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Blog Tour Review & Giveaway - Come To Me Quietly by A.L. Jackson - 5+ Stars

There aren't many writers like A.L Jackson.  Only a handful of books could consume my heart and soul, and Come To Me Quietly is one of them.  If this book isn't on your list, add it or buy it now.  Check out my review, excerpt and author giveaway.

Come To Me Quietly Blog Tour!
Title: Come To Me Quietly (The Closer to You Series, Book 1)
Author: A.L. Jackson
Release Date: January 7, 2014
Genre: New Adult Romance
Blog Tour hosted by: Shh Moms Reading, Literary Mania Reviews, 
and Brandee’s Book Endings

From the acclaimed bestselling author of Lost to You and When We Collide comes a new adult novel of one woman’s obsession: a man who’s as passionate as he is elusive—and as tempting as he is trouble…

Aleena Moore is haunted by Jared Holt. It’s been six years since she’s seen her brother’s best friend, the self-destructive bad boy she secretly loved in high school. As the years pass, she knows it’s time to move on. Time to decide between a practical nursing degree and her true dream as an artist. Time to get over Jared and give another guy a chance…

Just when she opens her heart to her friend Gabe, Aly returns home to find Jared sleeping on her couch. The teenage boy she loved has grown into a man she can’t resist. 

Covered in tattoos and lost in rage, he’s begging to be saved from his demons—the memories of the day he destroyed his family. As the two reconnect, their passion is hot enough to torch Aly’s judgment. But can she risk her future for a man who lives on the edge of destruction?

Review of Come To Me Quietly
Come to Me Quietly (Closer to You, #1)Come to Me Quietly by A.L. Jackson
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
ARC kindly provided in exchange for a fair and honest review. Spoiler- free review. 5+ stars!

There aren't many writers like A.L Jackson.  Only a handful of books could consume my heart and soul, and Come To Me Quietly is one of them.  If this book isn't on your list, add it or buy it now.

My spoiler-free mini review/synopsis: Aly has been in love with her brother’s best friend, Jared, since they were kids.  After a devastating incident for which Jared blames himself…he goes into self-destruct mode. Jared numbs his painful memories with booze and drugs…and creates a vendetta against his soul.  Fast-forward years later…Jared crosses paths with Aly and her brother and from there, Aly and Jared slowly build their relationship. He doesn’t feel worthy of her love…he is broken and stuck in this self-induced emotional purgatory. Aly is Jared’s light in all of his darkness.  Will he let her in and allow himself to love and be loved again?  

This book is “unputabledownable”.  CTMQ is  raw and loaded with angst, turmoil, love and is absolutely touching. A.L. Jackson made my heart melt from the firestorm of emotion she created on each and every page of this book.  There isn’t a full blown cliff hanger, but loose ends that will likely be tied up in book two Come To Me Softly. A.L. Jackson is on my auto download list and will read ANYTHING this woman writes. Come To Me Quietly is absolute Kindle Crack.

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There aren't many writers like A.L Jackson.  Only a few books could consume my heart and soul....Come To Me Quietly is one of them.  CTMQ is one of the best books I have read. Full review to follow closer to release and tour. If this book isn't on your list..add it now/pre -order it now.

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Be sure to enter the COME TO ME QUIETLY Blog Tour Giveaway!

  • Grand Prize: A.L. Jackson Complete Signed Paperback Collection (all six titles) + Come To Me Quietly Poster and swag
  • Second Prize: Come To Me Quietly Collection, which includes a signed copy of Come To Me Quietly, a Come To Me Quietly poster, keychain, and custom bookmark 
  • Third Prize: A.L. Jackson Fun Pack stuffed full of A.L. Jackson book swag
  • Fourth Prize: Audiobook Gift Set from of The Regret Series (Lost To You, Take This Regret & If Forever Comes)

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And don’t miss the DAILY blog tour giveaways on A.L. Jackson’s Facebook accounts! All kinds of fun stuff will be given away ~ ebooks, gift cards, and much more! EVERY DAY from January 7th – February 7th!

Author Bio
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 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. 
Look for Come to Me Softly, book two in the Closer To You Series, coming July 1, 2014

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Aly took my hand again. “Come on, let’s find a good spot to watch the fireworks.” 

