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Monday, August 29, 2016

Blog Tour! Wait By A.L. Jackson

 
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ALJackson-WaitBookCover5x8_BW_HIGH     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. She is my hope. He is my weakness. We should have known a passion this intense would burn us right into the ground.    


When I pick up a book from A.L. Jackson I expect certain things, gut clenching angst, heartbreaking moments that force you to set aside your kindle or book and grieve for what her characters are going through, a beautifully written romance that proves that love can heal all wounds.  When I started Wait, I was hoping for all of those things, but I just never felt them.  Wait is still a beautifully written second chance romance but it just didn’t meet the marks that I have set for this author.  I must point out that I am behind with this series, but Wait can be read as a stand alone but I do need to read the previous books I have missed because sometimes I felt a tad bit behind.

Edie and Austin have a past, one filled with heartache and pain, both have suffered but only one, in my opinion really had the right to continue to grieve, feel they way they did, to fight those demons every day and open up about it.  That person being Austin.  He broke my heart, the pain he felt from the mistake he made as a child, when you find out the full story had tears in my eyes, I wanted to take him in my arms and tell him that it was time to forgive himself, it was an accident, one that was just that, an accident.  I had a problem with Edie.  She had every right to be hurt and upset over her mistake, but when I learned the whole story, I tied to sympathize but deep down I couldn’t, nor could I understand why she acted like it was the worst thing to ever happen to a person, when in the sad reality of our world it happens all the time but others don’t act like she did.  Edie came across, for me at least, as immature and at times childish, I wanted to like her but sadly I just couldn’t.

While Wait may not have been my favorite book from A.L. Jackson, I still really liked it.  The story was beautifully emotional, I missed that angst that she is known for but the overall meaning behind the story touched my heart.  Don’t wait to read Wait, and don’t be like me and get behind and not read the previous books as well because A.L. Jackson is an amazingly talented author who is still a favorite of this book whore.




   


   “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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aljacksonphoto  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. Be sure not to miss new releases and sales from A.L. Jackson - Sign up to receive her newsletter http://bit.ly/NewsFromALJackson or text “jackson” to 96000 to receive short but sweet updates on all the important news.
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