Limelight

A FAME-OBSESSED LOS ANGELES POPSTAR MUST CONFESS TO A DARK SECRET FROM HIS PAST-A SECRET SO TERRIBLE IT COULD DESTROY EVERYTHING HE'S WORKED FOR-IF HE IS TO SAVE THE LIVES OF HIS LOVED ONES. Chris Flowers, one of the most famous and beloved popstars in the world, wants nothing more than to keep playing shows and creating art for his dear fans. Nearly finished with an album, and only days from playing a major show, Chris receives a fateful phone call threatening to expose a dark secret of his past that could ruin him. The sinister voice demands Chris to "Confess" or else... When the lives of loved ones from Chris's past-the very people he left behind to pursue stardom-become involved, Chris must decide how important his career truly is for him-and if he's willing to sacrifice lives for it.

Early Praise for Limelight

"A compelling and intriguing peak into the underbelly of the music industry and the price paid for fame and immortality. The pages fly at the end as betrayal, secrets, and revenge are exposed! "-C.S. Dodds, author of Fractured

"A pacy, confident debut novel - we'll see more of Joshua Crosson!" -Judith Cutler, author of Murder the Boys

"An intriguing debut novel from a promising writer. A fascinating account of the evils of obsessing about fame. Well written, if unlikeable, characters kept me reading till the satisfying end."- Valerie Keogh, author of The Lodger

"Crosson grabs you from the very first chapter in this raw-and oftentimes tragic-exploration of one man's struggle for meaning beyond his fame. Throughout its various twists and revelations, LIMELIGHT will keep you hooked until its explosive end."-Nicole Hackett, author of The Perfect Ones
Excerpt
The voice had the abnormal deepness of someone using a voice changer.
Chris was momentarily chilled by the malicious sound of the voice, but that quickly changed into outrage. "Excuse me? Who's this?"
Out of his periphery he felt Andrea glancing from her cell to him, mild concern disturbing her cool affect.
"Don't worry about that," the voice said. There was a patience and a dark confidence to the voice that Chris didn't like. It was like the voice was in control, not Chris. "I know what you did," the voice said. "Five years ago."
That was when Chris truly felt out of control, for the first time since his addiction years. He was lost for words. An icy chill ran down his back. This voice-whoever it was-was claiming to know things no one should know.
"Who are you?" Chris asked yet again, trying to keep his cool.
The voice said, "You will confess, Chris. I promise you I'll make you confess to what you did..."