry.” He walked toward her then kissed her, plunging his tongue into her mouth and slanting his lips across hers. He grabbed her ass and massaged the cheeks hard, grinding his pelvis into her. “I won’t be long,” he promised.
Makayla forced herself to wait until she knew that Donovan would be in the elevator. Then she raced out after him, punching the button for the service lift. She tapped her foot impatiently until the lift reached the lobby. She stepped out cautiously and was relieved to see Donovan striding toward the lobby doors. She followed him, keeping at a safe distance. She needn’t have worried, however, since he was striding with singular purpose, paying no attention to anything around him and definitely not bothering to look behind himself. The street signs indicated that he was heading in the direction of Chueca. Not unusual. Chueca had many bars and clubs. If he was actually meeting for business, it wouldn’t be an odd place to convene, particularly given that Donovan’s associates were mostly in the same line of work—clubs.
She kept a discreet distance and eventually they emerged in Chueca, the narrow streets, robust nightlife and fetish shops signifying the barrio’s specialty.
Donovan stopped outside a nondescript entranceway, checked his watch then opened the door and stepped through.
Makayla crept closer, keeping flush against the wall and waiting a few minutes until she was confident that Donovan wouldn’t be coming back out any time soon. She walked away from the wall and stared up at an unremarkable sign above the entrance. It was odd in its lack of showiness—‘Infierno’, lettered in simple red cursive.
“Infierno,” she whispered. “Hell.”
Makayla paced outside the entrance for some minutes, working up the courage to go in. She wasn’t sure what to expect and it scared the life out of her. She gave herself a mental pep talk then strode with purpose through the door.
The dim interior was ominous, and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust. There was a heavy beat of music coming from somewhere within the bowels of the building. A stairwell led directly down to another level. She walked gingerly down the steps and over to a young man standing guard behind a desk. He wore black leather pants and what looked like a spiked, dog collar around his neck. His lean bare chest was tanned and oiled and his short, dark hair gelled into severe points.
He looked her up and down approvingly, his gaze settling on her breasts. She shifted uncomfortably and cleared her throat.
He collected himself and met her eyes. “Puedo ayudarle? Este club es solo para los miembros,” he said in rapid Spanish.
Makayla wrung her hands in confusion, suddenly feeling out of her depth, her gaze alighting on a thick black curtain directly behind the man. Was he telling her that she couldn’t enter?
He looked her up and down again. “Habla ingles?”
She understood enough to recognize that question. “Yes,” she said, relief coloring her voice.
“Can I help you?” He spoke in hesitant, heavily accented English. “This club is members only.”
“Oh, I was looking for someone.” She said slowly and clearly. “Donovan King.”
The man arched his eyebrows in surprise. “El Rey?”
Makayla frowned in confusion.
“The King,” he elaborated. “The King of Infierno.”