Roar: My Own Personal Tarzan

Roar: My Own Personal Tarzan

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Being in a plane crash wasn't on my bucket list but now I can write it on there just to cross it off. However, if I got the chance to do it all over again and not get on that plane, I would do everything the same. After all if I didn't do it then I wouldn't have gotten to meet my own personal Tarzan. I wouldn't have learned how to Roar. *** I'm really bad at summaries but please give my story a chance! I'll send you virtual cookies :D It was inspired by the video for Katy Perry's song Roar and that's kinda why I used a shot from the video as the cover.
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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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