Disclaimer-I do not own the show Castle, its characters or any locals mentioned on the show. Cool Heat is my own creation based off the characters from the show Castle and the books Heat Wave, and Naked Heat.
A/N- I also want to thank Morethanamuse-MTAM for being my Beta on this story. Thank you!
This is going to be a long one folks, but they updates will take what feels like forever, I am in the middle of reading the Nikki Heat books, so I need to finish them before I get too far into the story. So please bear with me, and let me know what you think of the Prologue.
Cool Heat
By Tanas Bartowski
Prologue
Kate's Book
This copy was Kate Beckett's, and only hers, he intended for it to be that way. When Richard Castle handed her the advanced copy of his new book, 'Cool Heat' before a single soul of the general public she was thrilled, as she always was. After all she was one of his biggest fans, even though she unsuccessfully tried to hide it from the author. The fact that she was his inspiration flattered her beyond measure of human existence. That was something that she could never show him, even if she wished to. After all it came to writing, he was the Lion and she was the Lamb; he would devour her, consume her.
In fact, he already did consume her. When she read Nikki Heat, there was no doubt that this woman was her, at least in the eyes of Richard Castle: Novelist extraordinaire. Kate always thought it was strange however; Nikki was more like a novelized version of a daughter, a daughter born between herself and Castle. The very concept of having a child with that man made her chuckle to herself. Thank you, Agent Shaw for putting such an idea in my head, in the first place. The longer she worked with him the more he surprised her, astonished her. He was a fool yes, but what a fool! A lie would always escape her lips if anyone asked her if Jameson Rook, the Celebrity reporter, and Detective Nikki Heat were anything like herself and the novelist who penned it. Her mind however betrayed her as she often thought about the scenes together where Heat and Rook gave in to their passions.
She peeled back the cover, eyeing the dedication, To my Continuous Insperation, his dedication was shorter than usual, but it was always nice to see him thank her for having to deal with him being such a nuisance on a daily basis. This book was grander than the last; longer at least. It would take her several days to read it from cover to cover, but she didn't care, this was her book and no one would stop her from savoring every last page of juicy material. Her fingers graced the pages, taking great care to turn each page, to make sure she didn't miss a single word.
Finally she reached the first chapter.