Heart Song (The Erotic Rockstar Series)

Books in this Series

Phoenix Rockstar (Book One)

Heart Song (Book Two)

Chief’s Angel (Book Three)

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Coming Soon

Forsaken – Book Two in the Witness Series

Chief’s Angel – Book Three in the Rockstar/Biker Series

Blue Dragon –
Stand alone Erotica/romance.

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

For everyone who believed in me, who knew that I could do it even when I didn’t believe it. My family, friends, co-workers and everyone who said “You can do it.” Thank you.

For my husband’s patience and love, and for not hitting me over the head for all the hours I have spent working on my novels. For my gorgeous daughters who are the best children a
Mother could ask for.

For all my fans, for their encouragement and belief, for their kind words and amazing hearts. You all make this possible for me.

Huge thanks to all my helpful fans. To Carla Barillo, Leigh Parrish, Kirsten Perrot, Emma Barker, Adriana Noriega & Ryn Hughes for reading and giving me honest opinions on this before I put it out. You guys are amazing.

To my wonderful editor
Merriedth Province, who helped me out of the goodness of her beautiful heart.

HEART SONG

PROLOGUE

Give a little time to me, to burn this out,

We’ll play hide and seek, to turn this around,

All I really want is the taste that your lips allow,

My my, my my, give me love.

Stinging pain, I feel it radiating through my chest. Rain is covering my face and I feel my head thump down on the sidewalk. I can’t open my eyes, why can’t I open my eyes? I can hear Travis screaming, I can hear his pounding footsteps. I will myself to open my eyes, but I can’t fight the burning pain shooting through my shoulder and into my chest. I open my mouth, but not even a scream escapes.

“Stay
back or I’ll shoot her again.” Jeremy snarls.

“Please, don’t.” Travis pleads.

“Fucking stay back.”

I hear boots and finally my eyes crack open. Jeremy is standing over me, looking down at my face. I can see pain in his eyes, I can see all the pain he has held for so many years and guilt swarms me. I blink away the wet drops filling my eyes, the rain is heavier now. Jeremy steps over me, pointing the gun down at me. Travis
roars again but Jeremy spins around and points the gun at him again.

“One more fucking
step and her brains are on this sidewalk.”

Jeremy turns back
and kneels over me. I feel my eyes widen as he presses the gun to his temple.

“No…
” I croak.

“This is your fault, do you hear me? That was my sister, my lifeline and you took it away.
This is on you and I hope you see this for the rest of your pathetic life.”

I open my mouth to scream, but he pulls the trigger and my vision turns red from the blood that splatters over me. With a strangled scream, I pass out with Jeremy’s face in my mind and the guilt in my heart.

Paint splattered tear drops on my shirt,

Told you I would let them go….

CHAPTER ONE

“She is coming with me Caden, end of story.”

“Please
Mandy; I need to make this right.”

“You can see she doesn’t want that right now.”

I can hear my parents arguing, I am coming in and out of my haze. I am so full of painkillers after that horrible shooting. I lie in the hospital bed facing the wall while they prepare my transfer. My heart is broken; I feel nothing, nothing at all. I just want to escape; I need to run from this pain. I can’t take any more of it. I close my eyes and shudder at the memories in my mind, Travis and Annabelle, Chief and Jasmine…then Jeremy shooting me, and blowing his own brains out right on the side walk.

I open my eyes and swallow the bile back down, my mind cannot wrap around all of this. I can’t focus enough to deal with any of
it; I just need to get away. I need to be free, just for a while. Guilt swarms me over Jeremy’s death, he was so alone, so hurt by what happened that he ended his own life, after trying to take mine first. I will never get that image out of my mind, I will never forget seeing him hold that gun to his head and pull the trigger, just as my own world went black.

“Mischief!” Chief calls, but I don’t roll to look at him. He can’t get into the room.

“Please baby, please don’t go.”

I clamp my eyes shut, I am beyond tears now.
I have to do this; for my own sanity, I have to go.

“We are ready to leave now.” The nurse smiles, I don’t smile back.

She wheels my bed out the back door and I can hear Chief yelling, calling my name over and over again. I am being slid into the ambulance for transport, when I hear another voice. Travis.

“Mischief
!”

I cover my ears, I can’t bear it, I can’t bear
to see the pain in his eyes. I can’t bear to hear him beg me not to go. I have to go, this world is dangerous for me;
he
is dangerous for me.

“Please
talk to me, don’t go!” He yells.

I know he is behind the fencing and can’t get in.

