I received the rights back to 15 or so books from a publisher last year and have set about polishing them up for a new lease of life. While I was looking at them, I decided to check out Inferno, which had been available on KU for a while.
I wrote this book in 2011 in a frenzy of creation which saw me doing up to 8000 words a day. This was back in the day where I had all the time in the world to write. Inferno is probably my most favourite book of mine, due to many reasons - its length, the plot, the love affair and hot lead character Dante.
When I read it, I decided it could do with an overhaul, as there were things I wanted to add and change. So Inferno became so much more than it started out. I added over 16k words and these were all in scenes between the MCs, so I could give greater insight into the characters, more analysis of their motives and much more interaction, both physical and mental.
One thing I took on board was reviewers noticing there was no POV from Dante. I didn't set out to omit this deliberately, but as I started writing it originally, it became clear I couldn't have a POV from Dante without a lot of hassle, because he was chief murder suspect. When I reworked the book, I considered putting in his POV this time. I even wrote a scene for inclusion, which you can read below. It soon became apparent to me that I still could not work a POV into the narrative, not least because it would make a book already running at 108k insanely long.
However, it had been my attention after finishing the book 10 years ago to write a sequel to it. Now that I am immersed in the story and the characters once again, I'm feeling that this is something I could achieve at some point. The book would feature Dante's POV and open him up a little more for readers.
If you've enjoyed reading Inferno, I hope you like this glimpse into Dante in the deleted scene below. If you haven't read it, it may contain some spoilers.
INFERNO: DELETED SCENE
Dante unlocked the door and pushed it
open. He toed off his shoes on the mat and stepped into the hall. From there he
had a clear view into the living room and the kitchen beyond.
It looked like he had been burgled.
With his jaw set, he walked around the
ground floor, taking in the mess, before climbing the stairs. In the bedroom,
every drawer stood open with things spilling out. The wardrobe doors were ajar,
clothes wrenched from their hangers and lying on the floor. Even his bed had
been tampered with. The sex toys were gone of course.
Dante ripped the covers from his bed with
a growl, because he couldn’t sleep in it now a load of cops had had their dirty
fingers on it. He threw the covers into the laundry hamper and sank down onto
the bare mattress.
Detective
fucking Stewart. He could bet he had made this mess all
on his own. After all, he was the half of the crime-fighting duo with the
hard-on for Dante, not Detective Keaton. Dante’s pulse beat hard in his throat.
He sat with fists clenched. God, he would love to get his hands on Detective
Stewart. Rip that suit from his body and see if he was still so uptight when he
was naked. He laughed to himself. Yeah, he would be. Dante knew the type. So
fucking afraid to peep out of the closet. He was queer all right, his obvious
interest told Dante that. What he didn’t get, was why Detective Stewart’s
interest had warped into this vendetta against him.
Held in a police cell all night, for fuck’s
sake. Did the guy believe him when he said he was innocent? Did he fuck.
He tried some deep breaths to calm himself
as his therapist had suggested. Everything was all mindfulness and meditation
with her. He understood the stuff was evidence-based and actually worked, but
imagining the bed under his ass and the carpet under his feet rather than his
hands around Detective Stewart’s throat was really hard. He tried to do it
nonetheless, listening to the birdsong outside and the distant hum of the
traffic, but his mind refused to be drawn away from Detective Stewart.
Tall and lean, with a body made for sin.
Dark hair that was cut short but fell into his eyes. Those blue-green eyes were
mesmerizing. When he’d first stepped into his office, Dante had been astounded
at the vision of loveliness the guy presented. As soon as the guy opened his
mouth, Dante loathed him. Just what was his fucking problem?
His mind drifted to what he would like to
do to Detective Stewart, apart from making him clean his fucking house up,
obviously. God, he’d like to make him really sorry. The more he thought about
that, the harder his cock grew, until he unfastened his belt and wrenched his
button open. Tugging down the zipper relieved the pressure on his aching erection.
He pulled his dick free of his underwear and ran his palm up his aching shaft.
Gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, he worked himself fast and hard. The
image he had in his mind was Detective Stewart face down on the desk in his
office, spread-eagled while Dante taught him a lesson. Naked as the day he was
born and sliding about on the polished wood as Dante fucked him to within an
inch of his life.
He came with a groan, catching his semen
in his hand so as not to make even more mess in the bedroom.
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