Excerpt Reveal: Falling Into You by A.L. Jackson

A Falling Stars stand-alone romance from A.L. Jackson

Coming September 21st

“I should go,” he said, barely able to glance at me. “I sent Rhys a text to pick me up. He should be here in a bit.” 

I nodded frantically. “Okay. Thank you.” The last two words gushed out.

True in their form. 

Thank you. Thank you. 

He edged my way. Each step sent a tremor rocking through my body. Sage eyes caressed me slow. Lust and greed and shame. 

He came to a stop just to the side of where I stood, and he angled in low, rough words grazing my ear, “Don’t thank me, Violet. We both know I’m to blame.” 

There was no questioning what he was referring to had nothing to do with what had happened today. 

He ripped himself away and headed out the door. 

I squeezed my eyes closed almost as hard as I squeezed my fists. Praying for sanity. I could almost hear my daddy calling, Make good choices.

But I wasn’t feeling quite so rational right then. 

I guessed that sometimes things just needed to be said. They could no longer be held or quieted or contained. 

Pulse a thunder, I rushed out into the hall where Richard was getting ready to take the stairs. “I didn’t think I was going to make it. When you left me, when you walked away, I didn’t think I would make it.” 

He froze, his hand on the railing, his head tipping toward the ground. 

Impaled by my confession. Bound by the pain that bled through the admission. While I remained in the darkness of the hall. Wishing I could hide. 

From what he’d done. 

From the way he still made me feel. 

From the fact he was there, destroying me all over again.

Richard warred. His lithe body rippled, sinewy muscle flexing and bowing and twitching. 

With restraint or repulsion, I couldn’t tell which. 

But I realized I had none of it. 

Restraint. 

“How could you just wake up one day and not love me anymore?” The words quivered and shook with hushed misery. “Because I’m still waitin’ on the day when I wake up and I’m no longer in love with you.” 

 I had no time to prepare myself. 

No time to put back up the walls I’d let down. 

Richard was there, a phantom that moved through the shadows. 

A plunderer. 

A thief. 

My love. My life. My greatest downfall.

He pressed me to the wall and planted his hands above my head, that tall, strong body a fortress where it hovered over mine. 

Flames leapt, the air charged. 

A thousand volts of electricity. 

He breathed out a harsh sound, the force of it covering me in his raw, potent energy. 

Trapping me in that haze of seduction that had always hypnotized me. From the first second we’d met.

Crackles of need. Sparks of lust.

His nose ran along the curve of my jaw. 

Inhaling. 

Savoring. 

Remembering. 

Tingles raced, and my belly flipped. 

This was wrong. So wrong. I needed to shove him off. Cling to the reality of what he’d done. 

Feelings were fleeting. 

But the impact of heinous acts were not. 

Thing was, I couldn’t react. I couldn’t move a muscle when his words were coming at me like a drug, “How could one lie negate a thousand truths?” 

Richard took my left hand, and he let his thumb gently trace over the musical note on the inside of my wrist that I’d forever written there. 

An imprint of him.

A sharp breath left me. 

He inhaled it. 

Sucked me down like I was the granter of life. 

Our noses brushed and our chests heaved. 

And I swore, in the middle of us, I saw our spirits tangle. Saw them start to dance and spiral and spin. 

“Liar.” The whisper curled into the air. It was an accusation. A plea. 

“I am,” he grunted. “But loving you was never one of them.”

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About the Author

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, FALLING INTO YOU, releasing September 21st.

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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Cover Reveal: Limitless by Kaylene Winter

Publication date: October 9th 2020
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance

Synopsis:

“She snuck up on me and stole my heart…”

Sexy Viking drummer Jace Deveraux used his genius marketing skills to help propel Less than Zero (LTZ) to the top.

Friends-with-benefits was the only thing he was capable of.

Until free-spirited social media influencer Alexandria LeRoux made him an offer he couldn’t refuse.

Their secret, spontaneous global hookups were decadent, erotic, extraordinary.

