PIECES OF US by A.L. