Caught on Camera (Black Towers Book 1) by Lauren Hawkeye, Suzanne Rock Page A

door. “I almost forgot. You can meet us inside Diablo at eleven.”
    “Will they let me in?”
    Maria laughed. “Of course they’ll let you in. You’re Georgia Evans. You’ll be the life of the party!” Maria waved her hand in the air and left, closing the door behind her.
    Georgia took off her dressing robe and started putting on her street clothes. As seconds passed, she became more and more excited about the evening.
    Look out Hollywood. Georgia Evans is back.
    ***
    “Those daiquiris are good, aren’t they?” Maria asked over the loud, discotech music.
    “Yeah.” Surprisingly good. If Georgia didn’t know any better, she’d swear that they had alcohol in them. She had only been there for an hour, but she was already half-way through her goldfish-bowl-sized mocktail. With each sip, her anxiety started to melt away and she tapped her foot to the music. Perhaps it wasn’t the alcohol that had always loosened her up, but rather the act of drinking.
    “You should dance,” Maria said.
    “Maybe a little later.” Georgia replied as she poked her straw in the syrupy liquid. She used to be the first on the dance floor, but in that moment she preferred to watch. Maria was right—she’d had no problems getting into the club. Despite her long absence, the bouncer recognized her and let her in right away. It wasn’t until after she had entered the club that she realized that he had probably recognized her from the sex tape, and not any of the movies she’d done. It explained the lewd looks she had gotten from some of the people in line. Thankfully, no one approached her, however. She could deal with a few strange looks as long as people kept their distance.
    “Come on.” Maria tugged her hand. “Just one dance.” A new song started, a more recent song she didn’t know really well.
    “Come on!” Before Georgia knew it, she was dragged out onto the dance floor. Surrounded by gyrating bodies, Georgia could smell the sweat and feel the beat of the music. She started moving, slowly at first, then faster and faster as the tempo of the music increased.
    “That’s it—you go girl!” Maria and her other friends, all members of the crew, surrounded Georgia and she swayed back and forth to the music. Georgia laughed as she dipped and swayed, joining in the others in their revelry. The music penetrated her system, increasing in volume and tempo, gradually pushing out her fears and apprehension. Lights shone brightly down on her, and the bodies around her became a blur. Georgia closed her eyes as the music flowed through her, penetrating both her mind and body.
    One song lead to two, which lead to three. The crew-turned-friends swarmed around her, taking turns being her partner. Then, as the third song crescendoed, a loud voice rose up over the music.
    “Hey, is that Cole Anderson?”
    Georgia jerked her head around as the sea of people seemed to part before her. Yes, that was Cole.
    On one arm he had a redhead dressed in a purple scrap of fabric masquerading as a dress. On the other was a skinny blonde with massive breasts spilling out of a leather crop top. Georgia thought she recognized her from one of the reality shows she liked to watch.
    Georgia’s world, once a blur, snapped into focus as her stomach lurched.
    “Hey, over here,” one of the crew members called out to him. “Cole!” He started waving his hand in the air, and Maria pulled him back.
    “Andy.” She made a pointed glance at Georgia.
    “Oh.” Andy cleared his throat.
    But it was too late. Georgia stood transfixed as Cole’s green gaze swept through the crowd and landed on her. Surprise lit his features, followed quickly by something dark and predatory. Dropping his arms, he left the protesting women behind as he made his way through the crowd toward her.
    Shit. Georgia wanted to move, but found she couldn’t. As a new, slower song started up, the crowd around her pulled back, and within seconds Cole was next to her.
    “Don’t touch