A Bleeding Stars Stand-Alone Novel
Coming January 23rd
She stared back at me with big chocolate eyes.
Her gaze washed over me like lava.
Burning up everything in its path.
You are so beautiful,
she said, voice hoarse.
I whispered as a warning. Wasn
t sure I trusted myself with her right then.
You are. Did you know
did you know the first time I saw you
when you were lying covered in blood
and you opened your eyes and looked at me, that I saw it? Something
so beautiful and raw and
powerful. Even when you
d been broken. The way you looked at me shook me straight to my bon
what you did for me
I roughed a hand through my thrashing hair, a perfect mirror to my thrash
t deserve the way she was looking at me. Like I was good and right when I was no
better than the
d left lying back there on the floor.
So slowly, she reached out, shaking fingers gentle as she traced them along the scar
that marked that
night beneath my eye.
A tremble took me whole.
Energy pulsed and shivered and shook.
I gripped her by the wrist and pressed the underside to my nose.
re killing me, darlin
re saving me.
A hard frown hit me.
It was you who did all the saving.
Sitting back a fraction, she shook her head.
If it weren
t for you, I
d be home tonight, hiding in the
Her tongue darted out to sweep across her lips.
I never would have been brave enough to go
there or to stand up to him. To say those things.
s where I think you
re wrong, darlin
This time it was my turn to reach out and touch her. I
cupped the side of her face, glancing between her and the road.
I think you
re so much braver than
ve been giving yourself credit for. I see it there. Feel it every time I l
ook at you. You
Willow. Every time you walk through my door, I know it. So good t
hat I know I shouldn
t be doing
whatever the fuck it is I think I
She was still panting those breathy pants, and she leaned into my touch.
she attempted before she looked down, averted her gaze. Even with her head downturned, t
was no missing the blush creeping to her cheeks. She hesitated before she spoke.
When you kiss me
t feel like pretending. It feels like the best thing I
ve ever felt.
I swallowed hard, crossing a line. Pushing into the boundaries that shou
ld have been firmly set in place.
s because when I kiss you? It
s not pretend. When I tell you you
the best thing I
ever seen? I mean it. And when I look at you
I touched the center of my chest, feeling ripped open wide. Exposed. Maybe tell
ing her the truth when it
t do either of us any good was wrong. But there was no hiding when this
girl was looking at me
I feel it right here. We might be pretending, but you can
t fake this.
Like she didn
t trust herself, she pressed farther against the door.
You make me want things
know I shouldn
And what is it you want, Peaches?
I prodded low, knowing full well I was pointing us in the directi
Told you when I came into your store that I
d give you anything.
She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, nervous or unsure whether to
give me the
Blood pounded mercilessly through my veins. Thickened with lust. A
ll of it clouded my judgment,
knocking loose my center of gravity.
Because I knew the look on her face. Desire was written across her like a musical score.
The way her body rocked and trembled and silently pled.
Desperate to be played.
I knew I should close my mouth. Shut this down. Drop her at hom
e. Instead, I let the words
Tell me, Peaches.
The needy rasp fell from between her lips.
I want you to touch me.
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m Ash Evans.
The life of the party.
Hot. Rich. Charismatic.
A tattooed rock star with the world at my feet.
I burn through women faster than the strike of a match.
ve embraced my lifestyle and live it to the fullest.
Until the day my lifestyle caught up to me.
Willow Langston found me at my lowest.
Facedown in a puddle of my own blood.
I owe her my life and I have three months to repay that debt.
What I never should have done was touch her. Kiss her. Take her to my bed.
t supposed to be a part of the equation.
I gave up that nasty complication a long damned time ago.
Now I want her more than my next breath.
But she doesn
t know what I know.
Do I leave to protect her? Or can I face my demons and ask her to Stay?
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