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๐ผ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐๐ข๐ฎ, ๐๐๐๐ก๐๐๐ค๐ค๐-๐๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ-๐ฉ๐ค-๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐๐ง๐จ ๐ง๐ค๐ข๐๐ฃ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฉ๐ฌ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ ๐จ๐๐ญ๐ฎ ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐๐ค๐ฃ๐๐๐ง๐ ๐ง๐ค๐๐ ๐จ๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐จ ๐ฅ๐ก๐ช๐จ-๐จ๐๐ฏ๐ ๐จ๐ค๐ช๐ก๐ข๐๐ฉ๐
โ๐๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐๐๐ฃ๐ฉ ๐๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ง๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐จ๐ช๐๐ฉ.โ
๐โ๐ฎ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ ๐โ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ช๐ณ๐ต๐ฉ.
๐๐ฉ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฆ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ฅ?
๐๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ขโ๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐โ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ต ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ.
๐๐ถ๐ต, ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ด๐ฐ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ด ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐บ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ด ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ค๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ.
๐๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ฏ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ?
โ๐๐ฎ ๐ก๐๐๐๐ก๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ง๐๐๐ข ๐๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐ช๐ฅ ๐๐ฃ ๐จ๐ฅ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ช๐ก๐๐ง ๐๐๐จ๐๐๐ค๐ฃโ
๐ก๐ข๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ค๐ข๐ฎ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ฃ๐ด๐ต๐ข๐ค๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข๐ค๐ฉ๐ช๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ฏ๐บ.
๐๐ฆโ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ด๐ต ๐ง๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ดโ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ง๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ง.
๐๐ฏ๐น๐ช๐ฆ๐ต๐บ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฆ๐ญ๐ง-๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฃ๐ต ๐ด๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ง๐ช๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ถ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ต,
๐๐ข๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ๐ข๐จ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ฆ๐ฎ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ข๐ค๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ง๐ถ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ?
๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง ๐๐๐ฉ๐๐ง ๐๐๐ฃ ๐ข๐๐๐ฃ ๐จ๐ค ๐ข๐๐ฃ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐จ.
๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐๐ฃ๐จ.
๐๐๐๐ฉ๐ ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐.
๐๐๐ก๐ก ๐๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ ๐ค๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐ค๐ข๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐จ ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฅ๐ฉ๐๐ค๐ฃ?
๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐ง๐ช๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐ ๐ง๐๐๐ก๐ก๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐?
๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฆ๐ฆ ๐๐ก๐๐ข๐ฅ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ผ๐ธ ๐ด ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ง๐ต๐ฎ๐ป ๐ญ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ผ ๐ฅ๐ผ๐ฐ๐ธ๐๐๐ฎ๐ฟ ๐ฅ๐ผ๐บ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ฒ๐, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ๐พ๐๐ฒ๐น ๐๐ผ ๐ง๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฆ๐ฆ
๐๐ต ๐ช๐ด ๐ด๐ต๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐จ๐ญ๐บ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ด 1-4 ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ข๐ฏ๐บ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ “๐๐๐๐๐๐” ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ด, ๐ฐ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ธ๐ช๐ด๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ’๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฃ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฅ!
We let go of our pastโฆ
Time suddenly stood still.
Fear. Hate. Anger. Hopelessness. Resentment.
Released.
The floodgates of possibility opened up.
And now, here we are, with our friends who are family, living our best life.
Together.
Itโs not just Zane and I who are timeless.
Itโs the people we care about too.
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Kaylene Winter wrote her first Rock Star Romance novel at age 15 starring a fictionalized version of herself, her friends and their gorgeous rocker boyfriends. After living her own rockstar life as a band manager, music promoter and mover and shaker in Seattle during the early 1990’s, Kaylene became a digital media legal strategist helping bring movies, television and music online. Throughout her busy career, Kaylene lost herself in romance novels across all genres inspiring her to realize her life-long dream to write creatively.
She lives in Seattle with her amazing husband and Siberian Husky. She loves to travel, throw dinner parties and support charitable causes supporting arts and animals.
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