Endless Summer Nights
Los Angeles in the 1980’s was the glamour capitol of the world. Awash with the faces of the rich and famous, it was the perfect place for me to start my modelling career. Then there was the Sunset Strip. Flooded with activity, the Sunset Strip was the decedent party of all things rock and roll, a cesspit of sex, drugs, alcohol and depravity. For my best friend Beth and I, that warm early August evening started out like any other night on the strip. The men were out in full force, promoting their bands or trolling for a casual hookup. With sex so easy to come by and monogamy a foreign concept, finding love was the last thing on my mind. Until I met him. Tall, blonde and savagely gorgeous, Johnny Cox caught my eye immediately. I was drawn to him like a moth to flame, craved his touch with a needy and raw clarity. I became addicted to him like he was a drug and I was using like I bled. Bound by desire, I let myself be consumed by him even though I knew it would weaken me and prayed ...