The Green Room
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Last published Tue, Apr 22, 2025
Green Room is a raw and magnetic coming-of-age romance about love that hits like a storm-unpredictable, consuming, and impossible to forget.
When Maddie agrees to drive her best friend to a show, she doesn't expect to crash-literally and emotionally-into Jack, a tattooed, sarcastic mystery who seems to understand her in ways no one else ever has. She's still reeling from the fallout of a situationship with Noah, the emotionally unavailable lead singer who left her bruised and questioning everything she thought she wanted. But Jack is different. Or at least, he feels different.
Set against the backdrop of sticky bar venues, late-night tour buses, and a soundtrack of punk-rock chaos, Green Room is a story of reckless kisses, late-night confessions, and the dizzying rush of letting yourself fall even when you know the ground isn't steady.
This novel is for anyone who's ever chased something messy, beautiful, and all-consuming. For anyone who's loved someone who couldn't love them back-and dared to try again anyway.
Because some people don't come into your life to stay. They come in to change everything.
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