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My love for Callie Street was like a bad country song. Boy meets girl. Boy falls in love with girl. Girl belongs to another guy. Callie was never mine—she couldn’t be. She belonged to my brother. It was his ring on her finger. I hated him for that. Sometimes I hated her. With time, old flames eventually perish, leaving ashes in their wake. But the thing about ashes? If they catch fire, they’ll destroy anything in its path. One forbidden night, Callie and I gave in to temptation. We burned white-hot—an explosion that obliterated everything around us.
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I'm just a simple small town country girl, haunted by Alpha Men who talk in my head 24 hours a day. I knew I wanted to write when it became clear I couldn't be happy with just viewing other people's stories. I always wanted to rewrite them. Like why did Jack have to die? Why couldn't Rose move her butt over? Because that was a huge piece of wood she was on, people. Happy Endings should be fought for, but they should always happen. Mine might take some curves and twists, but they eventually get there. Having published over fifty stories, it always feels surreal that this is my life. Hitting USA Today had me crying for days, but nothing is more special than hearing from readers that they loved one of my books. Want to keep up with me? You can here: Newsletter Sign Up- https://www.jordanmarieromance.com/ne... Facebook- https://www.facebook.com/JordanMarieA... Instagram- https://www.instagram.com/jordan\_mari... Amazon- https://amzn.to/3ftdTS0
