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A second-chance, small town romance from NYT and USA Today bestselling author A.L. Jackson

My daddy warned me never to fall for a boy like Jace Jacobs . . .
The second I saw him walk through the door, I knew he was trouble.
A gorgeous rebel with a bad attitude and a huge chip on his shoulder.

My heart warned me. I didn’t listen.
I fell hard and fast.
He promised we’d be together forever, and then left me with a broken heart.

Now, ten years later, Jace Jacobs is standing at my door.
Sexier than he’s ever been.
Provocative and commanding.
Successful and powerful.
The man I always knew he would become.
But I promised myself I’d never lose my heart to him again.

Even time couldn’t dim our chemistry. One glance of his intense eyes, and I become weak. One brush of his hand, and he brings me to my knees.

Little do I know, Jace holds the key to everything I’ve lost and everything that threatens my future.
Now he will either save me, or he will break me all over again . . .

A small town forbidden romance from NYT and USA Today bestselling author A.L. Jackson

People call me callous. Arrogant. Ruthless.
I call myself tenacious.
One of the most powerful attorneys in Charleston, I don’t let anyone or anything stand in my way.
Until a chance encounter changes everything.

One glance.
One touch.
One night.
It only leaves me wanting more.

But Grace is off limits.
Most people would even say forbidden.

Everyone knows an attorney can’t sleep with his client.
Too bad I already did.
And even with the threat of losing everything, I don’t know if I can stop myself from having her again...

A single-parent, second-chance romance from NYT and USA Today bestselling author A.L. Jackson

Izzy Lane was everything I never deserved.

Sweet and kind.

Beautiful in a way that stole my breath.

I started crawling through her window when I was just a boy to escape the brutality of my father.

She became my best friend.

My safe haven.

The girl I’d do anything to protect.

Only what she really needed protecting from was me.

I left town when Maxon Chambers broke my heart at seventeen.

For years, he refused my calls.

It devastated me even more when he pretended we’d never existed.

Thirteen years later, I’m back with the son he doesn’t know we share.

Now, he’s grown into a man I know I should resist, but who makes my knees weak.

Sexier than sin and more tempting than ever.

A detective on the Charleston force, he lives on the outside of safety, devoted to protecting the people of his city.

But with the way he’s looking at me now? I’m pretty sure what needs protecting is my heart.

Can we mend the pieces of us? Or will the danger that ruined our pasts steal the hope of our future…

Rays of blinding light streaked through the moss-covered
branches that stretched across the old dirt road like a living canopy.

It was a road we’d walked together what seemed
like a thousand times.

It was our secret spot.

Our sacred spot.

He stared at me from where he stood five feet from
me. Big hands stuffed in the pockets of his ripped jeans and guilt written on
the lines of his perfect face.

“I don’t care what anyone thinks.” The words
poured from my mouth, begging for him to hear.

To listen.

To finally, truly understand.

“I don’t care what kind of trouble we’re in. The
only thing that matters to me is that you’re standing right there in front of
me.”

Sadness crested his features. Face masculine and
striking. Every time I looked at him, it twisted something deep inside me. My
love for him was bigger—more important—than anything else in my small, little
world.

But that was the thing when I looked at him.

I saw great things. A future spanning out in front
of us that would go on forever.

But it was the expression he wore this afternoon
that scattered the butterflies in a shock of fear and sent dread gushing in to
take their place.

“It doesn’t matter, Faith? How can you say that?”
His voice was bitter and hard, every bit of disgust cast at himself.

I took a pleading step forward. “It doesn’t. The
only thing that matters is you and me.”

He took a weary step back. It kicked up a plume of
dust to hover around his old, worn shoes. “You matter, Faith. Who you are and
who you’re going to be matters. And I won’t stand in the way of that any
longer.”

Tears burned my eyes. “No.”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry. The last thing I
ever wanted to do was hurt you, but that seems to be the only thing I can do.
What happened last night is proof of that. It ends right now.”

His broad shoulders heaved as he forced himself to
turn around, bitterness and self-imposed rage coming from him in waves as he
started up the road.

Panic filled my chest. A crushing force against my
aching heart. I rushed for him. “Jace . . . please, don’t do this. Don’t leave
me.”

My fingertips brushed down his back. I swore that
I could see the snap of energy crackle from the connection. The way it’d always
been. This boy my fire.

I could feel his burn when he whirled around. A
gasp raked from my lungs when he suddenly captured my face in both of his
hands. Those eyes searched my face.

A tender memorization that contradicted everything
about this hard boy.

My heart stampeded when he dipped down and took my
mouth.

His lips were soft and rough.

Possessive in their goodbye.

I knew that was what it was.

I could feel him taking pieces of me when he
dropped his forehead against mine and breathed me in, his eyes squeezed tightly
closed.

Pain radiated from him like the heat waves that
held to the sticky, summer air.

He reached out and gripped me by both of the
shoulders, pushing away from me as if he had to physically pry himself free.

Stripping and ripping and ruining.

The second he stepped back, I could feel the tear
run through the center of me.

His gaze remained fixed on the ground when he
reeled back around, his head dipped low because he couldn’t bring himself to
look at me as he went.

So, it was me who had to watch him go.

I couldn’t stop staring as he trudged up the
deserted lane. Spikes of sunlight slanted through the spindly branches,
covering him in a golden, glittering light.

So bright he appeared unreal. Tall and strong and
gorgeous in his rough, raw way.

An angel in tattered,
demon’s clothes.

He’d always viewed himself as the town pariah. The
outcast.

The outlaw.

Bringing trouble to everything he touched.

But that troubled boy was my shining star. He’d
taught me to have faith that people were so much more than their
exteriors and their reputations. Made me have faith that destinies
weren’t based on our circumstances but rather what we made of them.

In that moment, I had faith he’d come to
his senses. Stop and turn around and realize we were always supposed to be
together. No matter what.

But he didn’t.

He just let the connection pull and pull and pull
with each of his steps until my heart finally ripped under the strain of it.

It shredded me right in two.

That was the day Jace Jacobs walked out of my
life.

And I swore I’d never be fool enough again to let
him back in it . . .