If You Have Hope

If You Have Hope

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Romance
Hope Grayson- just a normal YouTuber. Until a record producer finds her one day that is. Everything is perfect, well, almost. Her only problem? Hudson Bates. Hudson Bates- her extremely hot guitarist Well what's wrong with that? Maybe the fact that they hated each other. He was snarky and extremly arrogant. They may tear each other's heads off, but with hope, they'll make it through the paparazzi, the seeing eyes of the public, jealousy, and maybe find love on the way. Attention: This book has some innapropriate language, if you are uncomfortable with cursing, either ignore it or don't read it, it's that simple.
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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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