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STANDA Bleeding Stars Stand-Alone Novel

Coming May 22nd

 
“Stand is a lyrical dream of power and strength that will steal your mind, body and soul…A mind blowing 10 stars!!!” Queen Zany Book Blog 

 

From NYT & USA Today Bestselling Author A.L. Jackson comes the next seductive, unforgettable Bleeding Stars Stand-Alone Novel…

 

Zachary Kennedy has never been known as a fighter, but he’ll never regret fighting for her…

 

I’m Zee Kennedy.

Quiet. Reserved. Predictable.

When my brother died, everyone thought I was just the good guy who stepped up to take his place in the band.

 

No one knew what I was hiding. The one thing I’ve been fighting for.

 

For seven years, I’ve never lost focus.

 

Not until one chance encounter with Alexis Kensington.

 

Now she’s become my greatest temptation.

I knew better than to touch her, but now that I’ve had a taste, I can’t get enough.

Her kiss becomes my air. Her body my salvation.

 

She needed a savior and somehow she became mine.

 

Taking her was a betrayal. But keeping her means risking everything.

One look at Alexis Kensington, and I know she’s worth the fight.

Will my past continue to keep me down or will I finally find the strength to pull myself up and Stand…

 

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My hands lingered on the keys, and she reached out and set her hand on top of mine.

 

Warmth and light.

 

It invaded my senses. Clouded my judgment.

 

My hand flipped over, palm up, and she threaded her fingers through mine. Her head angled, so soft, this girl so fucking good.

 

“What is it you want, Zee? What is it you can’t have?”

 

You.

 

Flames leapt into that space between us. Alive and dancing and inciting.

 

A siren’s call.

 

My tongue darted out to wet my lips, and I was shaking as I lifted our entwined hands. I brushed my knuckles along the silky flesh of her cheek. I swore I saw the trail of pink it left behind, the simplest touch affecting this girl.

 

She released a shuddered breath. It mingled with mine.

 

Our mouths were close—too close—and our noses just touched as we hovered in that space.

 

“I want things that will only ruin me, Alexis. But you…you make me want to wish for them anyway. Make me believe there’s a chance that maybe they could belong to me.”

 

Tension tethered us, this rigid band that had me rocking in indecision, every second getting closer and closer as I fought the foolish ideas that tried to take root.

 

Giving in would only destroy me. But none of that seemed to matter when I leaned in and brushed my lips at the corner of her mouth.

 

Her fucking delicious mouth.

 

Because fuck. I just needed a taste. Something to take with me. Something to tuck away, even when doing it felt like some kind of brutal tease.

 

Alexis gasped at the contact. I edged back the barest fraction, and she was panting these tiny breaths.

 

Breaths I was breathing.

 

Her eyes locked on mine. Hungry and pleading. Brimming with belief and hope.

 

I ran my thumb over the corner of her mouth where my lips had just been. “You are so beautiful. I’ve never met a girl quite like you.”

 

Something so genuine took hold of her expression. “I hardly know you…and somehow you make me feel like I am. Like when you look at me…you see the person I always hoped I’d become.”

 

Everything stilled at her words.

 

At her confession.

 

Because that’s what I wanted.

 

For this amazing girl to know the way I saw her. That in her space, I felt something different from all the bullshit I’d dealt with for all my life.

 

I felt like someone different. Someone better. Like the person I’d once hoped I’d become.

I clutched her stunning face in my hands, searching for resolve. For that dedication that right then somehow felt out of reach.

 

“Zee,” she whispered.

 

That was all it took for that band to snap.

 

My hands drove into her hair. And my mouth? My mouth was devouring hers.

 

Frenzied in its demand. Pleading the same way as her eyes had been pleading with me. Saying all the things I couldn’t ever say.

 

Our tongues tangled, and my spirit coiled. Heat spread in a flashfire of need. Lust rose in the knitted air, like this intangible greed we both were grappling for, searching for the fastest way to get to the peak.

 

Our hands searched and clawed and explored. We were a mess of limbs as we struggled to get closer to each other where we sat side by side on the bench.

 

“Zachary…Zachary,” she whimpered, grasping me by the back of the head. She crawled forward so she could straddle me.

 

Motherfuck.

 

My hands sank into her hips, and she edged up and pressed those gorgeous tits against the wild beat thundering in my chest. A groan rumbled out from somewhere in my soul.

She felt so perfect. So good.

 

I wanted to touch her. Explore her. Claim her.

 

My dick raged against its confines, all that delicious heat at the apex of her thighs grinding against my jean-covered cock.

 

It’d been too long. Too damned long. I was goin’ out of my mind.

 

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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 installment STAND, coming Spring 2017.

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Excerpt One (Includes language and mild sexual content):

 

My hands lingered on the keys, and she reached out and set her hand on top of mine.

Warmth and light.

It invaded my senses. Clouded my judgment.

My hand flipped over, palm up, and she threaded her fingers through mine. Her head angled, so soft, this girl so fucking good.

“What is it you want, Zee? What is it you can’t have?”

You.

Flames leapt into that space between us. Alive and dancing and inciting.

A siren’s call.

My tongue darted out to wet my lips, and I was shaking as I lifted our entwined hands. I brushed my knuckles along the silky flesh of her cheek. I swore I saw the trail of pink it left behind, the simplest touch affecting this girl.

She released a shuddered breath. It mingled with mine.

