A Musical Love Story

A Musical Love Story

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"I don't know what's happening. But, I do know that ever since I met you, you've turned me upside down. And I wouldn't want anything, but to always be by your side." Kris is a simple guy who just wants to get through high school and college so he can provide for his family. He meets a girl named Lisa. Another simple girl with a dream to be famous one day. She studies hard and plans to be a singer. She fixes his brokenness, while he fills her missing pieces. They have different aspirations and dreams. But, there is one thing connecting them to one another--Music. Will it join their hearts in melody? Or will they be singing in separate parts? Will music change their perspectives? Or will they continue with their paths?
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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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