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  Phoenix Rising Rock Band

  The Series

  Kathryn C. Kelly

  Phoenix Rising Rock Band Series

  Kathryn C. Kelly

  Copyright 2019 Kathryn C. Kelly

  Inferno original copyright (c) 2015 Kathryn Kelly

  Incendiary original copyright (c) 2015 Kathryn Kelly

  Scorched original copyright (c) 2016 Kathryn Kelly

  Inflame original copyright (c) 2017 Kathryn Kelly

  All Rights Reserved This book is a work of fiction. Any references to real events, real people, and real places are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the Author’s imagination and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, organizations or places is entirely coincidental. All rights are reserved. This book is intended for the purchaser of this e-book ONLY. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, graphic, electronic, or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, taping, or by any information storage retrieval system, without the express written permission of the Author. All songs, song titles and lyrics contained in this book are the property of the respective songwriters and copyright holders.

  Contents

  Phoenix Rising Rock Band

  Copyright

  Titles

  Dedication

  Inferno:

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty One

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Chapter Twenty Five

  Incendiary:

  Acknowledgments

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Playlist

  Scorched:

  Blurb

  Note

  Dedication

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Inflame:

  Acknowledgments

  Dedication

  Blurb

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Epilogue

  Playlist

  Connect with Kat

  Titles

  Inferno - Sloane Mason has one last chance with his band, Phoenix Rising. Another scandal and he's out. He's promised to behave, then he meets Georgiana McCall and his good intentions are shot to hell. Will he make a comeback or ruin his life?

  Incendiary - Sloane vows revenge for Georgie's betrayal. Everything is at stake in this conclusion to Inferno. Will he prevail in this high stakes game where the loser may really be the winner?

  Scorched - A short story that gives a bird's eye view into a night in Sloane Mason's life. Contrains spoilers from Inferno and Incendiary.

  Inflame - Kiln Mason, chief protection officer for the band, can't let go of his bitterness toward Sloane. Hatching a plot so he can finally move on with his life brings him face-to-face with Raine, a street girl mourning the loss of her brother. Their clash of personalities and strong wills are notorious. Can they ever find middle ground and reach their happily-ever-after?

  Dedication

  To my family. I love you very much.

  Inferno:

  Phoenix Rising Rock Band, Book I

  Inferno

  Copyright © 2015 by Kathryn Kelly

  Copyright © 2015 Cover Art by Crystal Cuffley

  Create Space ISBN 13: 978-1507723661

  Create Space ISBN 10: 1507723660

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Manufactured in the United States of America

  This is a work of fiction. The characters, incidents and dialogue in this book are of the author’s imagination and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events or persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

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  Inferno

  I’m a rocker with the eyes of the world on me. Waiting for my triumph or my downfall…just waiting.

  Most of my life is in my hands. My destiny? That’s another story. My destiny isn’t as debt free.

  My band, Phoenix Rising, arrives in Houston to cut a new album. Before we perform our first concert in the city and I choose my groupies of the night, I’m thrust into debauchery. Sleeping with a gorgeous woman twenty years older than me has its perks, especially when her husband orchestrated the encounter and eagerly watches. To me, performing is performing. If a man wants to share his wife, who am I to stop him?

  Unfortunately for me, I don’t make a clean getaway as I leave the McCall mansion. Georgie, their sixteen-year-old daughter, is in the midst of her own intrigue, sneaking home in the middle of the night after an evening of drugs and sex with
her older brother’s best friend. In her, I see me. She’s lost and drifting. Her hedonistic parents insist she’s old enough to make her own decisions. Instead of time and love, they give her money and things.

  I’m a twenty-five-year old international superstar and I know better. I’m cocky and arrogant. I know it so I own it. Somehow, I’ve always bested the fates. I have all to lose—my reputation, my career, and my freedom. Her mother’s jealousy forces my hand and I take Georgie on the tour.

