Love Listening

Love Listening

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Carly Avenue lives her life in the spotlight. Flashing cameras, screaming fans and late nights are a regular for her. Her dream is to perform, to bring smiles to peoples faces, to sing. Her life is a blurr of lights, sounds and tastes. The blazig lights on stage or the constant flash of a camera. The hammering sounds of the beat rumbling through her aching bones is all she knows, it is her. The exploding taste of fame as her fans scream her name and her face is printed in every magazine in the world. Her heart is the song. The song is her heart. But can that heart be shared? When she comes aface to face with something that was not in her contract, something unexpected, something not even her dreams could create. When she comes face to face with a choice...what will she choose?
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*Completed* "I just want to know why." I say as I turn over, trying to find his figure through the dark of my room. "Why what?" He asks. "Why you're being so nice to me." I say quietly, vulnerability seeping into my words. "How we even became friends." He sighs, "I want to know how." I scrunch my brow. "How what?" His response is soft, the opposite of his sarcastic personality. "How you don't see it." ******* Reagan Holt was about as average as a high school student could be. She didn't play any sports, didn't participate in the popular activities, and wasn't the girl all the boys chased after. All except one boy. He wrote her a letter every week. Each letter described something new for him to love about her. Whether it was how beautiful her laugh was or how his heart swelled with every smile she gave, he never failed to write how he felt. So the two should be together, right? That's the way Reagan wants it, but there's just one problem. He signs his letters "Love, Anonymous." Now add an obnoxious, conceited, sex god into the equation and you get a teenage girl confused on who really loves her. The sweet, tender written anonymous lover, or the cocky, ignorant asshole? -REVIEWS- "You create such wonderful characters and I can't wait to see what happens next!" VampireSa5m41993 "Thank you for wonderful dogs and little brothers and eccentrically hormonal best friends!" -Nat-Attack "I am totally hooked on this book!" nbazinet "I love the way the story flows and that you have really roundabout characters. It's as if they're real while I'm reading!" life_is_beautiful115 "Your work is literally art." lemonsun123 "Every time I read this book it just makes me smile." Nicooole97 Cover by: -winterr

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