Ballads of Blood & Dust

Frankie's only escape from her day-to-day hell is screaming her lungs out in dive bars two towns over. With a bass slung across her chest and her band behind her, she pours every ounce of rage, frustration, and pain into their hardcore metal sets. It's the only time she feels real-when the crowd is loud and no one can hear her mother's voice in her head.
She doesn't know someone's been listening.
Boone is a cowboy vampire with a past soaked in blood and a voice that once lit up the Western frontier with his ballads. But music died for him long ago-until he hears her. Frankie's sound is raw, guttural, alive. It drags something human back to the surface, something he thought he buried decades ago.
He's not sure if he wants to protect her... or taste her.
Their worlds were never meant to touch. But the stage has a way of pulling the dead back to life.

This story is still under work currently. Cover photo will change eventually 🙌