You'll Be Mine Tonight

You'll Be Mine Tonight

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Inspired by "You Instead" Coachella,Lollapalooza,T in the park.All of these have in common. Yes, Artists, Bands, Hot girls and fun.Its all there in one package.Or that's what Cole thought. Cole and his best friend Mike,on their way to "Good Vibes Festival",the very first music festival in their state.So they decided to pack it up and go there. What they didn't know, is that they will have to share a ride with three strangers that unexpectingly will turn out to be their good friends. Or lover. Hale is one of them.Pretty,cute wild and funny is what all guys are crazy for and Hale have all of them. Will Cole succeed to have Hale as his "Coachella love" girlfriend or "Lollapalooza rejected" by her?
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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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