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.
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"Meaningful. Mesmerizing. Magnificent...5 but should be 10 beautiful, broken, brilliant, and imperfectly perfect stars .” Karen, Bookalicious Babes Blog
"A beautifully written story about broken hearts and unshakable longing, about second chances and third chances and a whispered hope for a happily ever after. Intensely felt on every level, Edie and Austin’s story will own you." Vilma, Vilma’s Book Blog
“Beautiful. Sexy. Dripping with tenderness. I felt the emotion in this story all the way to my toes.” Mia Sheridan, NYT Bestselling Author
“6 Stars - Wait is equally devastating and beautiful! A.L. Jackson has a way of pouring words onto a page that makes you crave every piece of a story.” Molly McAdams, NYT Bestselling Author
“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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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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