From NYT & USA Today bestselling author comes a new Bleeding Stars stand-alone novel…
She is his strength and he is her weakness. And this time he won’t let her go.
Edie Evans is gorgeous.
She’s also the definition of off-limits.
But that didn’t stop me from sneaking into her room to comfort her at night.
But guys like me? We destroy everything, so it should have been no surprise when I destroyed us, too.
The night I sent her running, I thought I’d never see her again.
Until I saw her standing like a vision in the crowd.
Austin Stone is dangerous.
He broke my heart and I refused to give him the chance to do it again.
It’s been years since I’ve seen him, and now I can’t do anything but stare at the gorgeous, tattooed man playing onstage. I should run. I know I should. But like a fool, I run straight back to him.
Our desire is overpowering.
Our need unrelenting.
She is my hope.
He is my weakness.
We should have known a passion this intense would burn us right into the ground.
It really isn’t fair. Just when I thought I’d FINALLY narrowed it down to Where Lightning Strikes as my ultimate favorite A.L. Jackson book, she goes ahead and releases Wait. How could this author just so completely undo me with her every word? How does she just keep getting better and better with each book she releases? How, how, how… It’s a wondrous mystery that I hope to never solve. I’ve surrendered, totally given myself over to any and every story she has graced us with and to those that have yet to be written. In my eyes, this author can do no wrong as she has proven time and time and time again that her stories are derived from something so much deeper than just another book release. The stories and the characters that live in each one of them come to mean something. Everything. Wait was exactly that. Austin and Edie’s story touched me in ways that I still can’t quite comprehend. This… This was EVERYTHING and so, so much more. Second chance romances are my kryptonite and Wait proved to be the one to finally wholly debilitate me. Edie and Austin’s story is so precious to me, one that I will continue to go back to time and again.
This book defined the saying, “all the best things come to those who wait.” This was the major theme that just made all of the anguish, the heart ache, and the constant barrage of tears so worth it. There were many moments in this book that just broke me in half. Finding one half of me lost amongst the guilt and the despair that both Edie and Austin drowned in while the other half of me fought to crawl out of that abyss led by this unrelenting hope and strength that both Austin and Edie gave to one another; the very same that freed me from the heavy chains that seemed to imprison me during much of this book. I felt strangely attuned to every push and pull of emotion that spun around them. I gravitated towards every piece of their story. I succumbed so truly and deeply it almost seemed like I played an active part to their story because I found this commonality to my own experiences that bound me, that threaded this connection to that of Austin and Edie’s. All of this bravado that I started out with completely shattered, finding myself instead gulping for breath through the tears. Wait triggered both the most painful and joyous memories and those tears? God, they were so liberating! I just loved every part of this book. This to me is proof that words hold such immense power. But Ms. Jackson’s words? They command, they grip you, they transcend you.
I’ll be honest, I was wracked with nerves when I found out that the next book to this series would be Austin Stone’s. I didn’t know how the author would link his story to those that came before. I kept picturing this lanky, jittery boy in a hoodie who didn’t quite belong with the band. An outsider that I felt sorry for, yet I never found myself drawn to him. He had quite the big brother to measure up to after all. I was weary, probably the most I’ve ever been when compared to her other books. But my God was I ever wrong. The way in which A.L. Jackson weaved Austin’s story amongst the books that came before was exquisite. I loved that it took on the same theme and had the same intense emotional feel to it without losing its own uniqueness. I am in awe how in sync all of the books are in this series yet each of them somehow elicit a different set of emotions. Each distinctively their own. Again, I ask you, A.L. Jackson… How do you do it? Austin reminds me so much of Jared from A.L.’s Closer To You series—he too was this beautifully broken boy that made me fall so hard for him. His transformation so profound. I was ga-ga over this guy. I swooned and I swooned over and over again. Ugh, he is just so freakin’ amazing.
