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Today we are celebrating with the best selling author A.L. Jackson on the release of her third novel.
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Laughter was his call, lost somewhere deep in the forest. The wind came fierce, blew across William’s face, stung as he lumbered through the desolate play yard.
William tripped into the jumbled wood.
A flash of blond hair.
“Bet you can’t find me.” The boy giggled and ran.
Fear surged and twisted in William’s gut, pushed him forward.
“Wait,” William called, stretching his hand out in the child’s direction. Please.
He peeked out from behind a tree, the boy with William’s face.
The child was on the move again, hiding, laughing, stirring the unknown anxiety into a frenzy that beat like a drum against William’s chest.
The laughter dimmed and waned. The boy’s sudden fear hit William like a knife to the chest. Somewhere in the deepest recesses, far beyond his reach, William heard him scream.
From the bestselling author of Pulled and Take This Regret comes a gripping new tale of loss and love.
William has spent six years running from his past and the last eight months trying to rid his mind of the dreams that increasingly haunt his nights. Trapped in a world of false ambitions and feigned affections, William knows he’s reached a breaking point and something’s going to give.
Maggie had lived her entire life without hope until one man showed her what it meant to be loved. He’d been her light in a lifetime of darkness. Six years ago, that darkness stole him away. Without him, she’s surrendered herself to an existence she doesn’t know how to escape.
When the family William left behind is struck by tragedy, he is called back to the one place he’s sworn to never return to again.
In a moment that will change his life forever, William comes face to face with the girl who, with one look, captured his heart. He is unable to ignore the buried desires and the hope for the future they’d once believed they’d have.
Now William is ready to fight to take back what had been stolen from him six years before.
But he never imagined what that fight might cost him.
A.L. Jackson gives you an intimate look into the lives of a family bound by an unseen connection in this contemporary romance with a supernatural twist.
A.L. Jackson 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 beautiful children. Her favorite pastime is
spending time with the ones she loves.
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I slumped to the damp, dirty ground and listened to the indistinct sounds coming from inside. Only a patchy lawn and rickety door separated me from the girl, who, without even knowing it, had captured me the moment I’d seen her. For two hours, I just sat there, lost in thoughts and memories.
I jumped to my feet in a race of nerves when the handle rattled and the back door swung open.
Over her shoulder, Maggie called, “See you tomorrow.”
She stepped out and turned around to click the door shut, jiggling the handle to be sure it was locked. I watched her slow, as if suddenly overwhelmed, feet chained to the ground. She stood with her back to me, one hand flat on the door, her head hung and body still.
I wanted to know what she was thinking almost as badly as I wanted to touch her.
From the cover of the trees, I slowly approached. Each cautious footstep I took brought her closer to me. I knew she felt me, knew she sensed my presence in the way she tensed. She sucked in air and dropped her arms to her sides.
She never turned around, only waited.
A foot away, I stopped. Her body rose and fell in sync with mine, her short, gasping breaths matching the jagged ones I forced in and out of my lungs. Strands of auburn ruffled in the breeze and brushed across my face, the sweetness of Maggie filling my nose and overpowering my senses. My fingers twitched forward, remembering just how soft that auburn was when I wove my fingers through it.
God, I wanted her.
The shiver that rolled through Maggie was palpable even to me.
I wound my arms around her and pulled her flush, my palms flat on her stomach.
Cheek to cheek. Skin to skin.
I ran my nose up her jaw and whispered in her ear, “I don’t know how to stop loving you.”
Maggie trembled in my hold. A small cry erupted from her mouth as she covered my hands with hers and flattened her body against mine. Her head tilted away to bring us closer, her neck exposed.
I buried my face in the snowy flesh. My arms tightened around her as every nerve came alive. They’d lain dormant for so long, it almost hurt. Repressing a groan in the haven of her neck, I pressed my lips against her skin.
Maggie whimpered my name.
The last shred of control I had slipped.
In a flurry of movement, I spun her around and pushed her against the door. My mouth met hers, fevered and impatient. I buried my hands in the auburn locks I’d so desperately longed to touch. I wound them through my fingers, tugged her closer, kissed her deeper.
Her mouth opened on a shuddered moan. It was almost a sob. I devoured it. A long-suppressed sob of my own bubbled up somewhere in my consciousness and lodged as a weighted mass in my throat.
I loved this girl so much. Too much.
“Maggie…oh God…Maggie,” I mumbled between my desperate play to consume her, to fill up this hole she’d left when she’d broken our hearts. It only expanded when tears spilled from her eyes and over my hands, and for the shortest second, she gave in and kissed me back.
Cupping her face, I pulled away and stared down at her. Her eyes were all brown misery and love and shame, and the most wistful of smiles hinted on her swollen lips. Timid fingertips traced my face, as if to remember—to memorize—something to take with her when she walked away. Chills followed in their wake, an aching loss across my skin, torment I didn’t think I’d survive. Her touch spoke of it—of giving in and letting go—but her eyes were so sad, I knew she never would.