STAND
A Bleeding Stars Stand-Alone Novel
Coming May 22nd
“Stand is a lyrical dream of power and strength that will steal your mind, body and soul…A mind blowing 10 stars!!!” Queen Zany Book Blog
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 seven 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…
My hands lingered on the keys, and she reached out and set her hand on top of mine.
Warmth and light.
It invaded my senses. Clouded my judgment.
You.
You.
A siren’s call.
My tongue darted out to wet my lips, and I was shaking as I lifted
our entwined hands. I brushed
my knuckles along the silky flesh of her cheek. I swore I saw the trail of pink
it left behind, the simplest
touch affecting this girl.
She released a shuddered breath. It mingled with mine.
Our mouths were close—too close—and our noses just touched as we hovered in
that space.
“I want things that will only ruin me, Alexis. But you
…you make me want to wish for
them anyway. Make me believe there’s a chance that maybe they could belong to
me.”
Tension tethered us, this rigid band that had me rocking in indecision, every second getting closer
and closer as I fought the foolish ideas that tried to take root.
Giving in would only destroy me. But none of that seemed to matter when I leaned in and brushed
my lips at the corner of her mouth.
Her fucking delicious mouth.
Because fuck. I just needed a taste. Something to take with me. Something
to tuck away, even
when doing it felt like some kind of brutal tease.
Alexis gasped at the contact. I edged back the barest fraction, and she was
panting these tiny
breaths.
Breaths I was breathing.
Her eyes locked on mine. Hungry and pleading. Brimming with belief and hope.
I ran my thumb over the corner of her mouth where my lips had just been. “You are so
beautiful. I’ve never met a girl quite like you.”
Something so genuine took hold of her expression. “I hardly
know you…and somehow
you make me feel like I am. Like when you look at me…you see the person I always hoped
I’d become.”
Everything stilled at her words.
At her confession.
Because that’s what I wanted.
For this amazing girl to know the way I saw her. That in her space, I felt something different from
all the bullshit I’d dealt with for all my life.
I felt like someone different. Someone better. Like the person I’d
once hoped I’d
become.
I clutched her stunning face in my hands, searching for resolve. For that dedication that right then
somehow felt out of reach.
“Zee,” she whispered.
That was all it took for that band to snap.
My hands drove into her hair. And my mouth? My mouth was devouring hers.
Frenzied in its demand. Pleading the same way as her eyes had been pleading with me. Saying all
the things I couldn’t ever say.
Our tongues tangled, and my spirit coiled. Heat spread in a flashfire of need. Lust rose in the
knitted air, like this intangible greed we both were grappling for, searching for the fastest way to get to
the peak.
Our hands searched and clawed and explored. We were a mess of limbs as we struggled to get
closer to each other where we sat side by side on the bench.
“Zachary…Zachary,” she whimpered, grasping me by the back of the head. She
crawled forward so she could straddle me.
Motherfuck.
My hands sank into her hips, and she edged up and pressed those gorgeous
tits against the wild
beat thundering in my chest. A groan rumbled out from somewhere in my
soul.
She felt so perfect. So good.
I wanted to touch her. Explore her. Claim her.
My dick raged against its confines, all that delicious heat at the apex of her thighs grinding against
my jean-covered cock.
It’d been too long. Too damned long. I was goin' out of my mind.
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.
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