Publisher's Synopsis
Hot sex meets cold-blooded murder in 45 Pounds of Flesh, where compulsive love leads an aspiring screenwriter to bring a twisted script to life in a crime reminiscent of the murder mystery of the century. Damon was born of rape; a bastard whose adoptive father hanged himself after learning he'd been duped. Damon falls into obsessive love with Kammy, a nursing student who'd rather be an actress. She had the allure of his Brigitte Bardot bedroom poster, but proved more elusive. Sadly, la petite mort orgasms, and Damon's dreams of making her a star in an imagined screenplay he'd soon write, weren't enough for barely-legal Kammy, who drifts back into secretive rendezvous with J.R., a millionaire more than twice her age, who'd promised her an easier path to glamour-after he leaves his beauty queen wife. But one rare, snowy evening, Damon's fight for Kammy ends with a miracle conception, and soon they marry, forever free to pursue their shared dream. Damon works construction and writes by night while Kammy fills out acting-school applications-when she isn't changing diapers. But Damon's scripts aren't selling, and one disillusioned girl's night out, he discovers her with J.R. again. Saved from la douleur exquise and suicide by the movie version of Presumed Innocent, Damon one-ups Scott Turow to write his own blockbuster revenge script, brilliantly framing J.R. for the brutal murder of the man's pint-sized, pageant princess daughter. Damon might even cash in on his screenplay-until a new question of paternity arises.
