Also by this author: A Stone in the Sea
Series: Bleeding Stars #3
Also in this series: A Stone in the Sea
on March 22nd 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Do you know what it feels like right before lightning strikes? How you can feel the current running through your veins? The trembles of warning that ripple through the air? It was a thrill Tamar King chased all her life until it became the very thing she had to escape.
For the last four years, Tamar King has hidden herself in an isolated world she created. She was safe. No one could touch her. Until Lyrik West walked through her door.
He’s the lead guitarist for Sunder and everything she can never have. The dark and beautiful rock star becomes everything she craves.
Lyrik’s life has been devoted to his band and that success has cost him. Bitter, hard, and filled with regret, he refuses to lose himself again, but from the moment he sees her, he wants one night with Tamar King.
The gorgeous bartender is more than he bargained for. Their attraction is consuming. Their desire overpowering. With one touch, they ignite. But is it worth the cost of getting burned? She’s a gorgeous nightmare and he’s a wicked dream…
WHERE LIGHTNING STRIKES, a Bleeding Stars Stand-Alone Novel
“You Sing My Soul”
Where Lightning Strikes is one of those novels that hooks you from the very beginning. It slowly makes its way into your heart and before you know it, you are so invested in the story and in these two beautifully flawed characters, that life around you seems to disappear. A.L. Jackson has once again created a unique story around two very complicated people. A story full of heartache and sadness, yet a story full of hope, passion, and a love that was always meant to be.
Lyrik West has vowed to never give his heart away again. Tamar King holds on to hers with as much armor as possible. Yet, they can’t seem to stay away from each other, believe me they tried. Especially Tamar, she fought off Lyrik’s advances for as long as she could. It was inevitable that when they finally came together sparks, flames, fireworks, yeah you get the point, would go off! I enjoyed the slow burn of their relationship, not the hot sexy times, those were off the charts and not slow at all, I mean the coming to terms with their true feelings.
This was by no means insta-love and I absolutely loved that. But for all of the sexy times, good times, and fun times, there was also a ton of angst, and a ton of heartache. The road towards happiness was bumpy, but sometimes those are the best rides. Where Lightning Strikes is flawlessly written by a very talented storyteller and it is a book that will leave a lasting impression upon your heart. Read it, you will not be disappointed.
*** Where Lightning Strikes can be read as a complete standalone ***
My smile faded when I looked back again to where he lingered near the door. My head drifted to the side to take him in as his expression shifted through a thousand emotions.
Regret. Sorrow. Lust.
And a longing that nearly brought me to my knees.
Desire trembled through my body.
I wanted to crawl inside him.
To discover every secret.
Even though I got the crushing feeling knowing him would be the end of me.
Cautiously, he edged forward.
The air filled up with him. So thick I wasn’t sure I could breathe.
Gently he wound his fingers through my hair. Not so gently he tugged my head back and pinned me with that stare. Slowly he dipped down, my stomach in a thousand blissful knots as he left a dizzying trail of kisses down my neck.
Soft, silken lips.
Little flicks of tongue.
Tingles spread in a wildfire of sensation.
Then his voice was at my ear. Whispering belief. “Blue.”
Blue. Blue. Blue.
She was so scared and unsure and innocently brave. Because she wanted all the things I’d learned the hard way the world didn’t have to give. But she wanted me to fight for them anyway.
Callused fingertips trailed down my sides, and I trembled when they edged under the hem of my shirt. Skin to skin.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice like gravel.
My answer scraped from my throat. “Yes.”
Lyrik pulled my tee over my head, slow but sure.
A cool rush of air sent a rush of chills skating free across the flames. My chest heaved as Lyrik stared down at me in my jeans and bra. Eating me up with that irresistible intensity.
I knew my eyes were wild as I looked up at him. My pulse hammered and my spirit thrashed.
“Blue,” he murmured again as he went down onto his knees. He peeked up at me every few seconds as he worked the bandage free from my side. My belly shook as he peeled the bandage away and exposed the statement that had been etched into my side over my ribs, from my hip bone to just under my arm pit on the left side. And I knew the area needed to be cleaned. But somehow right then, I didn’t care.
I just wanted him to see.
The four simple letters were written in a big, scrolling font, and swirls and flowers extended from the first and last letters.
Lightly, he drummed his fingertips over the design, not quite touching the raw skin.
His unyielding gaze latched onto mine. “I think you already have.”