Release day
Launch for Jennifer L Armentrout’s Stay with Me! I am so ready for this book! I
have read all the other ones in the series and I can’t possible remember a time
without these characters. Adding calla and Jackson just seems like there is
going to be more than I can handle.
From
the #1 New York Times bestselling author of Wait for
You and Be with Me comes a daring tale that pushes
boundaries . . .
At
21, Calla hasn't done a lot of things. She’s never been kissed, never seen the
ocean, never gone to an amusement park. But growing up, she witnessed some
things no child ever should. She still carries the physical and
emotional scars of living with a strung-out mother, Mona—secrets she keeps from
everyone, including her close circle of college friends.
But
the safe cocoon Calla has carefully built is shattered when she discovers her
mom has stolen her college money and run up a huge credit card debt in her
name. Now, Calla has to go back to the small town she thought she’d left behind
and clean up her mom’s mess again. Of course, when she arrives at her mother’s
bar, Mona is nowhere to be found. Instead, six feet of hotness named Jackson
James is pouring drinks and keeping the place humming.
Sexy
and intense, Jax is in Calla’s business from the moment they meet, giving her a
job and helping her search for Mona. And the way he looks at her makes it clear
he wants to get horizontal . . . and maybe something more. Before Calla can let
him get close, though, she’s got to deal with the pain of the past—and some
very bad guys out to mess her up if she doesn't give them her mom.
EXCERPT:
As
I lay there, trying to swallow a loud, obnoxious yawn, I remembered something
he’d said when we first met, about life being too short. I imagined he had
firsthand experience with shortened lives while he was serving. That mentality
came from experience. I got that now. Could even understand it, but there was
something I didn’t understand.
“Why?”
I asked.
There
was a beat. “Why what?”
Jax
sounded tired, and I should shut up or point out that I was now tired and could
sleep, so he could leave. But I didn’t. “Why are you here? You don’t know me
and . . .” I trailed off, because there really wasn’t anything left to
say.
A minute went by,
and he hadn’t answered my question, and then I think another minute ticked on,
and I was okay with him not answering because maybe he didn’t even know. Or
maybe he was just bored and that was why he was here.
But
then he moved.
Jax pressed
against my back, and the next breath I took got stuck in my throat. My eyes
shot open. The sheet and blanket were between us, but they felt like
nothing.
“What
are you doing?” I asked.
“Getting
comfortable.” He dropped an arm over my waist, and my entire body jerked
against his. “It’s time to sleep I think.”
“But—”
“You
can’t sleep when you talk,” he remarked.
“You
don’t need to be all up on me,” I pointed out.
His
answering chuckle stirred the hair along the back of my neck. “Honey, I’m not
all up on you.”
I
freaking begged to differ on that point. I started to wiggle away, but the arm
around my waist tightened, holding me in place.
“You’re
not going anywhere,” he announced casually, as if he wasn’t holding me prisoner
in the bed.
Okay. The whole
prisoner thing might be melodramatic, but he wasn’t letting me up. Not when he
was getting all kinds of comfy behind me.
Oh my God, this
was spooning. Total spooning. I was spooning with an honorary member of the Hot
Guy Brigade. Did I wake up in a parallel universe?
“Sleep,”
he demanded, as if the one word carried that much power. “Go to sleep, Calla.”
This time his voice was softer, quieter.
“Yeah,
it doesn’t work that way, Jax. You have a nice voice, but it doesn’t hold the
power to make me sleep on your command.”
He
chuckled.
I rolled my eyes,
but the most ridiculous thing ever was the fact that after a couple of minutes,
my eyes stayed shut. I . . . I actually settled in against him. With his front
pressed to my back, his long legs cradling mine, and his arm snug around my
waist, I actually did feel safe. More than that, I felt something
else—something I hadn’t felt in years.
I felt cared for
. . . cherished.
Which was the
epitome of dumb, because I barely knew him, but feeling that, recognizing what
the warm, buzzing feeling was, I fell right asleep.
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Jennifer L.
Armentrout/J.Lynn Bio:
# 1 NEW YORK
TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West
Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s
not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching
really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband
and her Jack Russell Loki.
Her dreams of
becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time
writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer
writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary
romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen,
Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a
major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV.
She also writes
adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by
Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.
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