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Show Me the Way (Fight for Me #1) by A.L. Jackson

Show Me the Way Book Cover Show Me the Way
Fight for Me Series #1
A.L. Jackson
Fiction, Contemporary Romance
October 2nd 2017
Yes

Rex Gunner. As bitter as he is beautiful.

The owner of the largest construction company in Gingham Lakes has been burned one too many
times. His wife leaving him to raise their daughter was the last blow this single dad could take.
The only woman he’ll let into his heart is his little girl.
Rynna Dayne. As vulnerable as she is tempting.
She ran from Gingham Lakes when she was seventeen. She swore to herself she would never
return. Then her grandmother passed away and left her the deed to the diner that she once loved.
When Rex meets his new neighbor, he knows he’s in trouble.
She’s gorgeous and sweet and everything he can’t trust.
Until she becomes the one thing he can’t resist.
One kiss sends them tumbling toward ecstasy.
But in a town this size, pasts are bound to collide. Caught in a web of lies, betrayal, and
disloyalty, Rex must make a choice.
Will he hide behind his walls or will he take the chance . . .

Megan’s Review


“All moments matter. We just rarely know how important they are until the chance to act on them has already passed.”

I have not read an A.L. Jackson book in what feels like a lifetime and right now I am kicking myself because this woman can serious write. This story had all the ingredients of a great romance for me; a hot tortured hero who is good with his hands, a strong heroine who can be feisty at times, a bit of angst, a pinch of intrigue and some seriously hot and steamy sexy times. I loved this story and if the rest of the books in the Fight for Me series are half as good as Show Me the Way, then we are in for a cracker of a series and I’m already anticipating the release of book 2 Follow Me Back.

A few years back Rynna packed her bags and turned her back on her home and the only family she has ever known, her Gramma. She did this because of a traumatic turn of events; it was the only way she knew how to deal with what had happened and the only way she knew how to move forward and deal with the pain she was going through. While she was away, not a day went by where she didn’t think or speak to her Gramma.

Rynna has now returned home after the passing of her Gramma, but with her return are also the painful memories of her past life there and things are about to get even more complicated when she sees her brooding new neighbor, Rex Gunner.


“He needed someone to revive his faith just as desperately as I did. Because looking at him? I suddenly knew he had none of it. That something had gone dim inside of him. That was the thing about chances. We didn’t know their outcomes. If we’d succeed or if we’d fail. It didn’t matter. I had to take a chance on him.”

Rex is a beautifully tortured soul and has been through so much pain. The only females he will give his time for are his daughter and his mother. He doesn’t trust women and has sworn off them completely. His daughter is his whole life and he won’t let anything or anyone come in and destroy what they have.

After meeting his neighbor, Rynna, he can’t deny the feelings she brings out in him and he doesn’t trust himself around her, so he does the only plausible thing he can do; he pushes her away.

Rynna is drawn to Rex like a magnet, not only is he the most beautiful man she’s ever seen but she can feel his pain, anger and bitterness rolling off of him. She would like nothing more than to ease the pain he is feeling and attempt to heal this beautifully broken man.

The attraction and chemistry Rynna and Rex felt towards each other was electric and the push and pull between them kept me enthralled with anticipation. They have both been through so much pain and suffering and I wanted nothing more than to see them heal and learn to love again. They were just the perfect couple and I was desperate for them to get their HEA.

One of my most favorite characters whilst reading this story has to be hands down Rex’s little girl, Frankie. She literally stole the show for me and I could just imagine this little innocent firecracker in a pink tutu that has yet to be tainted by this world.

This was such a beautifully written and emotionally driven story about second chances at love and learning to overcome all the pain and hurt. I became addicted to this relatively slow burn romance story from the first page and just couldn’t get enough of these tortured characters and watching their relationship change, it was beautiful watching them learning to trust again. I would absolutely recommend this story to all fans of second chance love stories and I predict Rex Gunner will melt your heart.


