Blog Tour Review & Giveaway: Where Lightning Strikes by A. L. Jackson

Well….she’s done it again.  Talk about two characters that were a hot mess.  Holy Hell, Batman!

Lyrick and Tamar were both fighting their own pretty serious demons.  They built walls and protected themselves they only way they knew how.  For Tamar, it was developing a persona that pushed people away even though she was crushed by loneliness.  Lyrick used his rock star status to pick from the hordes of women that would throw themselves at him.  It wasn’t until the two of them caught sight of each other that their careful crafted walls and defense mechanisms came crashing down.

Despite his a-holish ways, it was hard not to like Lyrik.  Especially when he began to help Tamar deal with the everything that had happened to her.  You saw all those traits that had Tamar falling for him.  Even when he would push Tamar away with hurtful words and actions, you knew he was fighting against his own demons, brought forth by his feelings for Tamar.  I certainly didn’t agree with what he was doing, but I could understand he was hurting and the only way he could deal with that hurt was to push away the one person he thought was causing the hurt.

Tamar had an unbelievable inner strength.  Even though she thought she was broken and she hid behind her walls.  She had escaped her ordeal.  No matter what else she had done, she had survivied.  She couldn’t see that until Lyrik.  And like two kindred souls, she saw his pain too.  Trying to get him to share and let it go.  But Lyrik ended up being the stronger of the two.  As much as that almost broke her, she knew she couldn’t go back to who she was prior to Lyrik turning her world upside down.

This was a truly touching story of forgiveness.  For these two, it was about forgiving themselves.  Because until that happened, neither one of them was going to ever find their happily ever after.

WHERE LIGHTNING STRIKES

A Bleeding Stars Novel Book 3

By: AL Jackson

Release Day March 22

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My smile faded when I looked back again to where he lingered near the door. My head drifted to the side to take him in as his expression shifted through a thousand emotions.

Regret. Sorrow. Lust.

And a longing that nearly brought me to my knees.

Desire trembled through my body.

I wanted to crawl inside him.

To discover every secret.

Even though I got the crushing feeling knowing him would be the end of me.

Cautiously, he edged forward.

Tall.

Beautiful.

Strong.

The air filled up with him. So thick I wasn’t sure I could breathe.

Gently he wound his fingers through my hair. Not so gently he tugged my head back and pinned me with that stare. Slowly he dipped down, my stomach in a thousand blissful knots as he left a dizzying trail of kisses down my neck.

Soft, silken lips.

Little flicks of tongue.

Tingles spread in a wildfire of sensation.

Then his voice was at my ear. Whispering belief. “Blue.”

Blue. Blue. Blue.

She was so scared and unsure and innocently brave. Because she wanted all the things I’d learned the hard way the world didn’t have to give. But she wanted me to fight for them anyway.

Callused fingertips trailed down my sides, and I trembled when they edged under the hem of my shirt. Skin to skin.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice like gravel.

My answer scraped from my throat. “Yes.”

Lyrik pulled my tee over my head, slow but sure.

A cool rush of air sent a rush of chills skating free across the flames. My chest heaved as Lyrik stared down at me in my jeans and bra. Eating me up with that irresistible intensity.

I knew my eyes were wild as I looked up at him. My pulse hammered and my spirit thrashed.

“Blue,” he murmured again as he went down onto his knees. He peeked up at me every few seconds as he worked the bandage free from my side. My belly shook as he peeled the bandage away and exposed the statement that had been etched into my side over my ribs, from my hip bone to just under my arm pit on the left side. And I knew the area needed to be cleaned. But somehow right then, I didn’t care.

I just wanted him to see.

The four simple letters were written in a big, scrolling font, and swirls and flowers extended from the first and last letters.

Rise.

Lightly, he drummed his fingertips over the design, not quite touching the raw skin.

His unyielding gaze latched onto mine. “I think you already have.”
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