Cover Reveal + Teaser + Giveaway: Come To Me Quietly (#1, Closer) by A.L. Jackson

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  • Expected Release Date:  January 7, 2014
  • Genre:  New Adult Erotic Romance
  • Cover reveal organized by: Shh Moms Reading

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**PLEASE NOTE: Come to Me Quietly will be $5.99 NOT $9.99 as listed.  Amy has contacted Penguin and is currently awaiting the fix.  If you pre-order, you will automatically get the lowest price once it changes. THANKS! **
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Synopsis

From the acclaimed bestselling author of Lost to You and When We Collide comes a new adult novel of one woman’s obsession: a man who’s as passionate as he is elusive—and as tempting as he is trouble.…

Aleena Moore is haunted by Jared Holt. It’s been six years since she’s seen her brother’s best friend, the self-destructive bad boy she secretly loved in high school. As the years pass, she knows it’s time to move on. Time to decide between a practical nursing degree and her true dream as an artist. Time to get over Jared and give another guy a chance…

Just when she opens her heart to her friend Gabe, Aly returns home to find Jared sleeping on her couch. The teenage boy she loved has grown into a man she can’t resist. Covered in tattoos and lost in rage, he’s begging to be saved from his demons—the memories of the day he destroyed his family. As the two reconnect, their passion is hot enough to torch Aly’s judgment. But can she risk her future for a man who lives on the edge of destruction?

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Teaser

Jared

What the hell was I doing?

Everything about this situation was wrong. Aly kneeling in front of me. Touching me. She was close, too close. I could taste her breath, and I kept catching hints of that fucking delicious coconut body wash I’d used last night. Somehow it smelled a thousand times better on her.

These urges constantly hit me, and I couldn’t help imagining what it’d be like to bury my nose in the haven behind her ear, to press my mouth at her jaw, to tangle my hands in her hair. Against my better judgment, which could so easily be called into question, anyway, I gave in. Took a little.

I was always so good at taking.

The strand of hair I tugged between my fingers was soft, like silk against my callused skin. The action should’ve been innocent enough. I remembered doing it often when we were children, just a small act of affection to let her know it was okay she was there. There was never anything more to it than that.

But I knew better now, knew it would stir the need I’d felt in the pit of my stomach since I found her backed against that wall last night, since she’d driven me half-mad in her kitchen this morning, since I’d stumbled into her apartment like the piece of trash I was tonight. Somehow she still found me worthy, kneeling in front of me as if I deserved even a scrap of the attention she gave me now.

With her head down, she attended to the wounds on my other hand. I allowed my gaze to fall, to trace the face I wanted to trace with my hands.

I didn’t think I’d ever felt intrigued by a girl before the way I was now, had never wanted to crawl inside someone’s mind to dig through her thoughts, to find out who she was. Why she was. Aly’s green eyes were both fierce and soft, her touch both intent and gentle. She was kind, yet she didn’t hesitate to call me out on my shit. She made me itch and squirm, made me want to run and want to stay.

She began taping up my second hand, forging this little truce between us, steadily sucking me deeper into a place I knew I shouldn’t go.

But I couldn’t stop it.

There was something about being alone with her in the seclusion of this apartment that I liked, like maybe we were sharing some kind of secret that no one else could touch.

A distorted sense of security.

For just a little while, I wanted to drift in the delusion.

I watched her as she worked. Every couple of seconds, she glanced up at me with those eyes that seemed to know more than they should.

Aly shifted closer. I attempted to scoot back without her noticing, but she tugged on my hand. “Would you hold still? You’re worse than a two-year-old,” she said.

Was she oblivious of what she was doing to me? Every time she moved, her chest brushed against my knees, and damn, if it wasn’t the greatest temptation I’d ever had to endure. Did she know how badly I wanted to touch her? To take a little more? Maybe take it all? My thoughts raced ahead, and I wondered what she’d do if I edged off the couch and laid her back on the floor. Would she stop me? Or would she allow me to feed off her compassion and goodness? Would she let me wreck her? Destroy her? Because that was the only thing I knew how to do.

I sucked in a breath and held it. No fucking way was I going there. Not with her, even if she was the only girl who’d ever made me feel like I had to have her. The first who’d ever made me want. That in itself was a pretty damned good reason to stay away from her.

That and the fact that she was Aly.

My Aly.

She sat back on her haunches. Her smile was soft when she looked up at me. “See? That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“Thank you,” I said honestly, because it’d been a long time since anyone had taken care of me. It hurt to think of the last time someone had.

“You’re welcome.” Her voice was quiet, and she sat there, just staring at me, a lot like we had last night, although now things seemed completely different.

