Rockstar Serenade: The Chorus

Rockstar Serenade: The Chorus

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This book takes us back to five years after The Verse, where Kailey is now the lead singer of Flame Alyconia, a post hardcore band skyrocketing to fame. Trevor, although being the lead guitarist of his own band Irony Affairs, is full of frustrations. Same pursued dreams, but different paths taken. Meeting old friends who share the same line of career is inevitable for the famous rockstars. Trevor develops a feeling of immense rivalry towards Kailey's band, but as he chases for their fame, he realizes that he is chasing something else. What could one expect when their roads cross once more, when a dark secret from the past is lurking just around the corner? Will there be a second chance for love? Note: * This book contains mature language and sexual content (in the later chapters). You have been warned. Rockstar Serenade Trilogy Book 2: The Chorus © All Rights Reserved cover by @eecA_V
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