Prologue
I raced out of the suite and down the hall. The wall of windows to my left overlooked the pool and yard just beyond.
A storm bared down. Gusts of wind that lashed through the trees. It sent them whipping and shivering and howling beneath the moon that burned through a thin break in the clouds.
My heart raced as I took in the man who was a shadow beneath it, his shoulders hitched high as he strode across the yard toward his little home.
If he even had one.
The man lost.
A wanderer who raged as he searched through the Earth for where he fit.
I wanted to carve out a place for him. Show him what it was like to belong. To be treasured and loved, the way he showed me without asking for a thing in return.
I burst through the door, pummeled by a squall of wind.
A fierce fury that blasted through the air.
“What if I don’t want you to go?” I shouted above it. “What if I want you to stay, right here, with me?”
In the distance, he froze, as if he had been impaled by the plea. Staked to the spot.
Slowly, he turned. Rain began to pelt from the sky.
“I keep telling you that you don’t want me. That you don’t have the first clue what you’re asking for.”
I didn’t.
I didn’t have the first clue what he was going to do to me.
If he would love me or if he would wreck me.
Maybe I should have turned my back right then.
Taken heed of the warning that flashed across his gorgeous face.
But I stepped out into the rain.
And I took the chance . . .
Chapter One
Mia
“Are you okay?” Lyrik asked just loud enough for me to hear over the din of live music that echoed through the air. A clatter of voices and laughter mingled with it, glasses clinking as the sounds of the extravagant party carried around us.
My older brother had hauled me into a deserted hallway where we were hidden from view of the rest of the guests who overflowed his mansion, the man holding tight to my elbow as he searched my face.
I got the sense he was worried it was the only way he could keep me from floating away.
“Lyrik, I’m fine.” As fine as I could be with my heart a jackhammer in my chest.
Nerves rattled.
Breaths jagged and shallow and exposing everything I wanted to keep hidden from my brother.
You know, the straight up lie I was spouting.
But sometimes telling them were the only way to get by.
Lyrik caught it. Did I expect anything else? He’d always read me better than anyone.
Dark eyes flared as he glowered down at me. “Bullshit.”
“I don’t know what you want me to say. That I freaked out? That I overreacted? Or that I really was scared?”
All of the above.
I didn’t know how to fix it short of locking myself in a room forever and never coming out.
Lyrik would probably think that was a fantastic idea.
“Honestly, if it was my choice, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight.”
A mix between affection and disbelief rumbled in my chest.
I knew him, too. Knew him inside and out and back again. And that meant I knew he was hurting almost as badly as me.
Worried.
Aching for a way to take it away, to make it better, and realizing it didn’t matter how much fame had come his way or how many zeroes he had sitting in his bank accounts, he had no power over this.
What was done was already done.
Buried six feet underground.
“That is ridiculous and impossible and you’re being overbearing again,” I tried to reason, to calm him down. I was riddled with enough anxiety for the two of us.
“I’ll show you ridiculous,” he warned, glancing around like the monster would suddenly make himself known in the middle of one of the biggest galas of the year. “Told you the lengths I’d go, Mia. Wasn’t joking.”
“And you know I would never ask that of you. This isn’t your responsibility. You’ve already done enough.”
Lyrik scowled.
I swore, the man appeared nothing less than a demon in the shadows of the private hall, towering over me while I tried to remain standing and not break down from the accidental brush of a stranger’s hand.
Lately, crowds and I hadn’t been friends.
Problem was, being alone was worse.
“Who was it? Just point him out, and he’s out on his ass. No questions. Not gonna tolerate that kind of bullshit going down under my roof. Asshole should know better.”
“That’s not necessary, Lyrik.” My head shook as I gathered myself. “He . . . caught me off guard, that’s all. He didn’t even mean to touch me. I’m sorry that I made you worry.”
There’d just been something in the stranger’s seedy eyes that had sent my mind spiraling back to what had happened at my gallery three weeks ago. Something that had sent me running out of the room, close to suffering a full-blown panic attack.
A reel of dark, cruel images hitting me.
Frame after frame.
In that second, the only thing my mind could process was the memory of the evil glaring out from under that mask.
Lyrik stared down at me with stark brotherly concern.
All black hair and even darker eyes.
“Don’t you dare apologize, Mia. There isn’t one goddamn thing for you to be sorry for. None of this is your fault.” His brow drew tight in emphasis, like he’d somehow taken on some of the blame.
A self-conscious breath huffed from between my lips. “Are you joking, Lyrik? I’ve become nothing but a burden to you and Tamar. You’re constantly on edge, and I know you haven’t been sleeping.”
His expression darkened. “Yeah, well that bastard is still out there. Loose. Not gonna rest until he’s behind bars. Or dead.”
Grief grasped me by the throat.
This sticky, heavy sensation that made it close to impossible to breathe.
