A Bleeding Stars Stand-Alone Novel
By A.L. Jackson
Release Day – August 23
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.
WAIT by A.L. Jackson
Wait…..it seems like I’ve been waiting a while to read about Austin and his struggles. Austin is the younger brother of Sebastian “Baz” Stone, lead singer of Sunder. Austin has always been on the periphery…watching, waiting, and honestly, kind of wasting away. He’s despondent over the death of his twin brother, the other half of his soul, Julian; even with this occurring approximately 8 years before, we see the devastation it has caused to Austin.
Edie is the younger sister of Ash Evans, member of the band Sunder. We got glimpses of her in previous books, but we also know that she’s struggling, but with what isn’t really fully disclosed until a good chunk of the way into the book. She ran away from her brother and Austin after part of her secret was revealed by Austin.
WAIT is set about 3 years into the future from the beginning of this series. Austin is no longer the teenager he was, and he’s gained some strength and insight into his past. Edie and Austin have been in the same area for several years, with neither of them realizing it, which is probably a good thing since they probably weren’t ready to re-connect until now. Edie runs into Austin when he’s singing at a local bar….and she again runs, not quite ready to face what she needs to. Austin doesn’t really give her that chance and begs her to forgive him for his mistakes. They both quickly realizes that even though they’re both missing significant part of themselves, that it seems better and more tolerable when the other is near.
Austin finally tells Edie the entire story of Julian’s death. I understand his grief, truly, I do and it was Julian’s death that sent him spiraling. After reading the full circumstances, I can understand why Austin feels responsible, but at the same time, there was no malice, it was just an unfortunate set of circumstances. When Edie’s secrets are fully revealed to us, I ache for her sadness and the things she suffered. I felt bad that Ash had no idea what was going on with his sister; and when he discovers the full truth, he’s devastated and blames himself.
The last 20% of the book was definitely page turning for me. I liked that Edie and Austin both get the closure they so desperately need to move forward. I’ll anxiously await Ash’s book and can’t wait to see who can bring him to his knees.
Copy received for my honest review
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
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.
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“Shit,” I hissed, bracing myself against th
e 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.”