“MISCHIEF PLEASE!”

I don’t look, I just keep my hands over my ears and my eyes clamped shut until the ambulance is on the road and driving me away from all the pain and darkness.

CHAPTER TWO

TWO YEARS LATER

“I don’t want you to go.” I whisper to my Mom, as she puts the last of her clothes in the suitcase.

“I have to find myself again
Violet; I can’t live like this anymore. Now Gran has passed and this house is selling, I have a reason to go for a while.”

“Where will I go?”

She sighs and hugs me, her fingers slide down my cheek to cup my chin. I peer into her dull, blue eyes; her lifeless eyes that haven’t smiled for two years.

“You are grown up now Violet, I can’t baby you forever. You have some of the money from the house
sale back home; you can make your own choices now.”

“I have no one here;
no family, and no friends.”

She gives me a weak smile and swipes the hair from my forehead away.

“You have family and friends, they just aren’t here.”

“You want me to go back?”
I say, shocked.

“I want you to let go, I want you to face the past. You have hidden for two years, you haven’t spoken to your
Father that entire time, or Travis.”

“They hurt me
.”

“That was two y
ears ago, you can’t run forever; it won’t help.”

I sigh. “I know
Momma, I know.”

“Go back, make peace, life is too short to live like this Violet…it is just too short.”

“I miss him.” I whisper.

“Caden?”

“Yes, I really miss him.”

“Then make it right, I beg you, make it right.”

I hug her again. “I want to know you are sure about what you are doing.”

She smiles. “I need to find myself
Violet; I lost it when…when….Demon did what he did. I need to find my happiness; I have always wanted to travel.”

“
Are you sure this is the right thing? Two years ago you would have never encouraged me to go back or just left me on my own.”

She nods. “You are grown now Violet; I can’t keep chasing you and making choices for you. If you want to go back and see Caden, go back, if you don’t, I can’t make you. I truly hope you do because I know that you need him in your life, even if you don’t realize that yourself right now.”

“Part of me knows you are right, I just wish I didn’t have to go without you.”

“It won’t be forever, but it’s time you found your own way.”

I nod swallowing. “I hope you find whatever it is you are looking for Mom, you deserve happiness as much as I do.”

“I hope so too,
Angel.”

We hug and I leave her to her packing. I walk back into my room and finish packing my own small bag. I have lived with my
Mom and Gran for two years now. I came to live with them when things went sour back home. In that time Gran got sick; Mom and I worked around the clock to care for her until she passed away three weeks ago. Now, Mom is packing up and travelling the world and I am left to confront my past. I know it’s time, I know I have to go home. I have to find a job, get a house and start living again and this isn’t the place to do it.

When I have loaded my Mother
onto the plane and kissed her a hundred times, I get into my car with my few tiny valuables, and I begin driving home. I don’t know what I will drive into; I don’t even know if Chief is there anymore. I don’t know how Travis is, I don’t know if he is with Annabelle or if he went back to New York. I just don’t know and that scares the hell out of me.

I drive a solid five hours before stopping at a gas station and refilling my car. I love and hate the stupid little buzz box. It is a 1987 VW beetle and can be more trouble than it’s worth, but it is all I have that is mine and I love it for that. When I have filled it and gotten myself a bag of potato chips, I get back in the car and finish the last stretch home. My heart begins to pound when I drive down the streets, I suddenly don’t know if this is something I can deal with.

When I pull up out front of Chief’s house, my heart nearly stops. It looks just the same, with Harley Davidsons pulled up out the front. I feel tears prick my eyes, and I swipe them away quickly. I have to face this, I have to put the past to bed before I can move on. At least that is what my Counselor said, and my Mom. I rub my face and take a few calming breaths, I have to do this, I have to do this.

I get out of the car and walk across the street, a
nd three things happen at once; Chief walks out of the house and sees me standing pitifully in his driveway, Jasmine walks out behind him and I take three steps back. A car screeches to a halt and I realize I have stepped back onto the road. My hand covers my heart as it thumps wildly, what is happening here? I am not ready for this, not ready at all. The driver of the car hurls abuse at me, and speeds past.

“Mischief, baby?” Chief croaks.

H
e is stepping down the front porch steps. His eyes are red; his hands are trembling slightly. Chief looks exactly the same as he did when I left; he is still rugged and handsome, with only a touch of grey hair in his dark locks. I take two steps back, realizing what I have put myself in. My hands tremble and I swallow over and over to try and soften up my dry throat.