Today we welcome A.L Jackson to our blog as she celebrates her new book If Forever Comes which released on September 20th.
Enjoy a BONUS alt POV from Christian below!
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If Forever Comes, the final chapter in the New York Times Bestselling Regret Series (Lost to You and Take This Regret).
Christian Davison’s life is complete. With a ring on Elizabeth’s finger and his daughter at his side, he’s ready to run headlong into their future.
Elizabeth Ayers never believed she would again find this kind of joy—the joy of a family and the wholeness found in the touch of the man she’s always loved.
Their love is intense and their passion only grows as they set out to rediscover each other.
But life is never easy.
Rocked by the unforeseen, Christian and Elizabeth will find themselves fighting for the one thing they hold most important—family.
I am a HUGE A.L Jackson fan and have followed and loved Christian and Elizabeth since Take This Regret. Their story began as friends in Lost To You and grew to an everlasting soulful and deep love affair in Take This Regret. In TTR, we saw the roller coaster ride of this tumultuous relationship to then see them come back together in their much deserved HEA.
Amy being the sweet person she is listened to her fans who couldn’t let these two go and wrote us If Forever Comes where we finally see Christian and Elizabeth together. But not in the way you think. In true Amy fashion, she has written us an emotional, heartbreaking and inspirational conclusion to characters and a relationship that will be forever etched in my mind. It was both beautiful and painful to experience. I cried and I rejoiced with them. I had more time with Elizabeth and Christian and I loved every moment.
I don’t want to give anything away as this series is so exquisite and perfect that you have to read it for yourself but I will warn you that you will need plenty of tissues as you will experience many hard topics and issues while reading this book…you will feel heartbreak, loss, and you will hit rock bottom. But this is Amy at her finest. That we can live and breathe these characters and experience and feel every emotion. And at the end of this journey, we can feel complete happiness in our hearts to watch what is meant to be happen for these two well deserving characters.
I loved the realism. I loved the relationship between father and daughter. Most of all, I loved Christian’s complete devotion to Elizabeth and his relentless pursuit to never give up on her or their relationship. This is why we read…to find our escape, to feel a love so pure and boundless…this what we envy and this is what we can always hope for from Amy – complete perfection. The two, yes count them, TWO epilogues warmed my heart and filled me with complete satisfaction. It didn’t leave me wanting for more as in my mind, this beautiful journey is complete.
Another job well done – I can’t wait to read Come to Me Quietly!
Enjoy an alt POV from Christian below!
I couldn’t imagine anything feeling better than this. Elizabeth in my arms, her body pinned by mine.
A deep roll of giggles tripped up her throat as I kissed the luscious skin of her creamy neck. I could get lost here. She’d once told me that was the way I made her feel.
But really, both of us had been found.
We were just lost without the other.
As if there was no possible way she could me close enough, she twisted her fingers almost painfully in my hair as I pressed my wife further up against the elevator wall.
My head spun with the thought, my heart beating wildly with this overwhelming joy.
I waited my entire life for this. Now she was mine.
Elizabeth Ayers was finally mine.
I suppressed a chuckle that spun as ecstasy from the deepest places in my spirit.
Elizabeth Davison was really mine.
I buried my face deeper into her skin, her neck all exposed as she lifted her face toward the ceiling. Her fingers curled tighter in my hair as she granted me better access.
The elevator lifted, speeding all the way to the top floor of the hotel where I had a room waiting for us. I couldn’t wait for her to see it, to see her in it, to feel her everywhere within its walls.
“Mmm…you smell so good,” I whispered with a brush of my mouth across the sweet spot under her chin. I nipped at her skin.
I felt the moan that slipped from her as I continued to leave a path of kisses along her throat and down across her collarbones, exposed by the strapless dress that had been taunting me all day.
The dress that had nearly brought me to my knees when I’d first caught site of Elizabeth as she walked toward me, barefooted on our beach.
How many fantasies had I had about marrying her? The different scenarios that had played out in my mind, what she would look like and what she would wear. The expression on her face as she promised me her life.
None of them could have compared to that moment when she finally stood before me, when she’d stolen my breath, turned me inside out in the moment she made me whole.
The promise we had made to each other today meant more to me than I could ever express.
But I knew Elizabeth understood it. There was no need to say it aloud. I saw the same emotion shining back at me from the warmth of her amber eyes.
Overhead, the elevator dinged. I jerked my head back just as the doors slipped open to reveal the foyer that led to our suite.
My smile was uncontainable as I grabbed her by the hand, threading my fingers through hers. I tugged her behind me, digging for my keycard.
I couldn’t get her to our room fast enough.
Elizabeth giggled as she struggled to keep up, something so free passing between us as we rushed ahead.
Abruptly. I swung her out in front of me and lifted her to cradle her in my arms.
Exactly where she belonged.
A yelp flew from her lips, before the brightest smile split her face, and she wound her slender arms around my neck.