For the first time in his life, Jace wants it all

Including a future with Alex.

Will one fateful night destroy his chance with her forever?

“I’ll travel the world for him…”

Ethereal animal-lover Alex had one goal in mind:

Conquer playboy Jace before they both left Seattle.

Her plans for him certainly didn’t include forever.

But their first time was so sublime, it ruined her for anyone else

What’s a girl to do?

Enjoy him in as many countries as possible, that’s what.

Except Alex has her own dreams and they’re already in motion.

Will Jace ever follow her for a change?

Their lives orbit on different courses, but gravity always seems to pull them back together…

Unless a blast from the past blows their chance to smithereens.

LIMITLESS is book 2 in the Less Than Zero Rockstar Romance Series.

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When she was only 15, Kaylene Winter wrote her first rocker romance novel starring a fictionalized version of herself, her friends and their gorgeous rocker boyfriends. After living her own rockstar life as a band manager, music promoter and mover and shaker in Seattle during the early 1990's, Kaylene became a digital media legal strategist helping bring movies, television and music online. Throughout her busy career, Kaylene lost herself in romance novels across all genres inspiring her to realize her life-long dream to be a published author. She lives in Seattle with her amazing husband and dog. She loves to travel, throw lavish dinner parties and support charitable causes supporting arts and animals.

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Spotlight: Trust Fund Fiance by Naima Simone

An intriguing proposal mixes romance and finance…

His friend needs a fiancé to claim a fortune.

But they both know it’s about more than money…

Ezekiel Holloway’s proposition could save his friend Reagan Sinclair’s inheritance and give her the freedom she craves. But when family scandals force Ezekiel to end their fake engagement, the heiress comes up with a counterproposal—and they elope to Vegas after all! Is there something more than mere convenience at stake here?

Excerpt

“Marry me.”

Ezekiel stared at Regan, struck speechless. Dozens of questions bombarded him, and he mentally waded through them, finally settling on the most important one. “What?”

“Marry me,” she repeated, closing the short distance between them, not stopping until her hands fisted the lapels of his suit jacket, her thighs braced against his and that honeysuckle scent embraced him like a long-lost lover.

He swallowed a groan at her nearness, at the feel of her body pressed to his. Lust, hot and hungry, punched him in the gut, then streamed through him in a swollen flood. Desperate to place distance between them so he could f*cking think, he gripped her hips to set her away from him. But touching her backfired. Instead of pushing her back, he held her close, his body rebelling and taking control. Two weeks. It’d been two long weeks.

“Reagan,” he rumbled.

“No, Zeke. Don’t give me all the reasons why we shouldn’t. I don’t care. Do you know where I just came from?” she asked, switching topics with a lightning speed that left him floundering. Between that and his *ick finding cushion against her stomach, he couldn’t keep up. “I just left a restaurant where my father arranged for me to have lunch with Justin McCoy.”

“The hell?” His grip on her tightened. Douglas had set her up with that a**hole?

“Yes.” Reagan nodded as if reading his mind. “Apparently my father considered him a more suitable match than you. A man who uses and throws away women for his own gain rather than you, a man who has been nothing but honorable and unfailingly kind and respectful. I had enough. I walked away from him and his machinations. I’m through allowing him to run my life, to make choices for me out of guilt and loyalty.”

Guilt? What the hell did that mean?

Shoving the questions aside for the moment, he refocused on her. "I understand your anger, believe me, I do, but take a moment and think this through before you make a mistake you can't take back. This decision will cost you your inheritance. It could damage your relationship with your parents. Is this rebellion worth that? Because you're not in…" He couldn't finish that sentence. Couldn't fathom it.

"No, Zeke, I'm not in love with you," she assured him, and he exhaled a heavy breath. Even as an unidentifiable emotion twisted in his chest. "And maybe this is a little bit of rebellion on my part, but it's so much more. I'm taking control—of my choices, my mind, my life. I respect you, Zeke. But this isn't about you. It's about me. About finally becoming the woman I've been too afraid to own. So, from now on, I’m making my own decisions,” she continued. “And that includes you. I choose you, Zeke. And I want you to marry me.”

Jesus, did she know what a delicious temptation she was? How he’d fought following after her that evening he’d let her walk out of his house? That had required strength he hadn’t realized he possessed. Doing it a second time…

No, she might feel certain here in this office, but she was still upset. Could feel very differently in the morning, hell, hours from now. Maybe after they talked this out, she would see—

She rose on her toes and crushed her mouth to his.

Oh f*ck.

His control snapped.

Like a flash fire, the press of her lips to his poured gasoline over the lust that had been steadily simmering. He took possession of that sweet siren’s mouth, claiming it with a thrust of his tongue. Possessing it with a long, wet lick. Corrupting it with an erotic tangle and suck that left little to the imagination about what he wanted from her.

And he wanted it all. In this moment where the lines between platonic friendship and desire incinerated beneath his greedy mouth and her needy whimpers, he wanted everything she had to give him.

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Published since 2009, USA Today Bestselling author Naima Simone loves writing sizzling romances with heart, a touch of humor and snark. Her books have been featured in The Washington Post and Entertainment Weekly, and described as balancing "crackling, electric love scenes with exquisitely rendered characters caught in emotional turmoil.”  She is wife to Superman, or his non-Kryptonian, less bullet proof equivalent, and mother to the most awesome kids ever. They all live in perfect, sometimes domestically-challenged bliss in the southern United States.

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Spotlight: Trolling Nights by Savanna J. Frierson

It only takes a second to fall in love forever.

Navy SEAL Timothy Capshaw is only in Charleston, SC, for the summer. He's not looking for a romance or even a hookup, but when he sees Bevin on his first night out on the town, he knows she's the one for him. 

Coffeehouse owner Bevin Moore is the friend who makes sure everyone makes safe decisions when they go out for their Trolling Nights, the nights where her friends look for a weekend fling. But when she meets Tim, she knows he's the most dangerous choice of all, especially for her heart.

How will Tim convince Bevin he's the man she hasn't known she's been looking for and that the need for her Trolling Nights is over?

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On the drive back, George Strait serenaded her into a catnap. When the car’s rumbling cease, she opened her eyes to see they were in a parking garage. She sensed Tim’s eyes on her in the dimness, and soon, a callused, gentle finger glided down her cheek. She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes, hiding her reaction by unbuckling her seatbelt.

She heard a door open and close, and by the time she was ready to get out, Tim was there, holding her door open and helping her out. Again, Bevin averted her eyes from his. They were too hypnotic. If she stared any longer, she’d probably do something foolish.

Like kiss him.

“Ever been to the Kickin’ Chicken?” he asked, pulling her close to him so he could shut the door.

“Yeah. Good stuff.”

“A bunch of us went last weekend after we took a tour of downtown. First supper I had in Charleston. Loved it. Mind if we go there tonight?”

“Not at all,” Bevin said, and she started walking. Seconds later, Tim was next to her, taking her hand and settling it in the bend of his elbow.

“Trying to leave me back there?” he asked teasingly.

Bevin shook her head, trying to make her stride longer to match his. “Hungry, that’s all.”

“Hmm.”

Streetlamps dappled the sidewalks with soft amber and white glows, and pedestrians in various states of revelry traveled to and fro. Tim kept her close to him, eventually dropping their linked arms to take her hand in his while he weaved them through thick, oncoming traffic. His palm was warm and callused just like his fingers, but Bevin felt completely safe with him.

It disconcerted Bevin immensely. She’d never had her hand held before. She’d never had a guy be protective of her before. Bevin wanted to pull her hand out of Tim’s, so scared she’d become addicted to it…scared she already was. She kept her head bowed, looking at her feet walking over the stone sidewalks, unwilling to risk complete strangers seeing the dilemma in her eyes. Unwilling to risk Tim seeing it.

