Behind The Music: Broken Strings

Behind The Music: Broken Strings

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Emily thought walking away from Bailey Zimmerman would set her free. Instead, it left her haunted by memories of late-night confessions, reckless kisses, and a love too dangerous to keep but too powerful to forget. When a new job places her on tour with country superstar Morgan Wallen, Emily finally sees a chance to start fresh. Morgan is charming, steady, and everything Bailey wasn't-safe. His attention makes her laugh again, makes her believe she could move on. But Bailey never really left. His texts, his songs, his voice still echo in the cracks of her heart. And the more she tries to let go, the more he pulls her back. Caught between a man who promises her stability and the one who makes her burn, Emily finds herself spiraling into a dangerous triangle of passion, heartbreak, and impossible choices. Because some loves don't die when you walk away. Some loves only grow louder.
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SEQUEL TO "Rodeo For One Night" Jamie and Morgan are giving this relationship thing a chance. True love will conquer all, right? Maybe? Hopefully... *** I ran a hand through my hair and let out an angry sigh. Guilt instantly struck me. "Morgan," I said, my voice soft as I looked over at him. Morgan kept his eyes on the road as he shook his head. "You told me to shut up and drive. So that's what I'm doing," he grumbled. "I'm sorry for caring about you." "I didn't mean to snap like that," I practically whispered. I moved to reach over and place a hand on Morgan's bicep. He leaned away and kept his eyes on the road. "Do. Not. Touch. Me." Morgan's voice was stern.

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