BLOG TOUR & GIVEAWAY ~ A Stone in the Sea by AL Jackson

A Stone in the SeaTOURBANNER Stone in the Sea-FINAL-highHe wanted nothing at all… Until he found she had everything to give… 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?

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I loved this book.  As I do everything that AL Jackson puts out; she has a way of making the souls of her characters reach out and touch the soul of the reader.  This book was no different.  I also love how she sets the tone of the book without you ever realizing it, for me it’s like I open the pages and see the aura of the book.  I absolutely am in love with Ms. Jackson’s writing style.

I was in so deep.  Drowning in the turbulent waters that were Sebastian Stone.
My face no longer breaking the surface.
And I had no idea if I would make it out alive.

Sebastian Stone is a quintessential bad boy: criminal record, lies, secrets, demons, he has them all.  Under all of that, though, is a tender, broken soul.  A soul that is just trying to protect the people he loves.  He is just a boy who needs someone to see HIM, not rockstar Baz,  lead singer of the band, Sunder  I fell a little bit in love with Sebastian.  Under all of his sharp edges was an achingly beautiful soul that needed to be nurtured, something he had been sorely lacking for most of his life.  He made some, seemingly, horrible decisions, but it was always with the intention of protecting the people whom he loved.

It was always on the stage where I could breathe.
On stage where I belonged.

On stage where I was free.
Without all the burdens of this life.

Shea Bentley.  Me feelings on Shea are a bit more muddy.  She was, primarily, a wonderful person full of redeeming qualities.  The way that she dealt with the life that she was given was incredibly admirable, and on the surface there was nothing to dislike.  But there were secrets lurking below that shiny surface that made me furious, especially in light of how she reacted to Sebastian’s secret keeping.  She was a wonderful friend, an understanding lover, and the only person who could reach those places in Sebastian that no one else dared look for.

And she was chanting my name.  Again and again.  Like it meant something.
And I could feel her storm swarming us, taking us whole. Vapors and whispers of her unknown.

I am completely in love with Sebastian and Shea’s love story.  Without the tragedies and secrets of their pasts, their connection would have been broken at the first hint of trouble. Instead, it was those experiences of the past that helped them see what they were together was something worth fighting for.  There were moments of doubt and hurt.  There was shared pain and joy.  There was great heartbreak.  There was everything that you could ever hope for with another person.  Most of all, there was understanding and acceptance.

Those strange grey eyes roved the darkened crowd that couldn’t appear to be anything more than silhouettes, but it was as if he felt me, was seeking me out.  I whimpered when they locked on me, finding me, and the tether that tied us together stretched thin, awareness blistering between us.
Pulling.
Pulling.
Pulling.

AL Jackson did not disappoint with this story.  All of those things I have come to love and expect when reading her work were there.  And there was more.  It was a beautiful and tragic story, the kind that leaves you thinking of the characters for days after you’ve finished reading.  I am eagerly anticipating the next Bleeding Stars book.

I was falling farther.
A stone in his sea.
Completely drowning in this man.

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I dug in my bag for my keys and slipped the front-door key into the lock, turned the knob, and cracked open the door.

“Goodnight, Baz.” I turned away and went to cross the threshold.

I felt him move before I felt the blazing heat of his hand on my neck, beneath my hair, his thumb at my jaw to force me to look back at him.

Indecision swam through his eyes, voice rough. “You’re beautiful, Shea. Need you to know that.”

Slowly, I shifted, turning to face him, his right hand gliding around to the side of my neck in the same second his left came up to the other side. Holding me. Thumbs ran along the contour of my jaw, strong fingers at my nape tipping back my head.

I felt like I would drown under the intensity of him—my body coming alive—a rapid-fire of sensation licking through my body with the simple touch.

I stopped breathing when he slowly leaned in. His mouth brushed over mine in a feather-light caress.

Once. Twice. Three times.

Testing.

As if he were curious to see what it might feel like.

Like he’d gotten the answer, he gripped my face. There was little movement, just the dizzying sweetness of his lips as they pressed earnestly against my mouth. Baz inhaled, breathing the moment in. I grabbed his wrists to hold him closer as my knees went weak, the man again having the power to evoke the most foolish kind of reaction from me.

He fed from it, I could tell, the way every inch of him hardened and a rumble of pleasure vibrated from his chest.

Spinning us, he pushed me up against the wall. My back hit it with a thud, and his hands were in my hair, yanking me forward in the same second his mouth closed fiercely over mine.

He was no longer gentle, and he swept his tongue along the rim of my bottom lip, teasing at the corner, nipped me once before his tongue slipped inside.

It was an all-out assault.

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aljacksonphotoA.L. Jackson is the New York Times bestselling author of Take This Regret and Lost to You, as well as other contemporary romance titles, including Come to Me Quietly, Come to Me Softly, Pulled, When We Collide, and If Forever Comes.

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. Her favorite pastime is spending time with the ones she loves.

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