Monday, January 16, 2017

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A Bleeding Stars Stand-Alone Novel

Coming January 23rd


From NYT & USA Today Bestselling Author A.L. Jackson comes the next sexy, gripping Bleeding Stars Stand-Alone Novel...I’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. I’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. Literally. 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. Love wasn’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?

She stared back at me with big chocolate eyes. Molten.  Her gaze washed over me like lava. Burning up everything in its path. “ You are so beautiful,”  she said, voice hoarse. “ Peaches,”  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 bones. And then tonight...what you did for me...I don’t...” I  roughed  a  hand  through  my  thrashing  hair,  a  perfect  mirror  to  my  thrashing  heart. “ Peaches.” Another warning. I  didn’t  deserve  the  way  she  was  looking  at  me.  Like  I  was  good  and  right  when  I  was  no better than the bastard we’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.  Shit.  I gripped her by the wrist and pressed the underside to my nose. “ You’re killing me, darlin’.” “ And you’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  dark.”   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.” “ But that’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 you’ve been giving yourself credit for. I see it there. Feel it every time I look at you. You’re incredible, Willow. Every time you walk through my door, I know it. So good that I know I shouldn’t be doing whatever the fuck it is I think I’m doin’ with you.” She was still panting those breathy pants, and she leaned into my touch.  “ I...”   she  attempted  before  she  looked  down,  averted  her  gaze.  Even  with  her  head downturned,  there  was  no  missing  the  blush  creeping  to  her  cheeks.  She  hesitated  before  she spoke. “ When  you kiss doesn’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 should  have  been  firmly set  in  place. “ That’s  because  when  I  kiss  you?  It’s  not  pretend.  When  I  tell  you  you’re gorgeous—the best thing I’ve ever seen? I mean it. And when I look at you...” I touched the center of  my chest, feeling ripped open wide. Exposed. Maybe telling  her the truth when  it wouldn’t do either of us any good was wrong. But there was  no hiding when this girl was looking at me that way. “ 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...things I know I shouldn’t want.” “ And  what  is  it  you want, Peaches?”  I prodded  low, knowing  full  well I was pointing us  in the direction of no return. “ Told you when I came into your store that I’d give you anything.” “ I want...”  She tucked  her  bottom  lip  between  her teeth, nervous or unsure whether to give me the truth.  Blood  pounded  mercilessly  through  my  veins.  Thickened  with  lust.  All  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 home. Instead, I let the words slide free. “ Tell me, Peaches.” The needy rasp fell from between her lips. “ I want you to touch me.” 


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