They entered the restaurant and noticed there was a wait even at this later hour. Tim put them on the list while Bevin went back outside in the mild, Charleston-night air. People were milling about and having a good time, yet Bevin felt out of place. Rarely did she go out alone, even though technically she wasn’t. She was with Tim; Tim, who had come out and stood in front of her as she avoided his gaze again.

“Sugar?”

She shivered, and not from the breeze that had swept down King Street. Bevin wrapped her arms around herself and looked at her feet again.

Tim’s large hands reached out and began rubbing her arms, his thumbs sometimes smoothing over the ball of her shoulders before his hands moved down to his elbows and back up again.

“I don’t like makin’ you nervous, Bevin,” he said quietly.

“I’m not nervous.”

“Then look at me.”

She waited a second before complying. There was nothing but kindness and sincerity in his gaze, and Bevin shut her eyes to them. It was unusual for those two things to be directed at her, especially coming from a man, especially regarding her.

“What are we doing here?” she whispered.

“Dinner?”

“Tim,” Bevin implored. “Are you playing games with me?”

“Look at me,” Tim said again, his voice as hard as the sidewalk underneath her feet. Bevin did, and she tried to step back from the anger and frustration that had replaced his earlier emotions.

“Unless there’s a chessboard or a deck of cards or a Twister mat or a ball between us, I promise there aren’t any games being played,” he said seriously.

Bevin sucked in a slow, deep breath. She couldn’t deny the truth even if she wanted to, and that scared her further. “What about charades?”

Tim frowned at her, then tapped her nose. “Now who’s playing?”

“Tim!” she said on a shocked laugh.

He grinned and drew her into a hug. “Damn, you feel good, baby.” He bent his head low and drifted his nose against hers. “Bevin…”

She put her hand on his jaw, wanted to soothe the tortured tenor from his voice. Tim turned his face to press a kiss to her palm, and he drew back so their eyes would meet.

“If I play games with you, I’ll let you know beforehand; and I’ll guarantee you’ll want to play too.”

Bevin slipped her bottom lip between her teeth, and she saw his eyes arrest on her mouth. He slid fingers through her hair, tucking strands behind her ear.

“We should probably go back inside so we don’t miss our table,” he murmured.

“Okay.”

He tugged her ear and grinned at her, and she rolled her eyes and twisted her mouth to stop her responding smile. He grabbed her hand, linking fingers this time, and took her back into the restaurant. They stood off to the side away from the door and waited about five more minutes before the hostess took them to their table.

“Do you know what you want?” Tim asked as they waited for their server to arrive.

“I’m not that hungry.”

“Well, that’s fascinating. Hungry one moment and not the next.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You ain’t had to call me out like that.”

Laughing, Tim tipped his chin to the menu. “Well, hungry or not, you can always order something and eat it later.”

“True.”

The server appeared, introducing herself and giving them menus. Bevin didn’t appreciate the way the cute blonde woman’s eyes widened with delight at the sight of Tim.

“Back again, I see!” she said, just shy of squealing. “Where are the others?” The server gave a cursory glance at Bevin and frowned. “This a friend?”

“Hello, Darcy, how are you tonight?” Tim asked, giving her a friendly smile.

“Oh, you know how it is,” Darcy said, waving her hand absently and looking at Bevin again. “Aren’t you cute! Are you Ulrich’s little sister?”

Bevin’s jaw dropped slightly, and Tim hid his face behind the menu, even though that wasn’t enough to muffle his snort. Nevertheless, she recovered quickly. “No. Just a friend.”

“Oh,” Darcy murmured, looking at Tim in confusion, but then shrugging. “Y’all like somethin’ to drink?”

“Sweet tea,” Bevin said, her smile as fake as the nails on Darcy’s fingers.

“I’ll have the same,” Tim replied.

“All righty, be back in a jiff!” Darcy said, and practically flounced away from their table.