Nothing felt better than this.
An uncontrollable beat pounded my pulse, my hands shaking as I shifted her weight to one arm so I could slip the keycard into the slot. I nudged it open, held it with my foot as I wound my arm back around her waist.
And she was breathing heavily, her pulse just as harsh as mine.
It wasn’t nerves that had has wound so tight.
It was this joy that had always seemed so unattainable, just out of reach. Something that Elizabeth and I couldn’t quite capture.
Finally, we had.
“Aren’t you supposed to carry me over the threshold of our house, not our hotel room?” Her perfect mouth was all curved with a tease, those brown eyes swimming with a love that neither of us would ever escape.
Not that either of us wanted to.
I looked down at her smiling face, feeling the force of my own grin. “Well, I’d be happy to do that, too. But tonight, I’m carrying my wife through this door, and once I get her behind it, I’m going to make love to her again and again. You don’t have a problem with that, do you, Mrs. Davison?”
Tinkling laughter seeped from her mouth, wound through me like an embrace.
God, I loved that sound. Loved that she’d found the ability to be happy again.
Riding on that bliss, I carried my wife across the threshold and into the suite at the highest point of Downtown San Diego.
The suite was expansive, set up exactly the way I’d planned, candles set up on every exposed surface.
As much as I’d loved every second of our reception, the dancing and the food and the family and friends, all I could imagine the entire time was seeing the candles’ glow against Elizabeth’s honey-kissed skin, to lay her down on the bed, undress her in the soft glimmer of light, to cherish her in it as the flames flickered and jumped, reflecting off the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the bay.
“Who did this?” she whispered, turning that perfect face up to me.
I thought maybe she was imagining it, too.
“I might have had a little help from your sisters and Natalie. That’s why they left the reception a little early.”
She bit at her lip, her cheeks flushing red as she turned her nose into the collar of my white button-up. Elizabeth inhaled, like she was breathing me in, maybe memorizing the moment.
Never would I forget it.
I headed straight for the spot I’d been dreaming of all day and night, because I wouldn’t lie.
All I wanted was to make love to my wife.
My dress shoes echoed as I stroked across the marble floor of the living area and into the adjoining bedroom. Here, too, candles sat on every surface, the wicks all afire and casting shadows across the large bed.
Music played softly from my iPod, our song set on repeat.
“I didn’t need all of this,” she whispered as her gaze traveled the room.
I held her a little closer. “No, but I can give it to you, so why would I not?”
Emotion slammed me, this love I’d held for this woman for so long rushing through all of my senses, overpowering. Inundating. So strong I was sure they were pouring into Elizabeth.
I was overwrought, strung up, strung out, hinging on her.
We’d gone through so much in our short lives. Fate owed us today.
And I was never letting go.
Elizabeth looked up at me from where I held her, her expression shifting as the intensity that had followed us since the moment we met lit, took hold.
Slowly I lowered her onto her feet.
Stepping back, I let my gaze wander her body.
I stretched my hand out, my fingertips trailing her jaw to her chin, my touch lingering at the hollow of her neck. “You are the most exquisite woman, Elizabeth. No one compares to you. Not a single soul.”
A tremor rolled through her.
It twisted me in knots, hardened every cell in my body.
God, she undid me.
All these years, and it was the same.
Not the same.
Now, it was more.
Slowly, I took her by the shoulders and turned her around, my mouth a breath away from the flawless skin of her neck where pieces of dark blonde tumbled down, freed from twist that lay piled on her head.
Goosebumps rose on her flesh, and I realized I was seconds from coming unglued.
I worked at the tiny pearl button at the top of the gown’s zipper. I clasped it, dragged it down.
I took a single step back and let the gown pool at her feet.
“Beautiful,” I whispered.
Elizabeth was wearing the sexiest piece of lingerie, all lace and soft and enough to have my fingers twitching.
But I forced myself to go slow, because I wanted to savor this moment, to feel her heat radiating from her body, this woman who had finally given me all.
When I couldn’t take it any longer, I took her by the hips, gently guiding her to turn back to face me.
I could feel the smile lite on my mouth as I took her hand that bore my ring and helped her step from the dress. My smile only widened when I stepped back, my eyes roving over her in blatant appreciation.
Redness bloomed on her chest, rising up her neck, settling on her cheeks.
It didn’t matter how many times I made love to this woman. It would always feel new.
I reached out to caress the tiny tattoo on her hip, a soft encouragement that we were finally healing.
My hands sought her face as I looked at her in all intensity. “I love you, Elizabeth. More than you will ever know. You have absolutely made me the happiest man alive.”
Her fire burned my skin as she ran her fingers along my jaw and across my lips. “But I do know, Christian. Because there is no way to love you more than I love you now. No greater joy than this.”
And that’s what we had. What Elizabeth and I shared. Our joy. Our sorrow.
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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