Holly's Song

Holly's Song

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"But you, you have something much more special: a voice. And things to say." Holly smiled softly. "Thanks, Mama." Holly Romlin is poor, living on the coast of California. Her single mother works her hardest to support them, but comes up short every month. No one knows of Holly's aspirations of becoming a professional singer, until a video of her is leaked across the Internet. Now, there's no turning back. Holly has to embrace who she is and work hard if she wants to survive. And if she meets her idol, Shawn Mendes, along the way? He might just be the person who saves her.
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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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