  This is our story and our secret relationship and the destruction of my life. You know the adage about secrets?

  Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead. Wise words from a wise man. If only I had listened. Secrets have a way of revealing themselves in the harshest way.

  Dedication

  To Claire Richards, the best PA there is. I’m so glad you’re on my team.

  Table of contents

  Inferno

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty One

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Chapter Twenty Five

  Incendiary

  Prologue

  Georgie

  It’s been written, that, for the life of the flesh is in the blood…For it is the blood that makes atonement for the soul.

  The pain sliding across my belly represents the flesh, the blood, and the atonement. The weakness of my flesh, his flesh, the heat in my blood, has merged into the life I’m struggling to bear. I want this as an atonement. His, too, but I know it isn’t. Forgiveness for what I’ve done isn’t on the horizon.

  If I could make it right, I would. Except making it right means I wouldn’t be laboring to bring his child into the world. Confused, I shudder and cry out at another sharp ache, wanting this over with. After writhing in labor for over twenty hours, I don’t know how much longer I can continue. I’m not dilated fully yet, but neither the baby nor I are in distress, so suffering through it is my only option.

  How mistaken I was that I’d feel the agony only in my womb. It’s everywhere and it’s wearing me out. “I can’t do this anymore,” I complain, twisting at the cramping and the intense pressure spreading across my lower abdomen and back.

  From where she’s seated in a comfortable rocking chair, Grandma’s unyielding eyes narrow. “You’re not fully dilated yet, dear.”

  “Please,” I whisper. The wounded animal noises I’ve emitted for hours has hoarsened my voice. My pinned up hair is plastered to my head, long strands sticking to my face and cheeks. “Do something.”

  She snorts. If not for my predicament, I’d mark this date on the calendar in my official remembrance of Helen Sanderson’s low-browed sound. According to her, ladies are prim, proper, and elegant.

  “Grandma.”

  The entreaty in my tone earns me a pinched glare.

  “I’m not the one who did this to you. My assistance in this matter only gets you so far. I’ve done all that I can do.”

  She nods to my delivery suite, the best money can buy, courtesy of her. Soft lighting, wood furnishing, a gorgeous view of downtown Houston. Music plays as a method of relaxation for me when, in reality, it tears me in two. I’m not sure why she requested to have his songs included in my playlist. Then, I remember.

  She’s related to Mom. They’re both sadistic this way.

  Sloane’s voice lulls me, soothes me, and breaks me. But it’s always been that way between us. From my first encounter with him when my brother’s best friend snuck me into a party I shouldn’t have attended. Fake IDs, a little makeup, and a lot of money works wonders.

  “Court ordered DNA will prove he fathered your baby. Lock him away for years to come.”

  When Grandma discovered my pregnancy, it sounded as if she’d made some type of agreement with Sloane. He’d thrown at me that she’d find a boy my age to claim paternity.

  Double agony seizes me. Oddly, my emotional distress overshadows the physical torture. He lied to me. Again.

  Tears rush to my eyes. Despite our history, I don’t want Sloane labeled in horrible ways because of his relationship with me. “Emancipate me,” I croak out, wishing the idea had come to me months ago when a haze of drugs claimed all my reasoning to remove my craving for love and search for someone to matter to. “Let me take control of my own life.”

  “It doesn’t change your age, Georgiana,” Grandma scoffs.

  “I’ll do anything except give up my baby for adoption.” For weeks, she’s attempted to secure my agreement for a closed adoption. “Whatever else you want.” My pulse thumps more frantically now than the hours I’ve suffered through labor. “Just help Sloane. Please,” I add.

  Mouth pursed, she studies me. “You’ll never see him again?” she asks after a moment.

  “As if he’d want to see me,” I mutter, unable to stop the words. The pain of how he feels about me makes me dizzy. “He hates me.”

  “He never cared about you in the first place. He used you to make your mother jealous.”

  A sob escapes me. “That isn’t true!”

