All My Love by Kelli Jean




“I’ve been lonely all my life… It’s a comfortable place for me to be.”

But it’s no longer a place Devon GianFranco wants to occupy. Not since he met the brilliant music journalist and editor of Screaming Beats Magazine, Michaela O’Flaherty.
He’s been hailed as the greatest guitarist of his generation—a rock god among legends. For more than a decade, he’s traveled the world and lived for sex, drugs, and rock ’n’ roll.
Michaela’s had a front row seat to all the goings-on in the music scene for a long time. She’s seen it all—the good, bad, and ugly. She knows Devon’s past like the back of her hand and isn’t impressed.
They both know the key to surviving in this industry is to keep what matters close to the soul, hidden from the spotlight.
All he wants is to be the man to unlock Michaela’s secret heart.
There’s just one problem.
She absolutely loathes him.


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Born and raised in Miami, Kelli Jean traded the tropical heat for the arctic. Now she deals with twenty-four hour daylight in the summer, zero sunlight in the winter, and believes the Northern Lights make up for the mind-boggling amount of ice and snow she has to put up with for seven months out of the year. She’s surrounded by mountains and ocean and sheep, and claims her bizarre sense of humor is what keeps her sane.
The insane don’t know they’re insane.
Kelli uses her imagination to create worlds she can escape to from the mundane tasks of everyday life, such as washing the damn dishes and vacuuming up Legos off the floor—and don’t get her started on the mad amount of cat hair on the end of the couch. She gave up on that a long time ago. When the household goes to sleep at night, she writes down everything that happened in her head while doing such tedious chores. But she enjoys living in her own head, so that’s pretty cool.
Technology terrifies her. She can barely turn on a computer, and was completely shocked when she’d actually written a book on one. To this day, she has no explanation for this baffling mystery. It took her three years to realize she can take screen shots of messages and pictures of bearded, tattooed men with her phone. Now that she’s mastered this task, her phone is slowly dying, and she’s nervous that she’s going to have to buy a new one and it will take her another three years to learn how to use it.

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