Bevin cocked an eyebrow and folded her arms at her breasts. “Ulrich’s little sister!”

Tim burst out laughing, unaware or uncaring several diners looked their way. The audacity of that blonde heffa! “Is it that hard to believe you’d have a meal with someone who looks like me?”

Tim was too busy turning red and crying with mirth to answer.

What appetite Bevin had was truly now gone, so when Darcy returned with their drinks and took their orders, flirting with Tim as if she wasn’t sitting right there, Bevin half-heartedly ordered a three-piece chicken strips basket. She knew good and well that thirty minutes later, she’d wrap up the entire meal to go.

“Hey,” Tim said, pointing reaching out a hand toward her sweet tea. “Give me your hand.”

Bevin had been running her fingers up and down the cool glass. “What’s wrong?”

He gave her an exasperated look. “Humor me.”

Nothing had been funny since the moment Darcy had come to their table, but Bevin decided to oblige Tim anyway. He grasped her fingers and brought their knuckles to his lips, then he squeezed her fingers and linked his through hers, setting their joined hands down on the table.

“Tell me a little about yourself,” he said lowly, using his drawl as a deadly weapon against her defenses.

Bevin couldn’t, too distracted by her fingers intertwined with his and his free hand drifting over their interlocked digits. “Ah…”

“Tell me something those in the Femme Crew don’t know about you,” he said, staring at her fingers as if they were the most fascinating things he’d ever laid eyes on.

Bevin had to use her left hand to pick up her sweet tea and she took a long drink. The corner of Tim’s mouth curled into a knowing smile, and Bevin shook her head to deny the delicious effect it had on her.

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Savannah J. Frierson is a USA TODAY best-selling and award-winning author who crafts full, happily-ever-afters for readers who believe transcendent romances are worth the wait. She taps into characters’ softness to show vulnerability as a strength to be embraced and celebrated. Savannah’s characters find empowerment through love, and she hopes her dear readers do too.

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Spotlight: Scandalous Secrets by Synithia Williams

Can they do what’s right…without betraying their hearts?

Senatorial candidate Byron Robidoux always does the right thing. And, after years of focus and dedication, his life and campaign are going exactly to plan—until a blackmailer jeopardizes everything. No one is supposed to know that thirteen years ago, Byron told a lie to protect a college friend. And now that lie could destroy his career…and threaten the woman he never stopped loving.

Zoe Hammond hardly recognizes the refined and handsome politician Byron has become. The last time she saw him, he was the friend who saved her life by claiming to be the father of her unborn baby. For that, she’d do anything for him. Except Byron’s world of wealth, reputation and deceit isn’t a place where Zoe or her daughter belong. But when a menace from the past comes calling again, staying with Byron is best for them all. And, as the searing attraction between them builds, they soon realize some things are worth fighting for…especially love.

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Synithia Williams has loved romance novels since reading her first one at the age of 13. It was only natural that she would one day write her own romance. When she isn’t writing, Synithia works on water quality issues in the Midlands of South Carolina while taking care of her supportive husband and two sons. You can learn more about Synithia by visiting her website, www.synithiawilliams.com. 

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Spotlight: Once in a Blue Moon by Sharon Sala

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Sharon Sala brings you back to Blessings, Georgia

How often do you find a love like this?

Cathy Terry is tired of running. Full of fear and hope, she backpacked across the country to Blessings, Georgia, not knowing if or when her abusive ex-husband would catch up to her. In Blessings she glimpses a safe haven and the closest feeling to home she’s had in a long time—even more so when she meets Duke Talbot. The sweet, strong, and handsome rancher provides a shoulder to lean on. The stakes get higher as the community embraces her and her relationship with Duke deepens—but can Cathy claim a new home and family before her past claims her?

Excerpt: 

Duke loved this time of year. The leaves on the trees were as varied and colorful as the old patchwork quilts they’d slept under as children. And the sky today was a clear, cloudless blue—the same color as Cathy’s eyes.

