WAIT
A
Bleeding Stars Stand-Alone Novel
By
A.L. Jackson
Release
Day – August 23
Blurb:
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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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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GIVEAWAY:
EXCERPT:
“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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