He 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?
I don’t know how AL Jackson does it but with each book
she publishes, she keeps getting better.
Setting the bar higher and delivering emotion packed stories from start
to finish. A Stone in the Sea was no
different. From page one until the end I
was captivated. In true AL Jackson
fashion she grabs your heart, fills it with angst, and hands it back to you,
never to be the same again.
I absolutely loved Sebastian Stone. A rocker, a bad boy,
a man trying to take care of his family.
He is sent to Georgia with his band to lay low, for a while, and meets
the beautiful, mysterious Shea. She has
secrets that she is hiding too, and when these two come together you will cheer
for them until the finish.
I loved reading the different POV’s, being able to get
into both of their heads. I absolutely
love how strong Shea is. Sebastian has
quickly moved to the top of my BBF list, and I can’t wait to see what else is
coming from Amy.
Anyone that is a fan of AL Jackson, will love this
book. Do yourself a favor and move it to
the top of your TBR.
⟿JAMIE♡♡
I froze when I felt the presence behind me. The song
slowly blinked out, the last note lingering in the dense air, before I slowly
looked over my shoulder to find Shea. Thoughtful eyes met mine in all their
warmth—covering me, pulling me in, dragging me under.
“You play,” she said, a statement rather than a
question.
“A little,” I said with a shrug.
She scoffed. “I would hardly classify that as a little.”
She shuffled toward me, barefoot, and still wearing that robe. “You have a
beautiful voice,” she whispered, and again it took on that reverent tone, like
she was recognizing something inside me I didn’t see.
She ran her fingers up the back of my neck and into my
hair, and I lifted my head to it and tried not to moan like a girl when she
pressed her hot mouth to my Adam’s apple, kissing me there like the temptress
she was.
“Such a beautiful, beautiful voice for a beautiful,
beautiful man.” The words vibrated against my throat.
“Shea.” My response was hoarse, uttered toward the
ceiling as she kissed up and down my throat. With her daughter’s innocent face
running like a reel through my mind, I searched inside myself for some kind of
resolve. For courage. For a speck of integrity. “I should go. I shouldn’t be
here. I shouldn’t have stayed. Shouldn’t have come back.”
Never should have come in the first place.
“You’re exactly where I want you to be,” she coaxed
against my skin.
“Shea.” It was a plea for one of us to find reason.
“Please,” she whispered, hands sinking into my
shoulders.
Weak.
Weak.
Weak.
That’s what she made me.
Groaning, I gave, because she already had me, and I
swiveled a fraction, grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her onto my lap. She
was quick to straddle me, a smile taking over her face as I palmed her ass, all
those waves of shiny soft hair falling down around us.
“It’s hardly fair, you know,” she said.
“What’s not fair?”
“You…looking the way you do. Then you turn around and
have a voice like that? Singing and playing that way?” She pulled back with a
grin. “Tell me you don’t play guitar. You know what they say, a man with a
guitar automatically becomes ten times sexier than any other guy in the room.”
I curbed a snort.
Didn’t I know it.
And that was exactly the shit I’d come to hate.
“Pair that with this face and this body…” she continued,
purely playful.
Any other girl started talking like that and I’d have
tossed her from my lap.
Instead, I kneaded my fingers deeper into the flesh of
her ass, rocking her into my cock that was at the ready and begging for more.
Shivers rolled through her. “…and I would say you’re
irresistible, Sebastian Stone.”
“Is that all you want me for…my body?” I teased, running
my hands up her back, eliciting a pleasured whimper from her.
Fingertips played across my chest, and her expression
turned vulnerable, that storm collecting speed. “Yeah. I do want this body.”
Those fingers fluttered up to my jaw. “And I want this face.”
Eyes not leaving mine, she slowly leaned down and kissed
me over my heart. “Most of all, I want this,” she murmured, hiding nothing,
laying herself bare.
A.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 If Forever Comes, Pulled
and When We Collide, as well as the New Adult Romance Come To Me Quietly due
out January 7, 2014. 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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