on March 22, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
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Do you know what it feels like right before lightning strikes? How you can feel the current running through your veins? The trembles of warning that ripple through the air? It was a thrill Tamar King chased all her life until it became the very thing she had to escape.
For the last four years, Tamar King has hidden herself in an isolated world she created. She was safe. No one could touch her. Until Lyrik West walked through her door.
He’s the lead guitarist for Sunder and everything she can never have. The dark and beautiful rock star becomes everything she craves.
Lyrik’s life has been devoted to his band and that success has cost him. Bitter, hard, and filled with regret, he refuses to lose himself again, but from the moment he sees her, he wants one night with Tamar King.
The gorgeous bartender is more than he bargained for. Their attraction is consuming. Their desire overpowering. With one touch, they ignite.
But is it worth the cost of getting burned?
She’s a gorgeous nightmare and he’s a wicked dream…
WHERE LIGHTNING STRIKES, a Bleeding Stars Stand-Alone Novel
I received this book from the author/publisher in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.
A.L. Jackson’s Where Lightning Strikes is available today and below I have my review (it was IN-CRED-IBLE!), and excerpt, and a giveaway for you! Definitely pick this one up and enter the giveaway <3
Move over, Jared Holt, A.L. Jackson has given me a new favorite tortured bad-boy to love and his name is Lyrik West! Where Lightning Strikes was just incredible. IN-CRE-DI-BLE. I’ve read and loved all of Amy’s previous books, but something about this one pulled at me a little harder. Pulled me in a little deeper. My Kindle was glued to my hand while at home, and I actually got mad when I had to leave for my nail appt. (and if you know me, you know I cherish my nail time). Luckily my Kindle app on my phone came to my rescue! I read all through the filling and filing and sat in the parking lot reading until I got to a point where I felt it was okay to leave them while I drove home, and still thought about them as I drove. See, Lyrik and Tamar are both a little broken and trying to escape the ugly from their past and figure the other would be a good distraction for a few months . . . but it’s during those few months where the beauty happens—the angsty goodness, watching the two of them become more to each other than they planned. Seeing the pull between these two stubborn-but-perfect-for-each-other-people. I loved all of the beautiful moments and all of the moments that made me cry and, possibly, curse Amy. (I admit nothing). I found myself holding my breath every time they hit a bumpy patch and release it once they were okay. Their story makes me wish the audiobook were available yesterday so I could experience their story over and over again!
Where Lightning Strikes is utterly breathtaking and powerful. It’s a story of finding forgiveness, redemption, and facing your fears. Lyrik and Tamar teach us that despite our past we all deserve to find love and to be loved in return.
Bright lights blinded from above and gleamed against the stark white floor. I hurtled down the narrow hall, desperate for escape.
With every pounding step, I felt the separation grow. A chasm rending and ripping until I felt myself splitting in two.
Gasping for breath, I stumbled out of the building and into the vacancy of the deep, deep night. Wind gusted, tumbling along the surface of the ground, a stir of agitation at my feet.
Above, the storm raged. Clouds dark and heavy and ominous.
Lightning struck. A crackle of energy shocked through the air. Wrapping me in coils of white-hot agony.
For a moment, I gave into it and let myself feel. I lifted my face to the tormented sky, hands gripping my hair as I screamed.
Screamed in anguish.
Screamed in regret.
Screamed loud enough I would never forget.
A crack of thunder opened the sky.
My hands fisted at my sides, and I buried the memory of the way he’d felt in my arms, the memory of his face, in the deepest part of me, sealed it off and cemented my heart.
My spirit grasped and wove with the promise I had made him.
I will never fall in love again.
Not ever again.
Not after tonight.