Edri Ekmekçiu

Some hearts never stop singing the same song.
Audrey doesn’t believe in fairytales—especially not the kind where a long-lost pen pal grows up to become a rockstar... and forgets her.

Years later, she’s grounded, thriving in a promising career, and guarding a heart that’s learned not to hope. But when fate throws Drew—now a global sensation and the ghost of her teenage years—back into her life as her new neighbor, everything she thought she'd buried begins to rise.

He’s still magnetic. Still infuriating.
Still the boy who used to call her after every show.

And he remembers everything.

What begins as a cautious reconnection spirals into a slow-burning storm of music, memories, and feelings they never quite had the courage to explore. But Drew’s past is darker than she imagined, and Audrey’s walls are higher than ever.

Can a rockstar with a broken rhythm and a girl who learned to dance alone find harmony again?

Or is it all just… make believe?

This book comes with original songs for a dual experience. Drew has a voice, so hear him sing. 
Every song mentioned in the book is now live on Spotify, Apple music and every streaming platform.
Go listen to The Disciples - The Ghost of Yesterday 

Warnings
-The story has mature contents, language, addiction.

Make-believe with my Rockstar

I was still deep in sleep when I felt it — her breath ghosting over my stomach, that mouth I knew better than my own thoughts pressing heat into my skin. 


My hand moved before my brain did, fingers reaching under the covers, threading through her hair. But the second her lips parted, her tongue sliding warm and slow on my morning wood, I knew this wasn’t a dream. 


“Fuck, baby...” It came out low, broken. Like I hadn’t used my voice in days. “You trying to kill me?” 


I look at her under the covers, between my thighs, still trying to wrap my mind around it. 


But she didn’t stop. Didn’t even pause. Her hand wrapped around the base, firm and sure, keeping me exactly where she wanted as her mouth slid down — deliberate, hot, slow. My hips jerked, helpless, every nerve lighting up like fire. Her tongue swirled as she took more, dragging a guttural sound out of my chest. 


Chapter 38