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“You remember the other night, in the bus, when you were telling me about how the whole world comes alive when you’re up on that stage? Well, this is my stage.” On the third stop of a nationwide stadium tour designed to skyrocket Blaze and her band into superstardom, the unthinkable happens. The guard posted outside of her dressing room vanishes without a trace, and in his place, a bloodstained knife pins a single, chilling note. You’ve been warned. In the aftermath of the incident, Blaze’s management team faces a difficult decision. The guard’s body was never found, and no one has any idea who could be behind it—or what message they’re trying to send. Ignoring it entirely and risking the lives of everyone associated isn’t an option, but neither is going to the police and jeopardizing the entire tour over what could be nothing more than a hoax. Backed into a corner, they choose a third option. They make a call to the wilds of Montana, where Ham has been dealing with her own incident—one that still lingers at the front of her mind as she reluctantly boards a flight, immersing herself in the chaos of life on the road. A new city and venue every night. A constant battle to ensure Blaze’s safety while she’s onstage. An unrelenting search for answers about what really happened outside that dressing room. Was it a cruel prank? Or something far more sinister? Most importantly, is one of the tens of thousands of screaming fans packed in tight every night responsible? Or are they merely a diversion for someone else waiting to make their move…
Author
I originally hail from the midwest, growing up in the heart of farm country, and still consider it, along with West Tennessee, my co-home. Between the two, I have a firm belief that football is the greatest of all past-times, sweet tea is really the only acceptable beverage for any occasion, there is not an event on earth that either gym shorts or boots can't be worn to, and that Dairy Queen is the best restaurant on the planet. Further, southern accents are a highly likeable feature on most everybody, English bulldogs sit atop the critter hierarchy, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with a Saturday night spent catfishing at the lake. Since leaving the midwest I've been to college in New England, grad school in the Rockies, and lived in over a dozen different cities ranging from DC to Honolulu along the way. Each and every one of these experiences has shaped who I am at this point, a fact I hope is expressed in my writing. I have developed enormous affinity for locales and people of every size and shape, and even if I never figure out a way to properly convey them on paper, I am very much grateful for their presence in my life. To sum it up, I asked a very good friend recently how they would describe me for something like this. Their response: "Plagued by realism and trained by experiences/education to be a pessimist, you somehow remain above all else an active dreamer." While I can't say those are the exact words I would choose, I can't say they're wrong. I travel, live in different places, try new foods, meet all kinds of different people, and above all else stay curious to a fault. Here's hoping it continues to provide us all with some pretty good stories...
