Catch Me When I Fall (Falling Stars #2) by A.L. Jackson
Cover: LJ Designs
Photo: Wander Aguiar
RELEASE DATE: JUNE 1ST, 2020
From New York Times best-selling author A.L. Jackson, an exquisite new romance available in audio-first!
Sometimes trying to catch a star will light your whole world on fire….
Emily’s entire existence is wrapped up in touring with her up-and-coming country rock band Carolina George and trying to build them into a music legend. Her passionate night with a gorgeous, tattooed bad boy was the result of too much time on the road, too much tequila and combustible physical chemistry. It was never supposed to follow her into the light of day, much less threaten everything she and the band have worked so hard to create.
Royce’s night with the lead singer of Carolina George was the worst mistake of his life. He needs the band to sign on to his record label or his family will pay the price. But will his irresistible attraction to Emily destroy his carefully laid plans?
Royce’s past is littered with mistakes and heartache – will his love for Emily be just one more tragedy?
Excerpt Catch Me When I Fall by A.L. Jackson
Red and blue lights whirled through the deepest night, reflecting against the heavy clouds that
hugged the city in a hazy glow.
I raced down the dank alley, my footsteps pounding through the black puddles and dirt and debris.
Maybe if I ran hard enough, I might be able to escape.
Jagged panting rose into the dense air, aggression and fear and hatred a pulsing ache in my arteries.
Thunder rumbled, a dark, ominous warning that twisted through the heavens, and I lifted my face to
the tiny droplets of rain that began to pelt from the sky, burning cold against my heated skin.
What had I done?
I pushed harder, desperation seeping all the way to my bones as the sound of sirens grew louder.
Agony clutched my spirit, time slipping as I darted through a tunnel of hopelessness that I knew led
to a dead end.
I skidded out of the alleyway and hit the sidewalk.
My ribs were gripped in a searing blaze of pain from the blows I’d sustained.
I sucked for breath. For relief.
It didn’t matter. It had been worth it. There’d been nothing that could have stopped me from
seeking this revenge.
The taste of vengeance still danced on my tongue.
Violence lighting a path through my veins.
Whirling lights closed in from behind, and another cruiser came at me from ahead. Blocking me in.
Nothing left to give, I dropped to my knees in the middle of the street.
I tipped my head up to the rain that began to pound harder, and I roared.
Roared in surrender and anguish.
But with it was a shout of victory.
Blood dripped from my mangled, torn knuckles like evidence signed on the pavement.
I had no place to go.
No place to escape.
I’d already been convicted.
The reason didn’t count.
None of it mattered, anyway, because I’d do it all over again.
A thousand times.
Give up everything like an offering.
Condemning myself was the one sacrifice I could make.