Mar 22, 2016

WHERE LIGHTNING STRIKES RELEASE DAY BLITZ

WHERE LIGHTNING STRIKES

A Bleeding Stars Novel Book 3
By: AL Jackson
Release Day March 22


SYNOPSIS

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 
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

A.L. Jackson is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary and new adult romance.
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.
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Excerpts

Excerpt One – Short 
Bright lights blinded from above and gleamed against the stark white floor. I hurtled down the narrow hall, desperate for escape.
With every pounding step, I felt the separation grow. A chasm rending and ripping until I felt myself splitting in two.
Gasping for breath, I stumbled out of the building and into the vacancy of the deep, deep night. Wind gusted, tumbling along the surface of the ground, a stir of agitation at my feet. 
Above, the storm raged. Clouds dark and heavy and ominous.
Lightning struck. A crackle of energy shocked through the air. Wrapping me in coils of white-hot agony. 
For a moment, I gave into it and let myself feel. I lifted my face to the tormented sky, hands gripping my hair as I screamed. 
Screamed in anguish. 
Screamed in regret. 
Screamed loud enough I would never forget.
A crack of thunder opened the sky. 
Rain poured. 
My hands fisted at my sides, and I buried the memory of the way he’d felt in my arms, the memory of his face, in the deepest part of me, sealed it off and cemented my heart. 
My spirit grasped and wove with the promise I had made him. 
I will never fall in love again.
Not ever again.
Not after tonight. 

Excerpt Two

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. 
Tall. 
Beautiful. 
Strong. 
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. 
Rise. 
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.”


Excerpt Three 

For one night, I wanted it. I wanted her secrets. I wanted to sink my fingers in and take for myself. She was the exact kind of contradiction I craved. 
The push and pull. 
But this time the pull was too great to ignore. 
I traced my thumbs along the delicate slope of her neck. Dragged them across the soft, soft skin. Her pulse was racing with a violent beat. I forced her to look at me while my entire body ran hot.
“Tell me what you want, Red.” It slipped out in a rough murmur. 
In the distance, thunder rolled. Those blue eyes flashed. Flashed with courage and fear. 
Something about it made me shake. 
Almost defiantly, she lifted her chin, and she reached up with her small hands and grasped me around the wrists. 
“I want you to kiss me.” 
Motherf*cker. 
Leave it to Red to ask for the thing I didn’t want to give. Memories cut a path of panic through my consciousness. Reminding me of what I’d done. Of why I could never get too close. 
Of where my loyalty truly lay. 
Clenching my jaw, I gripped her tighter. My heart was giving its all to reject this. Screaming at me to wise up and to do it fast. To turn my back and walk away. No doubt, my feet had officially crossed into the forbidden zone. Out of bounds. 
Red was trying to take me places I didn’t want to go. 
On the inside, I struggled like a goddamned madman. Torn between lashing out like I’d done the last time she’d been tempting me with the need to sink inside her, to discover the countless secrets she had lying underneath, and gathering her up and letting her in on all of mine. 
I was at an all-out war with my instincts. The f*cked-up thing was I didn’t even know what those were anymore. 
Not when it came to her. 
Wavering, I rocked forward in indecision then rocked back. Getting closer to those full red lips with each pass. 
Her attention flitted over my face. They jumped from my eyes to my mouth and back again. She fisted my suit jacket.
“What do you want?” she demanded, turning the question on me. Her voice was a brazen, needy mix of the siren who had no issue with putting me in my place and the soft vulnerability that kept seeping through. 
My tongue darted out and swept across my bottom lip.
Dying for a taste. 
“F*ck it.”
Figured she was going to kill me, anyway. 

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