Rock of Ages

Rock of Ages

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I like to think that there will always be something, in somebody's life, that's holding them back. But what you have to decide is if you're gonna simply stare at it, or grab it and push it back by the horns. If you have a dream, don't wait around. Take it. Pursue it. Study it. And get goddamn good, at what you love. Because the person who loves you, doesn't want it any other way. ____ Savannah Casiano has lived her entire life this way, to the tee: Wake up. Go to school. Take care of sister. Take care of mom. And she's tired, my god is she tired. She's grown up in a place where the only escape ever available was through the sweet sound of rock n roll. She's owned it. It's practically hers. And she's never really thought about it, until someone pushes her to the limit. "No hard feelings?" he asks. My lips were set in a firm line. "None." He was gone; but something very raw, and very fiery had been replaced. I think I was going to start a band.
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My Girl

Cal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves. ***** "What are you thinking about?" she asks. "A song," I say. "A new song." I stare at the ocean as I sing the song that I wrote, something that comes from the darkest place of my heart. "Do you even know how gifted you are?" she whispers. "You're destined to be someone big, Cal." "Really?" "Yeah." ***** She's perfect in every way. Beautiful. Smart. Her bright future is right there in front of her eyes. While here I am. Ruined. No college, let alone a future. Just an image of a wannabe rockstar with tattoed arms and an old guitar. I knew that our story would be no less than that tragic Romeo and Juliet shit the moment I laid my eyes on her, but still, I can't resist her. The moment she whispers my name, "Cal," I lose all sanity. She becomes my melody, my lyrics, the song that keeps echoing in my ears. People call her Mia. I call her my Amy, her name crafted above my beating heart, tattoed on my skin. Amelia Davis is my girl. Mine. And only mine. ***** THE JACKSONS BOOK #1 © 2021 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)

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