When The Storm Breaks ๐ŸŒŸ Now Live

๐ŸŒŸ โ„๐•†๐•‹ โ„•๐”ผ๐•Ž โ„๐”ผ๐•ƒ๐”ผ๐”ธ๐•Š๐”ผ & ๐”พ๐•€๐•๐”ผ๐”ธ๐•Ž๐”ธ๐• ๐ŸŒŸ

๐—ช๐—ต๐—ฒ๐—ป ๐˜๐—ต๐—ฒ ๐—ฆ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฟ๐—บ ๐—•๐—ฟ๐—ฒ๐—ฎ๐—ธ๐˜€, ๐—ฎ๐—ป ๐—ฒ๐—บ๐—ผ๐˜๐—ถ๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฎ๐—น, ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ด๐˜€๐˜๐˜† ๐—ฟ๐—ผ๐—บ๐—ฎ๐—ป๐˜๐—ถ๐—ฐ ๐˜€๐˜๐—ฎ๐—ป๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐—น๐—ผ๐—ป๐—ฒ ๐—ฏ๐˜† ๐—˜๐—บ๐—ฒ๐—ฟ๐˜† ๐—ฅ๐—ผ๐˜€๐—ฒ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—ถ๐˜€ ๐—Ÿ๐—œ๐—ฉ๐—˜!

#๐Ÿญ-๐—ฐ๐—น๐—ถ๐—ฐ๐—ธ ๐˜๐—ผ๐—ฑ๐—ฎ๐˜†!

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BOOK BLURB

๐Ž๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐จ๐ซ๐ฅ๐๐ฌ ๐ง๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ก๐š๐ฏ๐ž ๐œ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ข๐๐ž๐, ๐›๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ž๐ž๐ฆ๐ž๐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฉ๐š๐ญ๐ก๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐š๐ฅ๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐๐ž๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐œ๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฌ.

Brody McCallister was only supposed to be a means to an end. My golden ticket to get me closer to what I really neededโ€”a way to make peace with what Iโ€™d done when I was eighteen, dirt poor, and left to fend for myself.

I only had six weeks in the middle of a hectic world tour to do it.

So the last thing I needed was to fall for a cocky cowboy. A walking contradiction with a charming grin, a dirty mouth, and a gift for healing wild and broken things.

His life was in Texas.

Mine was on the road.

He guarded his privacy fiercely.

I was constantly hounded by paparazzi.

Everyone warned me it could never work, that ultimately Iโ€™d be forced to chooseโ€”my music career or him.

I didnโ€™t listen. I fell for him anyway.

Hook, line, and proverbial sinker.

But Brody was hiding secrets.

And when the storm finally broke, it destroyed everything in its wake … including us.

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๐ŸŒŸReview๐ŸŒŸ

Brody is everything you could want and more. He is a great brother, a loyal friend, a single father and a sexy rancher. His past has ensured that he doesnโ€™t allow many people close but those that breach his inner circle are lucky to be there.

Since she was a child Shiloh has known two things which are that music is an essential part of who she is and that when she falls in love it will be forever. She has received professional success beyond her expectations however when she decides to spend some time in Texas renting a cabin on Brodyโ€™s ranch respite is one part of the reason she is there.

Brody and Shilohโ€™s lifestyles couldnโ€™t be more different and anything between them will only end in pain however their hearts arenโ€™t listening. The romance between them has an expiry date and when that doesnโ€™t even include the secrets between them you know you are in for an emotional ride but hang on tight as that only makes the journey that much more fulfilling.

#1-click When the Stars Fall, Book one in the Lost Stars series of standalones!

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Emery Rose has been known to indulge in good red wine, strong coffee, and a healthy dose of sarcasm. When sheโ€™s not working on her latest project, you can find her binge-watching Netflix, trotting the globe in search of sunshine, or immersed in a good book. A former New Yorker, she currently resides in London with her two beautiful daughters.

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