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Thunderfire
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An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
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Thunderfire
ISBN 9781419920219
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Thunderfire Copyright © 2009 Lynne Connolly
Edited by Briana St. James.
Photography and cover art by Les Byerley.
Electronic book Publication January 2009
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T HUNDERFIRE
Lynne Connolly
Dedication
To all the ladies of the Soon To Be group—Donna, Jayelle, Judi, Angela and Maggie.
Onward and upward!
Trademarks Acknowledgement
The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the
following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:
Gibson Guitar : Gibson Guitar Corp
Harley Davidson: H-D Michigan, Inc.
Kawasaki Ninja: Kawasaki Jukogyo Kabushiki Kaisha Corporation
Madison Square Garden: Madison Square Garden
Mercedes-Benz: Daimlerchrysler Ag
Savoy Hotel: Regalton Hotel Management Corp
Stratocaster: Columbia Broadcasting System, Inc
Suzuki Hayabusa: Suzuki Motor Corporation
Author Note
In my salad days, I knew many rock bands. All of them were awesome and all
contributed a tiny piece of Chris, Jake, Ryan, Aidan and Corinne. I couldn’t have
written these books without a soundtrack, and the tracks have formed a backdrop to
my life. If you see an echo of Robert, Jimmy, James, Paul and many others, you’re
probably right.
Thunderfire
Chapter One
Ashley Westfall loved to stand in the audience to one side of the mosh pit. Out of
the way of the frantic bodysurfing and head-banging but close enough to feel the action
and be part of it. And rock concerts were her favorite spectator sport.
The sight excited and sickened her in equal measure. Pure Wildfire, “the hottest
rock band on the planet”, according to the media, was dynamite onstage. Ryan, the
vocalist, tore out the soul of the audience and then hurled it back, owning the
thousands of people gathered here in Wembley Stadium. Jake Keys, bass, and his
brother Chris on drums provided a heavy, steady thunder that rolled behind every
number and came to the forefront in a few inventive solos.
Then the two lead guitarists, Corinne Hawthorne and her husband, the legendary
Splinter, aka Aidan Hawthorne, astounded and rocked. Splinter played like a man
possessed and Corinne’s more precise, cutting-edge style complemented him
faultlessly, keeping his wilder excesses in check, framing his solos and extemporizing
her own.
Nobody knew when Corinne and Aidan would perform their “double guitar” solo
or even if, but tonight, halfway through “Lost In Space”, Splinter handed his
Stratocaster to a roadie and headed across the stage to stand behind Corinne and her
Gibson. His long-fingered hand controlled the individual notes and Corinne kept her
hand on the fret, reaching with her other hand to grab Splinter’s thigh while he palmed
her breast.
Ashley’s body heated under the influence of the music and the fantastic sight of two
people in love all but getting it on in front of several thousand people. When Corinne
was onstage she somehow became something different, a performer, someone Ashley
didn’t know, not the sister she’d grown up with. The glittering, sparkling notes
sounded pitch-perfect, even when Corinne bent the strings. Nobody knew how they
played as one person like this. The music press speculated wildly about it but Ashley
knew, though she wasn’t supposed to.
Telepathy.
Her knowledge came from a chance conversation she’d overheard one sultry
afternoon through the open windows of the studio where Corinne and Aidan were
practicing. It had taken Ashley a while to come to terms with the idea but she could see
it clearly now. Corinne and Splinter played like a single being in a way that crystallized
both their styles, their solo a distillation of some of the best guitar playing in rock.
Ashley had a gentle empathy, she could sense people’s moods without any
outward sign but she couldn’t do any more. Her twin Paige couldn’t even do that, so
their older sister Corinne had all the luck. It didn’t seem fair. Corinne had it all. Out of
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