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Who would be crazy enough to take a movie star home to meet her family?
The Mystery Girl, that's who.
Jocelyn is the Mystery Girl the paparazzi are hunting, and she's ready for a break from the chase, but is a weekend at home a good idea if Riley is coming along? Throwing his well-mannered personality into the fray with her off-beat, fiercely protective family could spell disaster. She's praying her sisters keep their opinions to themselves and her brothers do Riley no bodily harm. Mostly, she's praying someone thinks to remove her wedding portrait from the stairway wall.
Riley wormed his way into Jocelyn's weekend plans with hopes of winning over her family. Little does he know he'll make some challenging family discoveries of his own. A long-asked question will finally be answered, only to bring more questions to the surface.
Who can help Riley face the family, forgive the past, and find a new perspective?
The Mystery Girl. That's who.
~ IN THE WRITE ZONE ~
THE MYSTERY GIRL PLAYLIST
Listening to music puts me in the
WRITE ZONE.
This is a small sampling
of the songs that got me there
while I was writing
The Mystery Girl.
~ RILEY'S SONG FOR JOSS ~
CAN YOU IMAGINE HIS MELODY?
"He didn't write some random song and then dedicate it
to you. He actually wrote a song about you--he went all Taylor Swift on you--minus the bitter breakup verse, of course."
My mind’s been full of reasons I’ve spent my life believing
Were good enough to justify the life that I’ve been leading.
Until I found my toes against a line I couldn’t think of crossing,
And I realized I’d become the very lies the public’s hawking.
I’ve known placing trust in people was a truly stupid move.
Blindly letting people closer made me even more removed.
The lurkers in the shadows and the leering opportunists,
I abandoned to the rumor mill, left the gossipers unproved.
When I’d decided carrying on was no longer worth the fight
She fell straight to me from heaven, full of hope. Full of light.
I knew I’d know her when I saw her, and when I saw her, I knew.
Now the challenge is to get her to see herself the way I do.
She says she’s ruins, she’s wreckage. That she’s not right for me.
I have to find a way to make her see what I can see.
When it comes to love, she only knows the unconditional kind.
She’s my mystery. She eludes me. She’s always on my mind.
She’s the half that I’ve been missing, my half so lost I couldn’t find.
She’s the only one who makes me feel entire, whole, defined.
I can’t help but watch her hands when she doesn’t have a clue.
Her hands hold grace, strength, love. For me, they hold what’s true.
She’s known grief, all-consuming. It left her weary, but not broken.
I’ll fill the hollows of her heart, soothe pain she leaves unspoken.
We’ll ditch the crowds, we’ll steal away, and talk about forever.
Where the camera lens can’t cheapen what we are together.
When I’d decided carrying on was no longer worth the fight
She fell straight to me from heaven, full of hope. Full of light.
I knew I’d know her when I saw her, and when I saw her, I knew.
Now the challenge is to get her to see our future the way I do.
She says she’s ruins. She’s wreckage. That she’s not right for me.
I have to find a way to make her see what we can be.
When it comes to love, she only knows the unconditional kind.
She’s my mystery. She eludes me. And she’s always on my mind.
I’ll fight the tides when rough. I’ll rush the rapids to protect her.
Eternity won’t be long enough. When she goes, I’m going after.
She doesn’t see how she empowers. She plays down all my flaws.
Loving her is brilliant. She makes me feel I have a cause.
She does her thinking in the shower. She’s got rules she follows.
She sees others’ pain and kindly eases sorrows.
She’s strong. She prays and knows the Lord will hear her.
She has faith. The very faith I’m finding with her.
When I’d decided carrying on was no longer worth the fight
She fell straight to me from heaven, full of hope. Full of light.
I knew I’d know her when I saw her, and when I saw her, I knew.
Now the challenge is to get her to see eternity the way I do.
She says she’s ruins, she’s wreckage. That she’s not right for me.
I’m gonna spend my life proving she’s exactly what I need.
When it comes to love, she only knows the unconditional kind.
She’s my mystery. She eludes me. She’ll be always on my mind.