“You’d better get some rest. It’s really late,” I said. I’d lain flat out on the hard ground for hours while I let myself sober up to the point where I could at least get myself back to the apartment, and I hadn’t come crawling up the stairs until three in the morning.

“Yeah, you’d better, too.” She sounded a little disappointed.

Her delicate hands pressed into the couch on the outside of my legs as she helped herself to stand. This time her hair did brush against my chest. We both froze with the contact, and she looked down at me, her face three inches from mine. She hovered there, her eyes searching.

Motherfucking trigger.

I wet my lips and found my voice, although it was heavy with strain. “Please go to your room, Aly.”

Blinking, she nodded before she pushed herself the rest of the way up. She paused at her door, whispered, “Good night,” and then disappeared inside her bedroom.

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About the Author

 IMG_0618TUA.L. Jackson is the New York Times bestselling author of Take This Regret and Lost to You, as well as other contemporary romance titles, including Pulled and When We Collide.

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. Her favorite pastime is spending time with the ones she loves.

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EXCITING Announcement from A.L. Jackson!!!

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♥ Letter from A.L. Jackson 

Hi Everyone!

I’m so very excited to have the opportunity to give you a first peek at Come To Me Quietly, the first in my upcoming series, Closer.

I received some really incredible news that I want to share with you all – Come To Me Quietly will be published with New American Library/Penguin as part of a two-book deal and should come out no later than early 2014—just a little bit longer than first anticipated, but I do hope it will be worth the wait. This will be the first time any of my books have been widely distributed in print to bookstores, and I can’t wait for the chance for more readers to have access to Come To Me Quietly.

AND the good news is since Come To Me Quietly will be pushed back, you all are going to get more of Christian Davidson sooner rather than later. Christian and Elizabeth’s story from Lost to You and Take This Regret will be coming late summer. Stay tuned 🙂

But first let’s take a closer look at my latest working manuscript, Come To Me Quietly. I can’t even wait to get Jared and Aleena into your hands. Jared Holt has absolutely taken over my heart and mind, and I hope you fall in love with him just as hard as I have. Come To Me Quietly will be packed with all the emotion you’ve come to expect from my novels, but it’s also a whole lot sexier and much Closer. So here you go—the complete synopsis for Come To Me Quietly.

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♥ Synopsis 
 

Aleena Moore is content with her life. She has goals and dreams and an easy smile. She also has a secret she holds locked inside.

Jared Holt believes he doesn’t deserve to love or be loved. He destroys everything he touches. Haunted by the mistake that shattered his life, he’s fled from the memory of that pain.

Jared doesn’t know why he’s compelled to return, but finds himself drawn back to the place where it all began. The exact place where it ended. When he runs into his childhood best friend, Aleena’s older brother Christopher, he agrees to share Christopher and Aleena’s apartment while he looks for a place of his own.

Aleena is no longer the little girl Jared remembers from his past and evokes feelings in him he never wanted to feel again. Terrified of destroying her, he fights to keep her away. But her touch is something he can’t resist—the touch that sealed his fate.

Their pasts are intertwined and their futures uncertain. The only truths they know are the secrets they whisper in the night.

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Teaser 

Dashed lines blur until they become a solid line. My bones vibrate from the thousands of miles I’ve spent straddling this leather seat, the muscles in my right arm screaming from the hours my hand has been locked on the throttle.

But I don’t stop. I can’t, and I don’t know why. Something in my gut spurs me forward. I plough ahead.

Hot air blasts my face and my hair thrashes in uncontrolled chaos.

I bite back a bitter laugh.

Uncontrolled chaos. That’s exactly how they described me.

The desert sky goes on forever, an ocean of the deepest blue. The city rises like a beacon in the distance. Because I am drawn.

What am I doing?

There is nothing here for me. I know it. I’ve already destroyed it all. I destroy everything I touch.

Still I can do nothing but press on.

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I hope you’re all as excited to meet Jared Holt and Aleena Moore as I am to bring them to you! I want to thank you so much for all the support! You all have rocked this year and made this 100% possible!! Be sure to check out the drawing below – we are giving away some FUN FUN stuff!!!

XOXO

Amy

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Vilma’s Book Blog Reviews 

Note from Vilma: This is one of my favorite authors! I have read all of her books and have LOVED them all! Lost to You and Take This Regret are some of my favorite all-times books (6 stars!!!) and When We Collide and Pulled are incredible, both 5 stars (did not get a chance to formally review Pulled). So please check these books out!

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About A.L. Jackson 

ALJacksonSmallPhotoA.L. Jackson is the New York Times bestselling author of Take This Regret and Lost to You, as well as other contemporary romance titles, including Pulled and When We Collide.

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 beautiful children. Her favorite pastime is spending time with the ones she loves.

