Follow Me Back
The next seductive, unforgettable stand-alone romance in the FIGHT FOR ME series from NYT & USA Today Bestselling Author A.L. Jackson . . .
Coming February 5th
Melanie’s Book Shelf Worthy Review:
Profound. That’s the exact word I’d use to describe A.L. Jackson’s latest release, Follow Me Back. This is the second installment to her standalone series, Fight for Me and its story line is the very definition of fighting for someone. I love that Ms. Jackson brought into light not only love in the romantic sense but also an unconditional love between a mother and her child. I’m not going to lie, I found myself ugly crying big crocodile tears during certain moments. The tears didn’t come from sadness but instead came from deep within. I felt like if my heart could speak it would say exactly what was written in this book. I wish.. Oh, how I wish I could express the way it affected me so much better than I’m trying to now. But I think the best way that you can understand and feel what I did is to pick up this book yourself. You will be immersed in it, no doubt.
Harley Hope Masterson is one hell of a woman. She is insanely brave and she is so wonderfully loving. After having been burned by her ex-husband, Hope has distanced herself from any chance at falling in love. Raising her eight year old son, Evan who is the very center of her universe is her only concern. The power behind Hope’s love for her beautiful son, Evan and Evan’s sweet, sweet love for his mom shook me to the core. During such a sensitive time in my life, their relationship just meant the world to me. It spoke of everything I would be willing to do for my own son and all of that emotion compounded. It cursed through me, hitting me right smack to the gut and straight through my heart. If there was ever a moment where I had to vote for a “best mom in the fictional world” award, it would go to Hope… Hands down. So being the best mom in the world means that she deserves the best kind of love too right??
Well, lo and behold… Dr. Kale Bryant. No A.L. Jackson fictional book boyfriend has given me shameless tingles since Jared flippin’ Holt from her Come to Me series. Let me tell you, what started out as tingles quickly escalated to out of control tremors. This guy is pure, PURE unadulterated sex on a stick. I loved how confident he was about himself—there’s a fine line between cocky arrogance and sexy confidence and this guy was ALL sexy confidence to the tee. However, behind his easy demeanor lay a shattered heart. Having lost someone so tragically and suddenly, Kale has shut himself out for a chance at love too. It isn’t until a gorgeous red head comes into his life that his broken heart begins to glue itself back together. The instant and easy chemistry between them sent a delicious thrill to my lady bits. These two together, burned through the pages. Trust me when I say that you’ll be fanning yourself silly.
Follow Me Back affected me in such a profound way. A. L. Jackson is known to deliver emotional love stories and I’m an avid fan who is very familiar with the sorts of emotions she’s able to incite out of her readers but quite frankly, I have to admit that I was taken so completely off guard by how much this jarred me. I loved, LOVED this book so, so much. This was my first 2018 read and also became my very favorite A.L. Jackson book to date. I felt this book from my head to my toes. A five star + read that has my bookshelf worthy stamp of approval. Bravo to you Ms. Jackson for going into this new year already setting hearts ablaze.
We Like It Big Tunes:
Heartbeats- Jose Gonzalez
I watched him stride across the café toward the door, hating the way everything tightened when he did.
His or mine, I wasn’t sure.
But it was there.
Pressing on my heart.
I couldn’t stop from watching him through the big windows as he started down the sidewalk, the man a scorching silhouette in the blaze of the day.
But he didn’t climb into his car that was parked at the curb.
He began to pace.
A pace that looked like indecision and turmoil.
Back and forth right on the other side of the window.
His head tilted back toward the sky, as if it might hold an answer, before he set his coffee and the lollipops down on one of the open tables, dug in his pocket, and pulled out his phone.
“You’re an idiot,” Jenna hissed from beside me. “That guy likes you, and he’s literally the hottest thing to ever walk through that door. And he bought All. The. Lollipops.”
Maybe that was part of the problem.
“I don’t get simple,” was my response.
“What if he doesn’t want simple?”
I would have answered her, told her that in the end, everyone did. They always took the easy way out when the going got tough. Except the café phone rang. I moved for it, thankful for the distraction, something to keep my feet from rounding the counter and running after him.
Because what the hell would that accomplish?
I lifted the receiver from the wall and pressed it to my ear. “A Drop of Hope. How can I help you?”
“Go out with me.” His gravelly voice echoed through the line.
A surprised sound whispered from my lips, and Kale was suddenly at the window, his face pressed to the glass, hand shading his eyes so he could see inside. His other hand was holding his cell to his ear. “Go out with me, Hope. Just dinner. Because I can’t fucking stop thinking about you. Couldn’t after I saw you the first time at Olive’s on Friday night. It only got worse after I saw you here Monday morning. I don’t know what it is about you . . . but there’s something that makes me want to figure it out.”
My breaths were hard pants, my heart a jackhammer in my chest. “My life’s complicated, Kale.”
“And I’m offering you a night away from it. Don’t you at least deserve that?”
I wanted to beg him, what then? What happened if I fell for that smirk and that smile and those tender eyes?
Fast and hard?
I could already feel myself slipping. My heart tipping his direction.
What happened if Dane found out?
But I was so tired of that man controlling every aspect of my life, even after I’d made the decision to cut him from it.
Jenna was suddenly in my face, gripping my wrist, her voice a hard, demanding whisper. “You tell him yes, Harley Hope. Don’t you dare hang up that phone without telling him yes. You deserve something just for you. Just for you.”
Indecision swarmed, questions and worries and want.
But it was the feeling balled in my stomach that trembled the floor beneath my feet.
The urge to reach out and touch on the beauty and tenderness that swam in his eyes. To discover if it was real.
The throb of desire that begged, a whisper in my ear that goaded—just one touch.
The hidden need to feel those hands skating my flesh.
I guessed I’d thought I’d never crave that again, my life fulfilled, my spirit content in knowing I was living for what was right.
Jenna squeezed tighter, my bossy best friend mouthing the word as she angled her head with the demand. “Say yes.”
It was at the same second Kale fisted his hand against the window, his forehead rocking against it, his own words a petition. “Come on, Hope. Say yes. I promise you, you won’t regret it.”
A hint of playfulness came out on the last, but it didn’t matter, because I was agreeing.
“Yes,” I murmured, wanting to feel something good even though I wasn’t so much a fool that I didn’t know I was making a mistake. That in the end, it wouldn’t hurt.
Because it already felt as if this mattered.
As if he mattered.
“Okay. One night. Just dinner,” I reiterated.
He breathed out in what sounded like relief. “Just dinner.”
As if anything could ever be as simple as that.
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