Sebastian Stone, Sunder front man and guitarist with a rap sheet
about ten miles long, escaped to Savannah,
Georgia, to get away from the trouble he’d caused.
Not find more of it.
The moment he saw Shea Bentley, he saw beneath
all her sweet and innocence to something that went deeper.
Darker.
Their relationship was
built on secrets; their love built on lies.
Sebastian never imagined
how deep her secrets went.
When the past and
present collide, Sebastian and Shea find themselves fighting for a future
neither believed they deserved. Their passion is consuming and their need
unending.
Now, holding the truth
in his hands, Sebastian is faced with sacrificing everything he’s come to love
to protect Shea and his family.
Two
pasts intertwined.
Two
lives bound.
Will their demons drown
them or will Shea and Sebastian finally learn to breathe?
Drowning to Breathe
A Bleeding Stars Novel,
Book 2
EXCERPT
Lust and love fought for dominance in his expression when he tore himself away, and he slammed my door shut and ran around to his side. I didn’t hesitate to shift in my seat, my hand going to the flat, rigid planes of his abdomen as he shifted hard, tires squealing as he took to the street. I kissed at his neck and teased at his ear, fingers toying with the waistband of his jeans, while he groaned and tried to focus on the road.
“You tryin’ to kill me, Shea?”
I gasped when the car jerked and Sebastian made a sudden, sharp turn, and then another. He screeched to a stop on a deserted side street.
A fog of lust clouded my mind as I was yanked back onto his lap, my knees on either side of his legs, his needy cock grinding at the seam of my cut-off shorts as his mouth overtook mine.
Oh. God.
I moaned, fingers digging into his shoulders.
I arched up and pressed my breasts to his chest. They ached with just a glimmer of the need throbbing between my thighs.
Hot hands gripped the outside of my hips, forcing me back down on his dick that strained from his jeans.
I might have been on top, but he was definitely in control.
“Fuck, baby…what have you done to me…what have you done to me? Dying to be inside you. Have to feel you. Need you so bad.”
“You have me.”
SEE WHERE IT ALL BEGAN!
Sunder lead singer and guitarist Sebastian Stone has
everything—fans, fame, and fortune. He also has a heart full of bitterness and
a reputation for a short-fused temper. But an outward reputation rarely reveals
the true man inside. Facing assault charges after trying to protect his younger
brother, Sebastian is sent to Savannah, Georgia to lie low until the dust
settles in L.A.
Shea Bentley is beautiful, kind, and hiding from the very
lifestyle Sebastian has always embraced.
When the mysterious, tattooed stranger begins hanging out at the
bar where she works, Shea is quick to recognize he is nothing but trouble, but
she's helpless to the way her body lights up every time his intense gray eyes
tangle with hers.
They both soon find themselves drowning in a sea of desire and
passion that won’t let them up for air.
Sebastian knows firsthand secrets never die, and he’s not the only one who’s hiding them.
Loving someone always comes with a price. But will it be Shea’s
past that costs them everything?
a Rafflecopter giveaway
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A.L. Jackson
is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary and new adult romance.
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.
Connect with
A.L.
Jackson online:www.aljacksonauthor.com
To stay up to date with important news
on A.L. Jackson, including new releases, sales, and exclusive specials and
excerpts, text “jackson” to 96000 to subscribe!
No comments:
Post a Comment