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Review: When We Collide by A.L. Jackson

My Thoughts

Unbelievable writing. Deeply heartfelt. Completely Unforgettable.
A beautiful second chance romance full of heartache and pain, hope and love. It brought me to tears as I experienced every moment in the story and desperately hoped for a happy ending.

5stars

Synopsis

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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. 

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.

In a moment that will change his life forever, William comes face to face with the girl who, with one look, captured his heart. 

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 new contemporary romance.

My Review

Before I begin reviewing the book, I first have to talk about A.L. Jackson and her beautiful writing. She has quickly become one of my favorite authors. I’ve now read Pulled, Lost to You, Take This Regret and finally this book, When We Collide. For me, there hasn’t been another author that from page 1, captivates me so completely and emotionally to where I feel what her characters are feeling. Each time I finish one of her books, I am emotionally-spent from all the ups and downs… skipping from sadness to happiness to disbelief of the plot peaks she throws at you. Her approach to writing is so uniquely distinct, from her word choice to her stream of consciousness sentences brimming with feeling… her stories draw you in even while tackling difficult issues like abuse, loveless marriages, life-altering mistakes, tragedy and grief. I also love to read how her main characters feel so drawn to each other that they feel each other’s presence, their connection always coiling around the other. As a writer myself, her books are an example of what I hope to achieve with my own–to connect with the reader so deeply that you forget you are simply reading a book. I recommend reading whatever she publishes. Period. She’s that good.

So on to the book. The central characters are William Marsch and Maggie Krieger. The book begins with another nightmare that William is having. For the past six months, he has been dreaming of a blonde, brown-eyed young boy that resembles him, running through a wooded area, giggling and laughing as he ran… only to suddenly hear the child scream after running from his sight. The child was in trouble. William wakes, in his apartment in L.A., with a woman, Kristina, that he does not love, in a life that has been numbed by his own exertion to forget the his painful past and the woman he once loved.

“I’d accepted a long time ago that life I wanted would never be, but the isolation of the night always seemed to bring it all back, and it’d only gotten worse since I started having the nightmares six months ago.”

But tragedy befalls his family and he decides that he has to go back to his small town in Mississippi, this event an opportunity for him to temporarily part from the life he can no longer stand, but fearfully putting him back in a place that threw him into this lifeless, heartbroken existence in the first place. Six years prior, he hastily left his family–his parents, his brother–and everything he knew as home, without ever returning, without ever explaining.

Once home, he comes face-to-face with Maggie again, old wounds ripping open as he realizes he continues to love her. And shockingly, she has a son, Jonathan. The same young boy from his dream… a boy that looks just like him. At seeing Maggie and her son, his world is turned upside down, settling a heavier weight on his shoulders.

“Old regret throbbed somewhere deep within my chest. Maybe I should have stayed.”

The book alternates between William’s and Maggie’s POV, so we get the opportunity to learn more about Maggie too. She has lived the most miserable life. Growing up with her mom, and her younger sister–all three of them victims of her father’s abuse–only to be thrown into the arms of another abuser, her current husband, Troy. Reading about Maggie’s situation is heart-breaking and painful. She is so beaten down, yet her will to escape flares intermittently, only to be quelled by the tremendous fear she feels for Troy. Six years ago, she had loved William, but because of another awful tragedy that you will read about, she let him go the night they were to run off together and marry.

“I had stayed on the same path that he had tried to save me from. But I had never stopped wanting him. Loving him. He’d fought for me. And I’d let him go without putting up my own fight… I regretted it more than I could ever say, more than I could ever openly admit.”

As you continue to read, you learn about what happened between them that summer they met, that summer they fell in love, that summer when they painfully separated, propelling each of them into their own unique life of hurt. Maggie has continued to suffer heinous abuse, but at seeing William again, and with a growing fear for her son, she wants to leave, only to have Troy threaten to kill her… again. And William is left unsure of what to do.

“I battled to ignore the man who claimed Maggie, the man who claimed my son, the one who stole.”

I don’t want to give away what happens, but ultimately, William and Maggie know they cannot live without each other, but the chain of events that unfurls is chilling. 

I highlighted so many parts of this book, but my two favorite quotes, summarize the major themes.

From Maggie

“Underneath all the scars that lined my body and lined my soul, William saw me. And he loved me as much as I loved him.”

From William

“I leaned down to kiss her, a gentle brush of my lips against hers. Sliding my hand down, I cupped the back of her neck. It was everything that I wanted her to know, that it shouldn’t hurt to be touched, that it was okay to be adored.”

This is a book about strength in the midst of perilous fear, true love in the careful quest to keep those you love safe and a flickering hope battling with hopelessness. I loved it and I know you will too.

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