New Orleans Love

New Orleans Love

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Romance
Jayden is very shy and insecure about herself and she thinks that nobody can or will love her for who she is and so one of Jayden's favorite singers is this R&B male famous singer from New Orleans, Louisiana named Isaiah Cunningham ......what if she actually gets to meet her favorite R&B singer Isaiah Cunningham in real life will he be able to love her for who she is and not worry about the paparazzi and try to live a normal life with Jayden and not let money, or fame get to him and still care about Jayden and love her for who she is? Or will Isaiah Cunningham let the money and fame get to him and mess around and lose the most important thing to him in his life Jayden his first love?
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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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