Mia, the saint.
Kolton, the sinner.
Kolton Royce is a tatted, bad boy rock star at the top of his game.
Mia Phoenix is an overly responsible nineteen-year-old striving for stardom since losing her parents in a house fire.
When Mia ends up on Kolton’s team for the debut of the new nationwide singing competition, The Stage, she’s not sure if it’s her or her voice that he’s hellbent to control.
After he takes special interest in her welfare, they’ve been warned, any contact between them outside of filming is strictly forbidden.
He has other ideas.
She’s a phoenix rising from the ashes, the only one who understands the pain that lies beneath the persona. Though he’s not sure if he’s too bad for her, he can’t stay away.
All sinners have a past. All saints have a future. But, does being born in fire make the fissures weak in all the wrong places, or stronger than they’ve ever known?
Kolton, the sinner.
Kolton Royce is a tatted, bad boy rock star at the top of his game.
Mia Phoenix is an overly responsible nineteen-year-old striving for stardom since losing her parents in a house fire.
When Mia ends up on Kolton’s team for the debut of the new nationwide singing competition, The Stage, she’s not sure if it’s her or her voice that he’s hellbent to control.
After he takes special interest in her welfare, they’ve been warned, any contact between them outside of filming is strictly forbidden.
He has other ideas.
She’s a phoenix rising from the ashes, the only one who understands the pain that lies beneath the persona. Though he’s not sure if he’s too bad for her, he can’t stay away.
All sinners have a past. All saints have a future. But, does being born in fire make the fissures weak in all the wrong places, or stronger than they’ve ever known?
“Your name?” asked the woman from behind the Call Back check-in table for the new singing competition, The Stage.
“Phoenix. Mia Phoenix,” I answer with my heart pounding against my chest wall.
“ID, please,” she says, quickly, so I rummage through my bag. Nothing's in order since they made me dump everything out during their security check. I hand her my driver's license.
“Good name,” she notes idly as she glances at the card. “We can work with that. You're nineteen?”
“Yes.”
“So, tell me, what's your story?” she asked impatiently, her foot tapping rapidly under the table.
“Story?” I ask, genuinely confused.
“Yeah, you know, like what have you had to overcome in your life? What kind of hardships are you dealing with? What drives you as an artist? We're looking for contestants who have a story-for the ratings.”
“Tell 'em, Mia,” my eager and ever-frustrating best friend Kaya pipes in. I shake my head 'no' as she pulls on my sleeve.
“I just want to sing,” I tell Kaya. “I'm not going to capitalize on what happened just for a chance on this show.”
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