This epic love story between Edie and Austin was just so effin’ sweet my heart couldn’t take it. A love that was meant to be. The kind written in the stars. The sort that could never truly be lost because it was always going to be found. No matter where, no matter how long. When ones soul and heart know exactly who they belong to even after being apart for years. It’s the most beautiful love to be had. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph… These two… They were EVERYTHING! Every single freakin’ thing! Their fears from past hurts and their desperation for one another combined for a perfect coupling, it sent shockwaves of both turmoil and awe. They burned bright and hot… My goodness did A.L. Jackson kick up the heat factor in this book. Oh, hello thigh clenching! I swear, Edie and Austin… My undoing.
Wait was more than a second chance romance, it was sweet redemption at its finest. This isn’t another 5-star read, this one takes the entire constellation. So yeah, here I am once again proclaiming a TOP 2016 read, an ALL time favorite read. An obvious book self-worthy book that I never wanted to end. I could go for seconds to tell you the truth. This stole my breath, stole bits and pieces of my sanity at one point or another, and it stole a whole lot of my heart. A.L. Jackson is unlike any out there, her stories pierce you, they inhabit you, and they never quite leave you even long after the last page had been turned.
We Like It Big Tunes:
Mirrors by Justin Timberlake
“Shit,” I hissed, bracing myself against the spray of the icy shards pelting from the shower head.
I sucked in a breath, released it between clenched teeth, and forced myself fully under it.
Head dropped and chest heaving as rivers of ice-cold water slicked down my shoulders and back.
But it did nothing to lessen the need. Gave me no sanity or pacification.
Because all I could think about was the girl on the other side of the door.
In my bed.
Wearing just her panties and my shirt.
An angel I wanted to dirty.
I always had.
Love was messy like that.
All of my restraint scattered. I gripped my cock. Squeezed the base. My mouth dropped open at the pressure of my hand against my rigid length.
A fool thinking it might be enough.
God, I was a bastard, but there was nothing I could do before I was giving in, leaning forward and bracketing my forearm above my head to hold my weight.
Water pounded down on my head and back while I pounded my fist against my dick.
Trying to keep silent when all I wanted was to moan, teeth digging into my bottom lip as I pictured the girl spread out for me.
My breaths were coming short.
Panted and hard.
I gave into imagining the sounds she would make when I finally got to bury myself in her body.
A soft, soft gasp.
I slowed, trying to convince myself that throaty sound was all in my mind.
Just another part of this fantasy.
Until I heard the small thump against the wall.
I mashed my eyes closed, like it might hide me.
Conceal the depravity of my actions after I’d just been comforting her hours before.
Heart thrashing, I turned and moved far enough to peek out the small section where the fabric shower curtain hadn’t been drawn fully closed.
It was just a little sliver that left me exposed.
But it was enough. When I peered out, I was looking right at my girl pressed up against the wall.
She stared right back at me.
And I wanted to be horrified, my mind scrambling to conjure every weak apology I could summon. Ready to fucking grovel to keep her from turning and running once again.
Because that’s exactly what I expected her to do.
But her expression…her expression clutched me in the center of the chest and sent what little brain function I had left stampeding south.
Red, lush lips were parted, her hand pressed to her hollow of her throat, pupils dilated so big that her hooded, cerulean eyes appeared black. Needy breaths were coming at me from that sweet mouth like a goddamned freight train.
Desire swelled in the confines of the too-tight room.
She pressed deeper into the wall as if it might support her weakened knees. Head rocked back. Thighs squeezing together.
My hand shot to the shower wall to steady myself. “Warning you, Edie, you need to get out of here. Right now.”
a Rafflecopter giveaway
A.L. Jackson is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. She writes emotional, sexy, heart-filled stories about boys who usually like to be a little bit bad.
Her bestselling series include THE REGRET SERIES, CLOSER TO YOU, as well as the newest BLEEDING STARS novels. Watch for the next installments, WAIT and STAY, coming in 2016.
If she’s not writing, you can find her hanging out by the pool with her family, sipping cocktails with her friends, or of course with her nose buried in a book.
Be sure not to miss new releases and sales from A.L. Jackson – Sign up to receive her newsletter http://bit.ly/NewsFromALJackson or text “jackson” to 96000 to receive short but sweet updates on all the important news.