The cows saw him driving across the pasture and looked up, hoping to see he was slowing down, which meant they would get fed. But when he kept driving, some moved beneath a small stand of shade trees, while others moved to the feeders with the big, round bales.

Duke had put up the cameras within a couple of hundred yards’ radius and facing the direction where the rustlers had come in before.

He walked a few yards into the trees to pick up the first cam and took it down. Out of curiosity, he stopped and rewound it to watch some of the footage and grinned at the view he’d caught of the backside of a boar raccoon waddling through the woods. He fast-forwarded through the minutes with nothing, then watched the footage of two black squirrels foraging on the ground.

There was more to be seen, but he could watch it at home if he wanted, so he packed it up, then started walking through the trees to the next location, where he retrieved the cam and put it in his backpack before moving on to the last.

As Duke approached the tree where he’d mounted it, he noticed a lot of paw prints in the area. They were from either dogs or coyotes, and if there was a pack of dogs running in the area, he wanted to play the tape back to see.

He was all the way on yesterday’s footage before he saw the coyote, and then it turned to face the camera. Duke gasped, watching as the coyote started staggering toward the camera, its head down, swinging slightly from side to side and foaming at the mouth. At that point he groaned, then stopped the camera.

The hair stood up on the back of his neck as he looked around at where he was standing. He’d only seen an animal with rabies maybe twice in his life, but the coyote he caught on the trail cam exhibited all of the symptoms.

They had to find it and put it down before it spread the disease to other animals. Something like that could easily become an epidemic. He needed to get home and call the county wildlife department and then notify the neighbors.

Duke drove home as fast as he could, then ran into the house carrying the cameras. He dumped them on the kitchen table and headed for the office. He had a friend who used to work for the county wildlife department and would know what to do and who to call.

He sat down without bothering to take off his jacket, found the number on an old business card, and made the call, then waited for someone to answer. This was the last number he’d had for Will, and he hoped it was still good.

And then the call was answered.

“Wildlife Animal Control, this is Carol.”

“Yes, ma’am. I’m trying to locate a ranger by the name of Will Polson. Does he still work there?”

“Yes, who’s calling please?”

“Tell him it’s Duke Talbot.”

Duke was put on hold, giving him time to put his cell phone on speaker. And then he heard a familiar voice and smiled.

“Well, hello, Duke Talbot! How the heck are you? Are you still out on the family farm?”

“Hi, Will. We’re doing good here, and yes, I’m still here. Listen, we have a problem out here. We had some trouble with cattle rustlers on the farm, so I put up some trail cams in the area, hoping if they came back I’d catch them. But they recently got themselves arrested. Today I went to take down the cameras and had quite a shock when I saw what was on the last one. It was a very obviously rabid coyote, and the last thing we need to have happen is to let this disease spread. There are a lot of farms around here, and people with kids and pets who roam the hills and creeks, not to mention the other wildlife that could get infected.”

“Oh man, this isn’t good. We haven’t had to deal with a rabies case in months,” Will said. “What were the date and time when you caught it on film?”

“Yesterday about this time of day,” Duke said.

“There’s no telling where it is by now, but I’ll get a crew together and head your way. You might notify as many neighbors as you can about the problem. Tell them to keep their dogs up until we find it. You said you’re still on the family farm?”

“Yes. Do you need an address?”

“Nope. I still remember how to get there. Can we drive up to the area?” he asked.

“Yes. To a point, and then the trees will be too dense. It will all be on foot from there.”

***

Excerpted from Once in a Blue Moon by Sharon Sala. © 2020 by Sharon Sala. Used with permission of the publisher, Sourcebooks Casablanca, an imprint of Sourcebooks, Inc. All rights reserved.

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SHARON SALA has over one hundred books in print and has published in five different genres. She is an eight-time RITA finalist, five-time Career Achievement winner from RT Book Reviews, and five-time winner of the National Reader’s Choice Award. Writing changed her life, her world, and her fate. She lives in Norman, Oklahoma.

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