Sardonic (Discontinued)

Sardonic (Discontinued)

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Jace Morgan is a talented young musician who refuses to share it with the world out of fear. She claims to have lost the last functioning piece of her withering soul years ago. It's her deepest, darkest secret- the secret of being completely empty within. The only thing that keeps her going is music- others, as well as her own. When an aspiring musician discovers her talents, will he unravel her secrets? Or decide she's too much only to toss her aside, like everyone else? Whether she likes it or not, Jace's got herself a shadow. A very famous shadow. Where he goes, the press goes. Only one question remains- how long can she keep herself under lock and key? © 2014 EncoreDeZiza
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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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