Our mouths were close—too close—and our noses just touched as we hovered in that space.

“I want things that will only ruin me, Alexis. But you…you make me want to wish for them anyway. Make me believe there’s a chance that maybe they could belong to me.”

Tension tethered us, this rigid band that had me rocking in indecision, every second getting closer and closer as I fought the foolish ideas that tried to take root.

Giving in would only destroy me. But none of that seemed to matter when I leaned in and brushed my lips at the corner of her mouth.

Her fucking delicious mouth.

Because fuck. I just needed a taste. Something to take with me. Something to tuck away, even when doing it felt like some kind of brutal tease.

Alexis gasped at the contact. I edged back the barest fraction, and she was panting these tiny breaths.

Breaths I was breathing.

Her eyes locked on mine. Hungry and pleading. Brimming with belief and hope.

I ran my thumb over the corner of her mouth where my lips had just been. “You are so beautiful. I’ve never met a girl quite like you.”

Something so genuine took hold of her expression. “I hardly know you…and somehow you make me feel like I am. Like when you look at me…you see the person I always hoped I’d become.”

Everything stilled at her words.

At her confession.

Because that’s what I wanted.

For this amazing girl to know the way I saw her. That in her space, I felt something different from all the bullshit I’d dealt with for all my life.

I felt like someone different. Someone better. Like the person I’d once hoped I’d become.

I clutched her stunning face in my hands, searching for resolve. For that dedication that right then somehow felt out of reach.

“Zee,” she whispered.

That was all it took for that band to snap.

My hands drove into her hair. And my mouth? My mouth was devouring hers.

Frenzied in its demand. Pleading the same way as her eyes had been pleading with me. Saying all the things I couldn’t ever say.

Our tongues tangled, and my spirit coiled. Heat spread in a flashfire of need. Lust rose in the knitted air, like this intangible greed we both were grappling for, searching for the fastest way to get to the peak.

Our hands searched and clawed and explored. We were a mess of limbs as we struggled to get closer to each other where we sat side by side on the bench.

“Zachary…Zachary,” she whimpered, grasping me by the back of the head. She crawled forward so she could straddle me.

Motherfuck.

My hands sank into her hips, and she edged up and pressed those gorgeous tits against the wild beat thundering in my chest. A groan rumbled out from somewhere in my soul.

She felt so perfect. So good.

I wanted to touch her. Explore her. Claim her.

My dick raged against its confines, all that delicious heat at the apex of her thighs grinding against my jean-covered cock.

It’d been too long. Too damned long. I was goin’ out of my mind.

 

 

Excerpt 2 (Edited for language):

I froze, awareness shivering through the air, chills prickling across my flesh. I swore I felt my axis tilt, bending and bending and bending until my direction had been altered.

Sucking in a breath, I peeked over my shoulder. My heart trembled and shook.

Staring back at me were brilliant brown eyes that raged and stormed and promised they were getting ready to wreak a new kind of havoc on my life.

On the opposite side of the street, he pushed from the wall where he’d been watching. He didn’t hesitate. He came straight for me. His gaze only broke from mine to dart back and forth at the small street before he began to cross it in long, purposed strides.

A frenzy lit. A quiver of attraction that rocked and provoked.

I was fixed to the spot, gaze enraptured as I watched the intricate ink dance and play over the corded muscles that bunched and flexed in his thick arms. So much strength in his body and so much beauty in his being.

I swore he stole the air when he stopped two feet away. Hands fisted, he glowered over me.

I stumbled my way through the choppy words. “What…what are you doing here?”

His were hard. “Think I could ask you the same question.”

I shook myself out of the stupor. “Are you following me?”

It came off as an accusation that was somehow half-pleased and half-offended.

Standing in front of me was a man who was little more than a stranger, who had been tracking me, and I couldn’t stop the excitement that thrilled in my bones. I couldn’t stop the comfort that washed through me at his concern.

But I knew it was even more than that.

Over the last three weeks, I’d spent too much time wondering if I’d ever see this beautiful boy again.

“Maybe.” Frustration laced his tone. At him or me, I couldn’t tell.

I blinked at him, tongue-tied, my confusion and surprise tumbling out. “That’s just…weird.”

God. I was brilliant.

But what was I supposed to say? This boy caught me unaware at every turn, always at the advantage.

He almost laughed, this sound that was exasperated and filled with disbelief. “Weird?”

I bit at my lip, fighting a smile that really shouldn’t have been there. But he was here, again finding me when I felt helpless and vulnerable.

I nodded emphatically, clutching the lightness that whispered through the air. “That’s right. Weird.”

With his index finger, he scratched at the back of his head. He chuckled low, this sound that rumbled through my senses and warmed my belly. “I’m sure there are plenty of other things we could call this other than weird, don’t you think? This is just…”

I frowned when he trailed off and took a step in his direction. “What?”

Helplessly, he looked back at me. “I can’t do this, Alexis. I’ve got a sh*t show getting ready to blow up in my life, and the only thing I can think about right now is you. Can’t go to sleep at night because I’m terrified you might be sneaking off and doing something that’s going to land you in trouble again. That I might not be there to save you next time. And when I do finally nod off? I wake up in the morning panicked, praying you’re okay and having no way to make sure.”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips. My gaze followed, entranced by the thick bob of his throat as he swallowed.

“I don’t have the first clue what you’ve done to me, but I’m not sure I can handle whatever it is I’m feeling.”

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