Release Day + Giveaway: WAIT by AL Jackson
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.
Sexy.
Kind.
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.
Alluring.
Tempting.
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.
Our need unrelenting.
She is my hope.
He is my weakness.
He is my weakness.
We should have known a passion this intense would burn us right
into the ground.
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"Meaningful. Mesmerizing. Magnificent...5 but should be 10 beautiful, broken, brilliant, and imperfectly perfect stars .” Karen, Bookalicious Babes Blog
"A beautifully written story about broken hearts and unshakable longing, about second chances and third chances and a whispered hope for a happily ever after. Intensely felt on every level, Edie and Austin’s story will own you." Vilma, Vilma’s Book Blog
“Beautiful. Sexy. Dripping with tenderness. I felt the emotion in this story all the way to my toes.” Mia Sheridan, NYT Bestselling Author
“6 Stars - Wait is equally devastating and beautiful! A.L. Jackson has a way of pouring words onto a page that makes you crave every piece of a story.” Molly McAdams, NYT Bestselling Author
“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.
My girl.
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.
Shit.
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.
Shit.
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.
Alive.
She pressed deeper into the wall as if
it might support her weakened knees. Head rocked back. Thighs squeezing
together.
Motherfuck.
My hand shot to the shower wall to
steady myself. “Warning you, Edie, you need to get out of here. Right now.”
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