Stuck in the Stars

Stuck in the Stars

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Her life is ordinary, with a best friend to laugh with and a sister to tease at, Elise didn't mind that her dad was long gone and her mother is in the hospital with Parkinson's; she now lives in an apartment that can barely fit a bed and easel in, and a food allergy that can have her drop dead in an instant. His life is filled with luck, women, and the career that is once in a lifetime, he never gave a damn about anything that wasn't about him. Though he lived in the public's eye, he has secrets that the world haven't discovered... yet. When their lives crash together, they both see a whole new light on life, going on adventure that will lead them to the stars. If someone doesn't ruin it first. Based on absolutely nothing, authors J. & A. come up with a story that they wrote down and probably regret. (We already do.)
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