STAND
Bleeding Stars #6
Author: A.L. Jackson
Cover: RBA Designs
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Models: Tyler Halligan & Madelyn DeSantis
Release Date: May 22, 2017
Goodreads
Author: A.L. Jackson
Cover: RBA Designs
Photographer: Wander Aguiar
Models: Tyler Halligan & Madelyn DeSantis
Release Date: May 22, 2017
Goodreads
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 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…
Excerpt
His voice was low. The word might have been a question had it not glided across my skin like familiarity and warmth. “Alexis.”
I barely nodded, my response a whisper as my heart fluttered and sped. “Alexis.”
His gaze dipped for a moment, tracing me head to toe. As if he needed reassurance I was here. Something about it felt so intimate and private, as if maybe when he’d chipped away that piece of my soul he somehow knew he held it, too.
“I hope it’s okay I’m here,” he said, forcing my attention back to his eyes.
A lump grew heavy in my throat and I swallowed around it, nodding as I tried to find my voice. “Of course it’s okay.”
Maybe I should have been hearing warning bells. A thousand caution flags tossed in the air and raining down around me. Because there was something about this brilliant boy that screamed trouble and mayhem. Undoubtedly, this man wore his own beautiful brand of destruction.
And I was the fool who always seemed to run straight for it. Diving right into the middle of it without having the first clue what was waiting for me.
“I’m Zachary Kennedy. Friends call me Zee,” he said, shifting on his feet as if he were wondering what he was doing here.
I could feel the pull of the soft smile at the side of my mouth. “I know who you are.”
“Is that so?” he asked. Something about it rang with a tease.
I nodded.
Of course I did. He was the drummer for one of the biggest rock bands in the world.
And I realized that probably put both of us at a disadvantage. No doubt he had women throwing themselves at him any time he walked off a stage or into a room. Wanting a taste of fame or maybe a name to drop, salivating over this boy simply for who he was.
It didn’t help he had to be the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen.
But this was different. The staggering need I felt to know him more. Not the boy pinned to Pinterest boards labeling him a sexy, tattooed bad boy. Not the boy splashed across the tabloids with their speculations and judgement.
The real man.
This man made up of flesh and bone. The man who rushed into an alley in the middle of the night to defend a complete stranger. The man who’d tenderly rocked me in his arms while I’d felt the controlled rage radiating from his body.
The one who now stood in my doorway, spinning my mind with how he could both look so powerful and vulnerable.
My insides shook, and I took a step back and widened my door. “Would you like to come in?”
A smile crept to his mouth that would be my complete undoing, this tug of full, soft lips framed by his beard. He tilted his head to the side. “You’re awful brave to be inviting a complete stranger into your house.”
I lifted my chin and met his gaze. “A complete stranger who put his life on the line. A stranger who stood between me and a gun. You could have died, and I very well might have if it wasn’t for you. Trust comes in a lot of forms, and I’m pretty sure you’ve already earned mine.”
His voice was low. The word might have been a question had it not glided across my skin like familiarity and warmth. “Alexis.”
I barely nodded, my response a whisper as my heart fluttered and sped. “Alexis.”
His gaze dipped for a moment, tracing me head to toe. As if he needed reassurance I was here. Something about it felt so intimate and private, as if maybe when he’d chipped away that piece of my soul he somehow knew he held it, too.
“I hope it’s okay I’m here,” he said, forcing my attention back to his eyes.
A lump grew heavy in my throat and I swallowed around it, nodding as I tried to find my voice. “Of course it’s okay.”
Maybe I should have been hearing warning bells. A thousand caution flags tossed in the air and raining down around me. Because there was something about this brilliant boy that screamed trouble and mayhem. Undoubtedly, this man wore his own beautiful brand of destruction.
And I was the fool who always seemed to run straight for it. Diving right into the middle of it without having the first clue what was waiting for me.
“I’m Zachary Kennedy. Friends call me Zee,” he said, shifting on his feet as if he were wondering what he was doing here.
I could feel the pull of the soft smile at the side of my mouth. “I know who you are.”
“Is that so?” he asked. Something about it rang with a tease.
I nodded.
Of course I did. He was the drummer for one of the biggest rock bands in the world.
And I realized that probably put both of us at a disadvantage. No doubt he had women throwing themselves at him any time he walked off a stage or into a room. Wanting a taste of fame or maybe a name to drop, salivating over this boy simply for who he was.
It didn’t help he had to be the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen.
But this was different. The staggering need I felt to know him more. Not the boy pinned to Pinterest boards labeling him a sexy, tattooed bad boy. Not the boy splashed across the tabloids with their speculations and judgement.
The real man.
This man made up of flesh and bone. The man who rushed into an alley in the middle of the night to defend a complete stranger. The man who’d tenderly rocked me in his arms while I’d felt the controlled rage radiating from his body.
The one who now stood in my doorway, spinning my mind with how he could both look so powerful and vulnerable.
My insides shook, and I took a step back and widened my door. “Would you like to come in?”
A smile crept to his mouth that would be my complete undoing, this tug of full, soft lips framed by his beard. He tilted his head to the side. “You’re awful brave to be inviting a complete stranger into your house.”
I lifted my chin and met his gaze. “A complete stranger who put his life on the line. A stranger who stood between me and a gun. You could have died, and I very well might have if it wasn’t for you. Trust comes in a lot of forms, and I’m pretty sure you’ve already earned mine.”
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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.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://smarturl.it/NewsFromALJackson or text “aljackson” to 24587 to receive short but sweet updates on all the important news.Connect with A.L.
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