A rockstar finds himself attracted to his best friend's younger sister in this sizzling story full of angst and sexual tension. Keep reading to get a tempting taste of Beneath the Stars by A.L. Jackson, then start counting down the days until this book hits shelves on February 22nd. To make the wait more bearable fill out the form below for the chance to win a signed print book too!
From NYT and USA Today bestselling author A.L. Jackson comes a friends-to-lovers romance about an unattainable rockstar and his best friend’s younger sister...
Maggie Fitzgerald is the last girl I should think about taking to my bed.
On the cusp of turning 21, she has her whole life waiting out ahead of her. Sexy AF while still radiating an innocence that I know better than to taint.
And here I am, itching to reach out and touch a girl who is so forbidden that just thinking about her feels like committing a mortal sin.
Thing is, I love playing with fire.
Rhys Manning is everything I shouldn’t want.
Country-rock’s newest superstar.
Fun. Wild. Ready to show the world a good time.
He’s so off-limits it isn’t even funny.
So out of reach he might as well be a poster tacked on my wall. Too bad every time he looks at me, my heart races out of control.
Now, I’m stuck living with him for the entire summer...
We’re only supposed to be friends. Still, I should have known it was a terrible idea when I started sneaking into his room. Especially when it’s clear he’s keeping secrets.
Secrets that might destroy us both.
One touch, and I want more.
One kiss, and I’m spiraling out of control.
I know it’s reckless to start dancing in the flames.
But in exchange for getting to spend one night with this brooding bad boy? I might be willing to get burned...
EXCERPT:
“Maggie.” Might have been a problem that I literally groaned her name. Bigger problem when I burrowed my nose in her hair and inhaled. Then I got really greedy with pressin’ my lips to her shoulder. I ran them across the delicate, delicious length. Wanted to devour every inch.
She angled farther, twisting her head to look back at me.
That was all it took, and we collided.
Because fuck, now that I’d kissed her, I didn’t know how to stop.
My left hand fisted up in the wet mass of her hair, while the other wrapped around to take her by the chin so I could control the kiss.
This one fierce.
Scorching.
Red hot.
Any trepidation the girl’d felt before obliterated in my touch.
I didn’t know how I was supposed to make it through this without losing my cool. Without crossing another line there would be no returning from.
Before I fuckin’ slipped and fell right over the side.
Because she was my perfection.
Knew it.
Wanted to run from it almost as much as I wanted to hold it and cherish it. Like I felt the fullness of all I was supposed to be starin’ back at me.
This connection I couldn’t quite make sense of. That didn’t matter in the least because she still held me in the palm of her gentle, lust-inducing hand.
She was a spark in my spirit that I needed to stamp out before it set fire to my entire world.
Could feel myself getting burned, anyway. Incinerated.
Done for.
She shifted around, and the girl was kissing me like it was the only way she could breathe.
“I’ll hold you, too,” she promised into the kiss that she dragged over my beard and down my chest.
Her whisper moving to my heart. Her tongue licked out.
Stroked my flesh.
“Sweet Siren.”
That’s what she was.
A song in the storm.
Lulling me into peace when it was gonna be my demise.
Wanted to find her in it, anyway.
Need stampeded through my body when she kept kissing over my pecs and back up my throat.
“Maggie,” I growled out.
“I’m not afraid,” she murmured again. Girl giving no heed to a single one of my warnings.
Her fingers dug into my shoulders, and I was hoisting her into my arms at the same second she was wrapping those legs around my waist.
Instinct.
Two of us moving on intuition. Like there was something instilled in us that predestined exactly where we were gonna go.
From zero to one hundred in a second flat.
“Shit,” I hissed.
I was just beggin’ for the pain, wasn’t I? Running straight for it.
But with her, I wasn’t sure there was any turning back.
“Rhys,” she rasped, rubbing her bare pussy against my cock.
“Want me again, Sweet Thing?” My voice grew rough.
Gritty and raw as I pressed her against the shower wall and rocked against her like a fiend.
Water rained over us. Steam coating the air.
Girl ruining me.
Second by second.
“I’ve wanted you since the second I saw you.”
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AUTHOR INFO:
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, BLEEDING STARS, FIGHT FOR ME, CONFESSIONS OF THE HEART, and FALLING STARS novels. Watch out for her upcoming stand-alone, BENEATH THE STARS, releasing February 22nd!
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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