WAIT
Author: A.L. Jackson
Bleeding Stars #4
Bleeding Stars #4
Reading Level: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Released: August 23, 2016
Review Source: Inkslinger PR
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.
The Story: Wait is book four in A.L. Jackson's Bleeding Stars series. This is a second chance romance that can be read as a standalone but I recommend reading the entire series. It's about Baz's little brother, Austin. Austin has had a horrible life and struggles a great deal but finds a little bit of happiness in Edie. Austin breaks Edie's trust which she cannot deal with and causes her to run for the hills. Years later, while Austin is performing on a small stage, there Edie is, standing in the crowd.
The Likes: I have been SOOOO anticipating this book. I have read each book in this series, which I have LOVED and could not wait to hear Austin's story. We are introduced to Austin in the other books and I just wanted to hug him and smack some sense into him all at once so many times. Edie has a similar story of a hard life which really tugs at your heart strings. A.L. Jackson's writing sucks you in from cover to cover. I could not put this book down. She does an excellent job taking the reader on this emotional ride. I felt ALL THE FEELS!!! Second chance romances are not my favorite but I absolutely fell in love with this gut wrenching story.
The Dislikes: There were parts of this book that were tough to get through. Without being spoiler-y I can't go into much detail here. I wouldn't even consider anything "dislikes" but emotionally, certain parts were tough.
The Rating: Wait earns 5 stars from me because I absolutely loved the journey that I was on. So many different emotions are evoked from A.L. Jackson in this book. This series is definitely a favorite for me. I was able to read this book in one day because I was unable to put it down. I highly recommend this series and this amazing author!
WAIT
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.”
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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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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