Beautifully Broken (Punk Luke Hemmings)

Beautifully Broken (Punk Luke Hemmings)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Oct 28, 2014
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Romance
Meet Becca. Not a very social butterfly who likes things simple and uncomplicated. She goes to a concert and runs into a bad boy. Meet Luke. A bad boy who is covered with tattoos and just doesn't give a shit. He also goes to the concert and runs into Becca. Things go terrible and they don't like each other. Little did they both know that feelings would grow and become stronger. Jealousy becomes an issue. Tempers flare. Both of their lives they used to lead change in just a matter of time. Will they end up getting along? Could they make whatever they are work? Will it all be enough? Or will things crash down tearing them apart and leave them both heartbroken beyond repair?
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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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