65 parts Complete MatureCal Jackson's new life as a rockstar fails to account for one thing: the existence of the girl he loves.
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"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."
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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.
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THE JACKSONS BOOK #1
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(Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content and explicit language)
