Thursday, May 11, 2017

Read an #Excerpt from Stand by A.L. Jackson + #Giveaway

(Bleeding Stars #6)
by A.L. Jackson
Expected publication: May 22nd 2017 by A.L. Jackson Books Inc.
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 six 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…


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  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 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.  

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 last installments, STAND, coming in 2017.

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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