Book Blog Tour: The Cost of Fame by Shay Stone

If you subscribe to my newsletter, you know I’ve shared Shay Stone romances often. She just released the first book in her Fame seriesThe Rise to Fame, and now, the second book, The Cost of Fame, is available for preorder and set for release on September 19, 2018!

Since Shay and I are good friends, I’ve got an exclusive excerpt for you. Enjoy!

The Cost of Fame

Excerpt from The Cost of Fame

Copyright Shay Stone 2018©

*With the exception of brief quotations to be used in reviews or other noncommercial uses, no part of this excerpt can be used or reproduced.*

COLIN sat on the bedroom floor leaning against the wall with his knees bent rereading the last text messages. Great! Now she doesn’t even want to talk to me. He took another swig of the now half empty bottle of whiskey.

The events of the past few weeks kept replaying over and over in his mind like a bad movie. He remembered talking to Alex, ecstatic for her to come home so he could propose. Then he was at the bar with Erik meeting with the investors. After that, everything got fuzzy. How the hell did he end up in bed with Brittany? How could he have done this? 

A knock at the door interrupted his thoughts. With a groan, he shuffled down the stairs to answer it. If it was another goddamn reporter he’d take that camera and shove it right up his… “Erik.”

Erik waved his hand in front of his face smelling the booze on Colin’s breath. “Jesus man! You smell like my Uncle Jerry after one of his benders.” He took the bottle from Colin’s hand and inspected it. “Did you drink this whole thing?”  

“Not yet, but I’m working on it.” Colin snatched the bottle back from Erik and followed him into the kitchen. He scrubbed his hand over the back of his head. “It’s been a rough damn night. Did you find her?” 

“Yes… no… well, kind of,” Erik replied, opening cupboards hunting around the kitchen. “Don’t you have a coffee pot?” 

“Alex drinks tea or that fancy coffee. I usually run to the place around the corner to get us some in the morning. What does that mean, ‘kind of’?” 

“I know she went to the First Beverly Hotel. Then she ditched her car and left in a silver BMW.” He spotted some instant coffee and frowned shaking his head in disapproval.  

“A silver BMW? Who the hell drives a silver BMW?” 

“Don’t know. You tell me. Here drink this.” He handed Colin a bottle of coconut water he found in the refrigerator, but Colin waved it away. “Look, just give her some time. I’m sure she just needs a little space.” 

“I’m afraid to give her space. Being apart isn’t good. How can we get through this… how can I make her see how sorry I am if she won’t even talk to me?” He rubbed his eyes with his palms trying to focus his thoughts. “Erik, I don’t even know how this happened.” 

“You were pretty out of it that night.” 

“I was? I remember having one… maybe two drinks… that’s it.” 

“Well yeah, but then you started rollin’ with that Brittany girl and taking God knows what else…” 

“I did? Why the hell did I do that? And why can’t I remember? I don’t take drugs. I mean I’ve smoked a little pot here and there when I was younger but I’ve never…” 

“Hey, it was a crazy night,” Erik remarked leaning against the kitchen table. “Let’s not focus on that now. It’s done. It’s over with. I’ve got something I need to talk to you about, but I need you sober enough to listen.” 

“Is it about Alex?” 

“No, it’s not about Alex. Will you forget about Alex for two damn minutes? It’s a job offer. I got a call from Stefan Biseman. He wants you for his new biopic. He sent the script over this morning.” 

“Really?” Colin responded only half paying attention as he checked his phone again. Still nothing from Alex. Erik stole the phone from his hand and set it on the counter forcing Colin to listen.

“Did you hear me? BISE-MAN.” He pointed to his mouth exaggerating the enunciation. 

“Yeah, I heard you. I know who he is.” 

“Are you sure? Because you’re acting like you don’t.” 

“Yeah, fine I’ll read the script.” 

Erik rolled his eyes at Colin’s lack of enthusiasm. “One of the greatest directors of all time is asking for you by name and you couldn’t care less. Damn. I’m telling you that girl must have some kind of magic p#$sy.” 

“Hey, don’t talk about her like that,” Colin snapped with venom.   

Erik held his hands up in surrender. “Alright, I’m sorry. I’m just saying. You know how much money this could mean?” 

“I don’t give a s#%t about money.” 

“I know. Lucky for you, I do. You just won two awards. We need to strike while the iron’s hot! Think of it as a distraction to help get your mind off things.” 

“I said I’ll read it.” 

“Good. It’s phenomenal. You’re going to love it. Filming would start at the end of next month. But there’s a catch,” he hesitated knowing it could be a deal breaker. Colin looked at him expectantly. “You’d be filming in Yakutat, Alaska.” 

“Okay… so?” 

“It’s one of the most remote places on earth. No internet, cell reception… Nothing.” 

Colin shook his head. “No way. Not now. Not with everything going on. I mean, I hope Alex and I have worked everything out by then, but I can’t just leave. I need to be here with her. We’re going to need time.” 

“You’re killing me here. You know, that right? You don’t just turn down Biseman.” Aggravated, Erik pulled his ringing phone from his pocket and answered it. “This is Erik. What? Wait… are you sure? Alright, thanks.”

This was great. It couldn’t have been more perfect if he had planned it, which he had… well, part of it anyway. Colin stood glaring at him, waiting for him to divulge something. “That was one of my sources at The Shores in Santa Monica. He just saw Alex get into a car and leave the hotel… with Donovan Michaels.”

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About the Author

Shay Stone started her writing career after a car accident left her unable to read or look at a computer. Ironic, right? Many years, and hours of vision therapy later, and voila! She wrote her first book. She lives in Georgia with her four dogs and one cat, that thinks he is a dog. If you happen to be driving around Atlanta, there is a good chance you will see her dancing in her car and singing (poorly) to some 80’s tune. She has no shame.

Her passions include writing and traveling. She writes strong women with a bit of attitude, and flawed men that you can’t help but fall in love with to create that once in a lifetime love one page at a time. She has written two self-help books and also writes contemporary romance novels.

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