Excerpt Reveal:

Tension roiled between us. That tether pulled taut. Drawing us closer. I swallowed around it and
reached for the latch. He was quick to open his door, jumping out and rounding to my side before
I had time to step out of his massive truck. He helped me down, and his hand scorched where he
aided me by holding on to my elbow.
“Let me walk you to the door. Last thing I need to be worried about is you here by yourself and
some asshole taking advantage of you.”
He quirked this belly-flopping grin that pierced me like an arrow. “Unless of course that asshole
is me.”
He barely angled his head to the side. There was something so endearing and self-deprecating
about it. Everything about him right then was at odds with the surly, bear of a man I’d met weeks
ago, the man exposing himself, layer by layer.
I lifted my chin, both in strength and vulnerability, tossing all the uncertainties and questions out
into the open. “Should I be afraid?”
“Yeah, you should be.” His response was hard, but there was no missing the fact his irritation
was aimed at himself. He set his palm on the small of my back, helping me through the gravel
drive in my heels, an inch behind as we ascended the porch steps.
We crossed the planks. That tension wound higher with each step until we were nothing but
needy pants at my door. Slowly, I turned around to face him.
His presence sent a ripple of energy vibrating across the floorboards, the overwhelming sight of
him the owner of my breath.
He stood beneath the faint glow of the hurricane lamp that hung outside the door. A sculpture of
sinewy muscle and raw strength, forged through years of obvious physical labor. Every inch of
him was rugged, from those roughened, callused hands to the crinkles set deep at the edges of his
eyes.
The man was a carving of pure, daunting beauty.
“What exactly am I supposed to be afraid of, Rex?” My brow twisted, and my voice quieted with
the admission. “Because when I’m around you, the last thing I feel is afraid.”
“I fuck everything up, Rynna, and the only thing I’ve got to offer you is my mess. I can’t do
this.”
Restraint rumbled in his chest, the sound so deep I felt it shake the ground beneath my feet.
I gently cupped one side of his rugged face. “I’m not afraid.”
It was a promise.

An appeal.
“You should be,” he grated. “Warned you, my shit doesn’t ever end well.”
“Maybe that’s a chance I’m willing to take.”
He groaned and he planted his hands high above my head. The man panted above me, torn,
desperate, his nose just brushing mine. “God damn it, Rynna. God damn it.”
I felt the moment he broke. When the thread pulled too tight and this mesmerizing man snapped.
His mouth descended on mine.
Overpowering.
Overwhelming.
Dizzying.
Lips and tongue and nips of teeth.
And those hands. They were on my face. My neck. My waist. Somehow, I managed to hold on to
him and spin away as I fumbled with the lock. He pressed against my backside, his cock against
my bottom, and his mouth leaving a trail of fire at the side of my neck. We stumbled into the
darkness of my house, breaking apart as I turned to face him.
The only light trickled down from the lamp I’d left on upstairs.
Slowly, he clicked the door shut behind him. We stood there, two feet away from each other,
staring.
Chests heaving.
Before we collided.
A tangle of tongues and bodies.
The man frantic, trying to touch me everywhere.
“What am I doing? Fuck, what am I doing?” he muttered incoherently, kissing me deeper.
Madder. Wilder.
I pushed up on my toes and tore my mouth from his so I could kiss down the strong column of
his throat. His head thudded back against the door, his entire body pressing against it as if he
needed it to keep him standing.


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About the Author:

A.L. Jackson is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. She writes emotional, sexy, heart-filled stories about boys who usually like to be a little bit bad.
Her bestselling series include THE REGRET SERIES, CLOSER TO YOU, and BLEEDING STARS novels. Watch for A.L. Jackson’s upcoming novel, SHOW ME THE WAY, the first stand-alone novel in her brand-new FIGHT FOR ME SERIES.
If she’s not writing, you can find her hanging out by the pool with her family, sipping cocktails with her friends, or of course with her nose buried in a book.
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