“And you know the detective has concluded it was random. A botched robbery. I’m not in any danger,” I choked out around the clot of devastation.
Wishing there was some way to accept that conclusion. To find peace that wouldn’t seem to come. I didn’t know if it ever would.
“Not a chance I’m willing to take,” he grunted, gritting his jaw.
My big brother was tall and thin. Wiry, even. Oh, but he left no illusion that he was one to be toyed with.
He was nothing but rippling, lean, packed muscle. Exuding a vibe that promised he’d strike faster than any ill-intention someone might have.
I’d seen it plenty of times.
Lyrik West wasn’t talk. He was straight—I-will-fuck-you-up-and-I-won’t-apologize-later—action.
He’d ridded himself of his tux jacket and rolled up the sleeves. Every inch of skin it revealed was covered in the gruesome designs he’d permanently etched on his flesh. I knew he’d done it because he thought he needed the reminder of the evil that lived within.
Only I knew better.
He had angel’s wings hiding under all that brash, hard exterior.
And it wasn’t like I could hold his looks against him. If it weren’t for the handful of years separating us, we probably could have passed as fraternal twins.
“And I’m staying here with you. Just like you asked me to.” In emphasis, I touched his arm. “So you need to rest in that. Tonight is supposed to be fun. Your entire band is here. Your best friends. Your brothers. And the only thing you’re doing is worrying about me.”
“You think I care about the party?” he demanded, his face angling down close to mine. “You think I give a flying fuck about any of these pricks roaming around here like they are better than the rest of the world? Only thing I care about is my crew. My family. Tamar and Brendon and Adia. You and Penny and Greyson. Rest can burn. So, don’t give me this bullshit that you’re some kind of burden, yeah? Because I would gladly die before I let someone get to you.”
Lyrik edged back, shoved his hands in his pockets, and smirked. “But that won’t be necessary. I will raze the whole fuckin’ city before anyone gets between me and you or my family. You understand what I’m sayin’?”
A quirk of a smile edged my mouth. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’re a badass. I get it,” I teased.
Only thing it did was cause his smirk to expand. “Hey. Everyone needs a badass on their side.”
“Like I said—ridiculous.” I tried to shove off the rush of emotions. My heart expanding with the love I had for him.
Lyrik had always taken the time to make sure I knew I was something important in the middle of his great big world.
I forced some levity into my tone. “And newsflash, Lyrik. I don’t need you to go around thinking you need to protect me the way you used to do. I’m not a little girl anymore.”
So maybe he’d tried to chase off every boyfriend I’d ever had.
He touhed my cheek. “Yeah, well you’ll always be my baby sister. Get used to it.”
“I’m going to survive this, you know.” It came out a whisper.
Chest trembling with grief and the hope I refused to let go.
His smile was soft. “You’re the strongest person I know. Most wouldn’t be standing here right now. You’re going to be okay, Mia. I promise you that.”
“I have too much good to fight for not to be.” A fresh round of emotion crawled my throat.
I beat it down, refusing to feel it.
I felt desperate for a reprieve.
To forget.
Just for tonight.
I forced a bright smile to my face. It was a wonder that it was only half-faked. “Let’s just forget about it all right now. Okay? You have important people here to entertain.”
My attention drifted to the right, to the main room of his gorgeous Hollywood Hills home. It was crawling with guests for the fundraiser he and his wife, Tamar, hosted each year.
You couldn’t turn a corner without running face-first into an A-list celebrity.
The most loved musicians and the most sought-out actors.
Directors and managers and producers.
There were the up and coming and others that couldn’t step out on the street without being recognized.
Of course, there were some no-names like me, wide-eyed and unsure and hovering on the fringes in hopes they’d remain unnoticed, while others were clearly waiting for an opportunity to reach out and sink in their claws, salivating for a taste of the fame and fortune you could feel oozing from the bodies that overflowed the space.
“Fuck ‘em.”
So Lyrik.
I rolled my eyes. “Um . . . your wife put a lot of work into this whole thing, and you’re raising money for a good cause.”
“You’re my good cause.”
“Lyrik.” It was nothing but exasperation.
“What?” he deadpanned.
A heavy sigh pilfered free. “I love you. Adore you. I’m pretty sure you’re the most wonderful man on the planet.”
Men like him were rare.
Hell, I was beginning to think they had become obsolete.
Loneliness swelled.
With everything, it shouldn’t even be a consideration or thought.
But it didn’t matter that I knew better. There were just times . . . times when I wished I had someone to turn to the same way as they could turn to me. Someone who wrapped me up in their arms at night and whispered that everything would be okay.
“Go. Be with your wife. Your friends. Enjoy tonight. Just . . . let me try to do the same. Please.”
Not possible.
But at least I could give him an out.
And I was trying.
Trying to act normal. To put on a good show. If the rest of his guests who were parading around in all their diamonds and exaggerated smiles could do it, no cares in sight, then I could do it, too, right?
