A Bleeding Stars Novel Book 3
By: AL Jackson
SYNOPSIS
Do you know what it feels like right before lightning strikes? How you
can feel the current running through your veins? The trembles of warning that
ripple through the air? It was a thrill Tamar King chased all her life until it
became the very thing she had to escape.
For the last four years, Tamar
King has hidden herself in an isolated world she created. She was safe. No one
could touch her. Until Lyrik West walked through her door.
He’s the lead guitarist for Sunder and everything she can never
have. The dark and beautiful rock star becomes everything she craves.
Lyrik’s life has been devoted to
his band and that success has cost him. Bitter, hard, and filled with regret,
he refuses to lose himself again, but from the moment he sees her, he wants one
night with Tamar King.
The gorgeous bartender is more
than he bargained for. Their attraction is consuming. Their desire
overpowering. With one touch, they ignite.
But is it worth the cost of
getting burned?
She’s a gorgeous nightmare and
he’s a wicked dream…
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Amy's Review
I enjoyed Tamar & Lyrik's story. Tamar has been very
standoff-ish from the beginning of this series, and we learn why in this story,
and my heart just wants to break for her. Lyrik also has his issues, but I
think he was overly hard on himself. I didn't like that Lyrik expected Tamar to
open up to him, but wouldn't give her the same in return. I enjoyed the
epilogue, and I'll definitely continue this series, as I can't wait to read
Austin's story.
4 Stars
Lynn's Review
Lyrik West is one messed up
rock star.
Tamar “Red” King is hiding
from an awful past.
It’s only right these two collide
in life.
I’m torn with my feelings
for this book. On one hand I liked the story and felt it pulled from deep down
in my emotional reservoir. But on the other hand there were a couple things
that bothered me while reading it. One being how Tamar was always referencing Lyrik as “boy”. He
wasn’t a boy. He was a mid or late 20-something man. And the constant usage of “…this
boy…” or “my boy” was annoying to me. The second thing was we didn’t learn
until almost the end of the book what made Lyrik so angry throughout the whole
story. And that came right smack dab in the middle of another super climactic
event that made it feel like it was out of place. I understand there’s always a
build-up of a storyline. But I think this one would’ve been so much better had
it been placed elsewhere in the entirety of the book.
I’m not going to say I disliked this story, but I’m not saying I was blown away by it either. I give it 3 ¾ stars. I rarely give out five stars. Those are for the books that I feel do blow me away. So 3 ¾ really isn’t all that bad coming from me.
And I was given this book as an ARC for my honest review.
I’m not going to say I disliked this story, but I’m not saying I was blown away by it either. I give it 3 ¾ stars. I rarely give out five stars. Those are for the books that I feel do blow me away. So 3 ¾ really isn’t all that bad coming from me.
And I was given this book as an ARC for my honest review.
Excerpt Two
My smile faded when I looked back again
to where he lingered near the door. My head drifted to the side to take him in
as his expression shifted through a thousand emotions.
Regret. Sorrow. Lust.
And a longing that nearly brought me
to my knees.
Desire trembled through my body.
I wanted to crawl inside him.
To discover every secret.
Even though I got the crushing
feeling knowing him would be the end of me.
Cautiously, he edged forward.
Tall.
Beautiful.
Strong.
The air filled up with him. So thick
I wasn’t sure I could breathe.
Gently he wound his fingers through
my hair. Not so gently he tugged my head back and pinned me with that stare.
Slowly he dipped down, my stomach in a thousand blissful knots as he left a
dizzying trail of kisses down my neck.
Soft, silken lips.
Little flicks of tongue.
Tingles spread in a wildfire of
sensation.
Then his voice was at my ear.
Whispering belief. “Blue.”
Blue. Blue. Blue.
She
was so scared and unsure and innocently brave. Because she wanted all the things I’d learned the hard way the world didn’t
have to give. But she wanted me to
fight for them anyway.
Callused fingertips trailed down my
sides, and I trembled when they edged under the hem of my shirt. Skin to skin.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice
like gravel.
My answer scraped from my throat.
“Yes.”
Lyrik pulled my tee over my head,
slow but sure.
A cool rush of air sent a rush of
chills skating free across the flames. My chest heaved as Lyrik stared down at
me in my jeans and bra. Eating me up with that irresistible intensity.
I knew my eyes were wild as I looked
up at him. My pulse hammered and my spirit thrashed.
“Blue,” he murmured again as he went
down onto his knees. He peeked up at me every few seconds as he worked the bandage
free from my side. My belly shook as he peeled the bandage away and exposed the
statement that had been etched into my side over my ribs, from my hip bone to
just under my arm pit on the left side. And I knew the area needed to be
cleaned. But somehow right then, I didn’t care.
I just wanted him to see.
The four simple letters were written
in a big, scrolling font, and swirls and flowers extended from the first and
last letters.
Rise.
Lightly, he drummed his fingertips
over the design, not quite touching the raw skin.
His unyielding gaze latched onto
mine. “I think you already have.”
Excerpt Three
For one night, I wanted it. I wanted
her secrets. I wanted to sink my fingers in and take for myself. She was the
exact kind of contradiction I craved.
The push and pull.
But this time the pull was too great
to ignore.
I traced my thumbs along the
delicate slope of her neck. Dragged them across the soft, soft skin. Her pulse
was racing with a violent beat. I forced her to look at me while my entire body
ran hot.
“Tell me what you want, Red.” It
slipped out in a rough murmur.
In the distance, thunder rolled.
Those blue eyes flashed. Flashed with courage and fear.
Something about it made me shake.
Almost defiantly, she lifted her
chin, and she reached up with her small hands and grasped me around the wrists.
“I want you to kiss me.”
Motherf*cker.
Leave it to Red to ask for the thing
I didn’t want to give. Memories cut a path of panic through my consciousness.
Reminding me of what I’d done. Of why I could never get too close.
Of where my loyalty truly lay.
Clenching my jaw, I gripped her
tighter. My heart was giving its all to reject this. Screaming at me to
wise up and to do it fast. To turn my back and walk away. No doubt, my feet had
officially crossed into the forbidden zone. Out of bounds.
Red was trying to take me places I
didn’t want to go.
On the inside, I struggled like a
goddamned madman. Torn between lashing out like I’d done the last time she’d
been tempting me with the need to sink inside her, to discover the countless secrets
she had lying underneath, and gathering her up and letting her in on all of
mine.
I was at an all-out war with my
instincts. The f*cked-up thing was I didn’t even know what those were anymore.
Not when it came to her.
Wavering, I rocked forward in
indecision then rocked back. Getting closer to those full red lips with each
pass.
Her attention flitted over my face.
They jumped from my eyes to my mouth and back again. She fisted my suit jacket.
“What do you want?” she demanded,
turning the question on me. Her voice was a brazen, needy mix of the siren who
had no issue with putting me in my place and the soft vulnerability that kept
seeping through.
My tongue darted out and swept
across my bottom lip.
Dying for a taste.
“F*ck it.”
Figured she was going to kill me,
anyway.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A.L. Jackson is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary and new adult romance.
She first found a love for writing during her days as a young mother and college student. She filled the journals she carried with short stories and poems used as an emotional outlet for the difficulties and joys she found in day-to-day life.
Years later, she shared a short story she’d been working on with her two closest friends and, with their encouragement, this story became her first full length novel. A.L. now spends her days writing in Southern Arizona where she lives with her husband and three children.
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