Duane Wayne and Ronette Fisher are crazy in love and running for their lives in this explosive, action-packed debut novel from Byron DeMolina! Yes, it's love at first sight for these two wild, sex-mad young hotties when they meet poolside at Hotel Paradiso, but is it a love that's meant to last? Will they even live long enough to find out?

Life can get dangerous for a young beauty who makes a living off her looks. Ronette went through hell shortly before she met Duane, and she discovered a world of evil darker than she could ever have imagined. She knows she needs to do something to stop the evil so that other girls don't go through the horrors she did. Duane vows to help her in any way he can.

Will they escape Los Angeles alive, or are the threats they're facing from a crew of low-life street hoods, established mobsters, an angry millionaire, and the backers of a rising political star prove deadly?

By turns sexy, raunchy, funny, sweetly romantic, hyper-violent, and horrifying, Always On Fire! is a thrill ride with heart and soul. You'll fall in love with deeply flawed, oh so human Duane and Ronette as they fall in love with each other.

"I had no idea my life was about to take a radical turn that would lead me on a quest for vengeance of such astonishing violence that I still sometimes can't believe I did it. No, all I knew was that the most beautiful girl I had ever seen came strutting across the patio of Hotel Paradiso toward me like a vision out of a wet dream. She was a natural beauty, the sort of girl my grandpa liked to call a classic blonde bombshell with dangerous curves.

I sat chillin' poolside in my red Speedo and mirrored aviator shades on a blue recliner on the palm tree-lined patio beneath crystal clear blue skies, an off-duty gigolo with the afternoon to myself."

"They sent a long black limo for me," Ronette said. "I felt so cool, Duane. I'm embarrassed to admit it, but it's true. I felt so cool walking out of my building and getting into the back of that limo. The driver held the door for me and called me ma'am and showed me where the minibar was. He told me to help myself to anything. I thought, how cool is this? I'm riding in a limo to go meet with a movie financier who wants me to model for his artist friend. Little ol' me who was working checkout at the Kroger in nowheresville, Indiana just a year ago and look at me now. It was like a dream, Duane, the most beautiful dream you could ever imagine. I mixed myself a rum and Coke, took three sips, and that's all I remember of the limo ride. Out cold."

"I admired Ronette. She was so tough. I admired how she'd moved off on her own so young and was navigating through a life in Los Angeles far different than her childhood in small-town Indiana could possibly have prepared her for. She was courageous and self-sufficient. I guess you could throw the words reckless and foolhardy into the mix, too, but those almost always go along with courageous.

I'd never been through anything like that ordeal she described to me. While I walked from Tartarus Court up Kathartirio Lane back to Hotel Paradiso, I thought about the worst night I'd experienced as a hustler. My ordeal was nowhere near as horrible as what she'd been through, but maybe it would have been just as bad or worse if I hadn't listened to my intuition and gotten out of there. I wasn't bullshitting Ronette in the slightest when I told her that I'm a fairly tough guy who knows martial arts. I've got skills. I'm much stronger than I look, and I've always got the element of surprise on my side because I'm a skinny little welterweight with pretty-boy looks who no one expects to be a fighter at all."