title: Rock Chick Reckoning (Volume 6)
author:  Kristen Ashley 
description: Kristen Ashley grew up in Indiana, but has lived in Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least), but loopy is good when you want to write. Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multi-generational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland and existed amongst the strains of Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched). Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up. And as she keeps growing up, it keeps getting better.
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  Rock Chick Reckoning
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  Kristen Ashley
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
    
  
  
  
  
  
  Dedication
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  This book is dedicated to Rick Chew and Jim Gonzalez
  
  
  
  
  
  I love you. I miss you.
  
  
  
  
  
  I wish you were still right next door.
  
  
  
  
  
  Yahtzee!
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Chapter One
  
  
  
  
  
  No One Got in the Way of Me and My Band
  
  
  
  
  
  Stella
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  The phone rang.
  
  
  
  
  
  My eyes opened and I looked at the clock.
  
  
  
  
  
  Three thirty-seven.
  
  
  
  
  
  In the morning.
  
  
  
  
  
  I reached for the phone and said, “Hello?”
  
  
  
  
  
  I sounded awake and alert. This was because it wasn’t unusual for me to be up
  at an ungodly hour in the morning. Not only did I have loads of practice
  taking frantic phone calls in the hours before dawn but also I was lead singer
  and guitarist of a rock band. Most of the time, I was just stumbling through
  the door after a gig at an ungodly hour in the morning.
  
  
  
  
  
  “Stella?” It was Buzz, my bass player. He sounded messed up. 