NOLA's Own Series 1-3 Box Set

Over the Hills and Far Away

Kenna MacGregor was raised to believe that music is the language of the soul. That life is a song, pulsing with beats and rhythms, harmonizing the inner spirit with the energy of the universe. In a fated moment, she discovers the one person whose music reaches deep into her being, speaking to her in ways no one else ever could.
He is the dominating, larger-than-life, in-your-face Phil Deveraux. He's the lead singer of her favorite band; her adolescent fantasy.
She is just a face in the crowd. A face that Phil is destined to see, and would never forget.
Lips touch, igniting an inferno-hot passion, melting two souls together in ways neither could foresee. Time stands still for these two, while life relentlessly moves forward for them both.


No Quarter

Kenna
“All of his pain, I was always the cause of it. Even if indirectly. All roads led to Kenna, I supposed.”
My Madman brings me to life—but it comes at a price. I’m the one who faces his demons when they decide to crawl out of the hell inside his head.
One thing is certain: it’s not my forgiveness that is needed. Phil must forgive himself before there’s chance for us. I’m afraid he won’t be able to. What will I have then?
Without him, I’m just existing.


Phil
"Looking back now, I think I wanted to scare her a little, wanted to see if she'd run screaming from the demons in me."
My Baby Girl owns me. Always has, always will. My heart beats for her, my soul is only half without her. Then The Madman surfaces and rips into her. My demons are threatening to rip us apart.
I'm going to lose her, lose my only dream, the only future I'll accept.
How do I fix this? She speaks of forgiveness. Deep down, I'm afraid I'm too weak to find it.
Kenna is strong enough to walk away from us. She’s giving me No Quarter.


The Song Remains the Same

Phil
“Kenna stood strong, taking my grief into herself. In that moment, if the world had truly threatened to fall, I had no doubt my Baby Girl would hold it up.”
A pillar of strength, Kenna only grows stronger as time passes. I’ve known from the beginning that I was the weak link between us. Always, she’s risen above and beyond the darkness of the unknown that threatens to suck me down. This time…I’ll have to crawl out of that darkness on my own.

Kenna
“What we have—the kind of love we share—comes at a price. The universe demands it. It’s not free, and it shouldn’t be.”
So many souls make up the fabric of the music. Thousands upon thousands of years, millions of eyes and ears, hands and hearts have seen, heard, created and felt it. There’s only one who sings to me, and in the face of the unknown, I watch him lose the language of the soul. The pain and loss for Phil is so great, I have no way to bring the symphony back into his being, as he has done for me so many times.
Within me for now, for always…The Song Remains the Same.