With her voice, I shoved off the images, turned and gently smiled at her, ignoring the 

guy whose gaze burned into the back of my head with outright hate. 

Instead I focused on her words that sounded so damned cute, like they used to when 

we’d run ahead of ourselves to find the best spot at the park. We used to get so close that 

we’d feel the fireworks rumble through our bodies, and we had to dodge the little pieces of 

paper ashes that flitted down from the sky. 

She led me to a lounger that sat out in the open on the grass. She pushed at my side 

and grinned. “Take a seat.” 

Quirking a brow, I smirked at her, but did as I was told. I sat sideways on it with my 

feet on the ground. Aly settled to the grass, and instinctively my knees parted to make room 

for her. Nestling between my legs, she shifted a bit to rest her head on the inside of my thigh. 

Then she released a breathy sigh as if this was the only place she wanted to be, murmuring, 

“I’m so glad you’re here, Jared.” 

Desire coursed over every inch of my skin and pooled in my stomach. There was 

nothing I could do to stop it, the way I hardened at her slightest touch, at the soft sound that 

fell from her mouth, at the smell of her hair that had become permanently ingrained in my 


Night fell further, collected across the sky, and the darkness deepened the silence of 

the cocoon Aly and I found ourselves in. The heat had ebbed the slightest bit, the warmth of 

the day beginning to dissipate into the inky dome overhead. 

Most in the yard had quieted and taken their spots to watch the sky, anticipating the 

show that was about to begin. Everyone else bled into obscurity, and in that instant, it was 

just the two of us. 

Aly jumped with the first boom. It rumbled along the surface of the ground, vibrating 

below us, and a long whistle cracked before color exploded in the sky just in the distance. 

Quietly she gasped, the way she’d done what seemed like a million times before. A 

perfect memory of her as a child suddenly overtook my mind. The tips of her delicate fingers 

fluttered up to her mouth as she watched in awe. 

I was powerless to do anything but thread my fingers through her hair, to anchor 

myself to her, even if it was only for this moment. Even though I’d been the one to cut 

myself from her, right then it felt impossible to let go. 

Reds and blues and whites streamed from the sky, lit up the darkness above, increased 

in intensity, then fell before the next wave erupted in an electrifying thrill.

Blood thundered through my veins. It’d been so long since I’d felt this close to 

someone. Part of me fought it, knew I should push her away. The dominate part of me just 

wanted to stay, even if it was for a little while. I’d been alone for so long. Was it wrong to 

take away these memories, something to hold onto when I seeped back into nothingness? 

Shifting her weight, Aly sank deeper into me. Her body burned into mine, her head 

pressed into my thigh. She tilted her head back and looked up at me with wistful eyes, 

watched me with kindness, with a yearning for the way things had been in the past, with 

ideas of what could never be.

I stared down at her. 

And I knew it was wrong, that I was only making things worse, prolonging the 

inevitable, but right then I just didn’t care. 

A pensive smile kissed her mouth, before she turned back to the show above. She 

snuggled closer, her shoulder dipping down under my leg so her neck was nestled against my 

thigh. Her hand skimmed over my knee and down my leg before she firmly wrapped her arm 

around my calf. Her hand tightened there, and my fingers found their way to the nape of her 

neck, twisting in the fine hairs and tickling her skin. A small whimper escaped her mouth as I 

massaged my fingers over the base of her scalp, ran them up to the back of her ears and down 


As if this wasn’t agonizing, having what I wanted most in my hands and knowing she 

was completely out of reach. 


But right then she was mine. So I gave in, took a little more, leaned forward and 

buried my nose in the fucking delicious coconut in her hair. Breathed in the life and the 

goodness and everything that was Aly. 

I wanted to remember. 

Her fingers curled into my leg, begging just as desperately as my body begged for 

hers, and I felt strung up, strung out. I ached and needed and felt as if I was going to lose my 


Fireworks filled the sky, this constant barrage that illuminated the night. I felt them 

more than saw them as they knit with the shocking intensity radiating from Aly, a feeling that 

sped through my veins faster than any high I’d ever experienced. Overhead the finale came to 

life, pounded through my system, set my skin on fire. 

I tightened my hold on her, my nose behind her ear, wanted to take it all. 

“Aly,” whispered from my mouth. 


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