“I mean, seriously . . . this is ridiculous, Lyrik. You have Dreams Don’t Die playing on your freaking patio.” I lowered my voice like it was some kind of secret.
Believe me, it was a big freaking deal. I’d had to stifle a squeal when I’d gone into the kitchen earlier and found Sean Layne digging around in the refrigerator.
Fangirl (almost) down.
It wouldn’t have been pretty.
And let’s be clear, I was so not into musicians. I’d sworn off that kind of heartbreak a long time ago.
I’d witnessed enough through Lyrik and his friends.
They were too passionate.
Too volatile.
Too much trouble.
I did not have the time nor the heart for that kind of stress in my life.
But still . . . Sean Layne.
Lyrik hiked a casual shrug. “We own them.”
Right.
Of course, they did.
My big brother was the lead guitarist of Sunder, one of the most popular bands in the world, a band that now owned their own record label, spearheaded by their original lead singer, Sebastian Stone.
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Leif, drummer for an upcoming Country music band. He is a mand shrouded in darkness. There is an edge to his. You know that his wounds run deep. He is running from his past but also from the future. Leif is a man who has a protective instinct but thinks that he can protect by not getting to close to anyone.
Mia, the sister of a world-famous Rockstar. She is also running from her emotions, but also running towards safety and stability for h...
Leif, drummer for an upcoming Country music band. He is a mand shrouded in darkness. There is an edge to his. You know that his wounds run deep. He is running from his past but also from the future. Leif is a man who has a protective instinct but thinks that he can protect by not getting to close to anyone.
Mia, the sister of a world-famous Rockstar. She is also running from her emotions, but also running towards safety and stability for her family. She is a single mom with a young daughter of 11 and a 2-year-old son. She has been the victim of a violent crime, losing her best friend during a armed robbery. But there is something personal about these crimes. Mia leaves LA with her children and joins her brother for a summer in Savannah.
This was my first book by AL Jackson and I really enjoyed it. I would say this is a darker romance. But the authors writing style it is more alluded too than blatantly stated. The writing in the book is very good. It was intriguing to me. It is like nothing I have ever read before. It was written in an almost poetic styling. I would say it almost feels like a sonnet or Alliterations.
This was a 5/5 read for me. I will be diving in to book two of the series.
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Kiss the Stars is the first book in the Falling Stars series. It features Mia West, who is the sister of rock-star Lyrik from the book Where Lightning Strikes, and Leif Godwin who is the drummer for the country band Carolina George. Mia is a single mother of two: Penny is eleven and Greyson is two years old. When a senseless crime rocks Mia West’s entire world, she agrees to spend the summer hiding out at her brother’s mansion in Savannah until the storm blows over. Leif fi...
Kiss the Stars is the first book in the Falling Stars series. It features Mia West, who is the sister of rock-star Lyrik from the book Where Lightning Strikes, and Leif Godwin who is the drummer for the country band Carolina George. Mia is a single mother of two: Penny is eleven and Greyson is two years old. When a senseless crime rocks Mia West’s entire world, she agrees to spend the summer hiding out at her brother’s mansion in Savannah until the storm blows over. Leif finds himself at the guest house of this mansion when he is asked to temporarily fill in as a drummer for Lyrik's band.
"I'm no savior. You can be sure of that. But I'll gladly stand in the flames if it means keeping you from the fire."
The chemistry between Leif and Mia was really strong. They both have things they are dealing with both in past in present time. This opened up the way to some very suspenseful moments. Especially Leif has things he needs to handle before he can think of a future with Mia. He did his best to let Mia know that he wasn't good for her, but all of his actions show a different thing. He doesn't think he deserves her, but Mia isn't that easily pushed away. Also the way Leif interacted with Mia's kids was so beautiful. I especially loved the relationship he created with Penny, who was pretty shy. Both Mia and Leif were great characters and I enjoyed getting to know them. Both did a great job in healing each other. There was some suspenseful moments that had me on the edge of my seat, and I really wished there was more of that throughout the book. I think I mentioned this before in other reviews, but I really think AL Jackson would write a great romantic suspense novel.
"I wanted to carve out of place for him. Show him what it was like to belong. To be treasured and loved, the way he showed without asking for a thing in return."
Kiss the Stars was a great introduction to the Falling Stars series. I hope the other books are going to focus on the other three members in the Carolina George band. We briefly meet them in this book and I really liked them. I also loved being reunited with my favorite characters from the Bleeding Stars series. It was fun seeing what all of them were up to. This book was romantic, suspenseful, emotional, and funny as well. It really made me feel warm inside. AL Jackson has a way with words, and she really knows how to captivate and mesmerize me with it. I always end up highlighting a lot of quotes when I am reading her book. I recommend this book if you like your romance with a bit of suspense added to it. Also pick it up if you are a fan of the single parent trope, or if you like your heroes to be a bit broody and broken. Also him being a musician doesn't hurt at all.
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