Monday, August 29, 2016

Wait (Bleeding Stars #4) by A.L. Jackson: Blog Tour Review, Excerpt & Giveaway


She is his strength and he is her weakness. And this time he won’t let her go.

Edie Evans is gorgeous.
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.
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.

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“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.


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.


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.


She pressed deeper into the wall as if it might support her weakened knees. Head rocked back. Thighs squeezing together.


My hand shot to the shower wall to steady myself. “Warning you, Edie, you need to get out of here. Right now.”

Author Bio:

A.L. Jackson is the New York Times bestselling author of Take This Regret and Lost to You, as well as other contemporary romance titles, including Pulled and When We Collide.

She first found a love for writing during her days as a young mother and college student. She filled the journals she carried with short stories and poems used as an emotional outlet for the difficulties and joys she found in day-to-day life.

Years later, she shared a short story she’d been working on with her two closest friends and, with their encouragement, this story became her first full length novel. A.L. now spends her days writing in Southern Arizona where she lives with her husband and three children. Her favorite pastime is spending time with the ones she loves.

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Review by Michelle:

I don't know about you, but I simply adore a good healthy hit of emotion in a story. A.L. Jackson never fails to deliver just that. Wait though, is in a league of its own as the feels are pelted down on you from all angles and you are bowled over by a firestorm of emotion as you are drawn into the lives of two devastatingly broken characters who are only able to find solace in the arms of one another. Just wait until you get to know Austin Stone and Edie Evans better.

A.L. Jackson does tragically damaged like no other, but when Austin and Edie come together, the pain and destruction is on a whole new level. The need for Austin's story has consumed me since we met the poor boy hiding behind his hoodie with an obliterated spirit seeking shelter from his pain in the duplicitous arms of drugs in the first book of the series. Like me, you may have thought you knew Austin's pain, but what we know from previous books doesn't even begin to scratch the surface. Add in a trauma, a betrayal, and a secret from Edie's past and there is no stopping the floodgates as the devastation rises as surely as the tides.

As always the pages of Wait come alive with such beautifully written words, absolutely poetic prose, and an intoxicatingly flowing and evocative narrative. A.L. Jackson weaves a story unlike any other as you are whisked away by a tale so captivating and lyrical you can't help but be enthralled by the characters and caught up in the stirring story.

As if a story like this isn't intense enough, then there is the epilogue and the feels to end all feels! I thought I did pretty well reigning in all of the potent emotions arising from every facet of this story, but then that epilogue hits and watch out! Have some tissues handy, here come the water works!

All that being said, I do have something pretty important to admit. As you may know, this book was previously planned with a different title. I have to say I was really pretty upset and pretty staunchly against this impending change when I first heard of it as the first title had been planned for quite some time and fit so perfectly with the rest of the series. But, now after reading Wait, I'm not too proud to admit, I absolutely love this new title as well as the beautiful and profound meaning behind it.

Wait is a heartbreaking yet wonderfully heartwarming second chance romance like no other. The perfect story for Baz's little brother, the perfect balm for Austin's wounded soul, the perfect complement and partner for both Austin and Edie. Not at all what I was expecting from their story, yet so much more than I could have hoped for.
*complimentary copy provided by author in exchange for an honest review

Rating: 4.5 Stars

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