LIGHTS
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Ruby Vega hit the music charts at only 14, rising to fame and becoming one of the most influential teen celebrities on the red carpet today. But she isn't your typical love song singing sweetheart, in fact, she's far from that. She's rebellious, different, loud, and outspoken. She doesn't care what the tabloids say and she never will. She's infamous and she doesn't care. But when her mother decides she's too out of line, she sends her back to school for her senior year. Her mom thinks she can straighten her daughter out before she's off into the world again to be swallowed up by fame. But Ruby has never even been to school, she's been homeschooled her entire life, and suddenly she is thrown into a world of lies, secrets, love and most importantly, finding people who love her for who she is.
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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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