Title: Wait
Series: A Bleeding Stars Stand-Alone Novel
Author: A.L. Jackson
Release Day: August 23, 2016

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.
AL Jackson is notorious for her emotion-laden storylines, her descriptive prose, her captivating characterization. Her stories are heavy with inner monologue and vivid imagery, demanding the reader be swept away by every crackle of attraction, held captive by every ounce of heartbreak. Jackson's immersive storylines consistently grip me from early on and Wait is no exception. This standalone novel in the Bleeding Stars series is an unpredictable shock to the senses. AL Jackson delivers an unputdownable page turner with Wait that forced me to see and taste and feel every bit of this poignant journey.

I remember Austin from A Stone in the Sea as the brooding younger brother of Sunder's Sebastian Stone. Austin was the quiet, troubled teenager who seemed as if he was one swift breeze away from falling over the precarious cliff he was barely hanging on to. Now, three years later, he seems to have a more solid hold on his footing, but all it takes is the unexpected reemergence of his long lost love, Edie, to send him spiraling. I love a second chance love story, but it took a good long while to discover if that's what Wait actually is. The truth of what Edie and Austin really were to each other as broken teenagers is a bit of a mystery until the story unfolds. True to form, AL Jackson peels back the layers of this story and these characters painstakingly, so the past is unearthed in its meticulously crafted rightful time. Austin and Edie reveal themselves, their past, their heartbreak, their profound truths to each other and to the reader in a series of flashbacks and alternating chapters told from each of their points of view. No one tells such an emotional, multidimensional story quite like this author does.

This story is about second chances. It's about forgiveness and healing and loss. It's very sad. But it's also hopeful and joyful at times despite how heavy and difficult it is. I really love this series, each book resonated with me in very different ways. Austin and Edie's book is beautiful. I can't say that it's quite as angsty as Lyrik's book, or that it packs an emotional punch as strong as Sebastian's did, but Austin's story definitely falls in line with the haunting, emotional painful books that came before it. Wait is a superbly written, gripping novel that cracked my heart wide open and then glued it back together. And after the turn of the last page, I've never been more ready for Ash's story!

Jessica's Rating:

“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.”

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 installments, WAIT and STAY, coming in 2016.

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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