  “He had an affair with your mother,” she states coldly, a fact I already know. “He wanted more with her than she was willing to give, so he flaunted you in front of her. In the end, he rejected her and destroyed her.”

  Mom and I might not have anything else in common but Sloane’s rebuff. Images run rampant in my head of the two of them together and Sloane doing the things to her that he did to me. Nauseated, I dry heave. I haven’t had solid food in over a day. By the time I went into labor, it had been five or six hours since I’d eaten.

  “No more talk of emancipation,” Grandma says briskly. “You’ll be eighteen in a matter of months. It’ll take longer to finalize the legalities of freeing yourself from…” She waves a hand, her diamond tennis bracelet sparkling as much as the matching ring she’s wearing. Earrings, similar in style, are in her lobes. The straight strands of her silver hair are situated behind each ear. Money. Power. Ruthlessness. That’s Grandma. “You’ll do as I say to help your mother along.”

  Bitterness assails me. No one really cares about my life. This is all to appease Mom and avenge her bruised heart and ego. My nostrils flare. After allowing another contraction to slide through me, I glare. “If helping her along means giving up my baby, then I’m not doing it. Disown me.”

  Grandma clenches her jaw and huffs, tapping her fingers on the rocking chair’s wooden arm. Seeing I’m not backing down, she offers a terse nod and reiterates, “No more contact with Sloane.”

  Weak and exhausted, I capitulate even as I wonder what makes her think Sloane would accept a call or visit from me. Humiliation aside, he supposedly used me to get back at Mom. Yes, he and Mom slept together, but I don’t believe he ever cared for her as much as he did me. However, with Grandma’s unyielding stipulations on me, I better understand Sloane’s ability to walk away from me when Grandma demanded it. That still doesn’t explain her renewed determination to make him suffer.

  “Seeing you and Sloane together will only send Cassandra into another spiral.”

  “Mom has Dad,” I point out. “It shouldn’t matter.”

  “It does.”

  “Grandma—“

  “It’s your choice,” she interrupts. “His future, his career, is in your hands.”

  Sloane’s music is his life. If there’s any chance for his band to b
e saved, I have to take it. “Whatever you want. Just help him.”

  Satisfaction gleams in her eyes. I turn away, unable to bear it.

  The baby kicks as my uterus squeezes and contracts and another groan falls from my lips at the hard wave of suffering. I second-guess my decision for a natural childbirth. Once I deliver, I’ll never think about having another baby again, or having sex again, or falling in love again. Sloane’s it for me, no matter how easily I was replaced. I understand his actions. I do. My age, his secrets, and lifestyle doomed us from the beginning.

  Another pain hits me and I groan, tears slipping down my cheeks. Throughout it all, I wait for my hospital door to open, but it never does.

  I’m alone, except for Grandma to torture me, but without my baby’s father at my side. A small photo of him and me is tucked away in my wallet, a selfie I snapped when we were happy and free, secluded at his Denver mansion. It helps to forget his hatred of me. Not that I really blame him.

  I single-handedly ruined one of rock’s favorite sons and the baby inside of me is the proof.

  Chapter One

  Sloane

  Mesh shirts have never served me better on this hot, humid night of July in Houston. The heat’s one of the many things I dislike about the city. On the surface, it’s a banal disdain. Deep down, my aversion is personal and painful.

  “Smile, Sloane!”

  The girl’s voice catches my attention and I dutifully follow her directive as she presses her body against me. We’re standing beneath the outside lights of the mansion where I’ll repay some of my sins by recording our next album in the home studio. To appease me, someone planned this exclusive party, although it does little good to repair relationships. Maitland, Adam, Quint, and I are scattered in all directions of this monstrosity of a home, determined to stay out of each other’s paths. Kiln stands on a second-floor balcony, drink in hand, surveying the crush of people with infuriating coolness. A dickhead dictator with unwillingly leashed power.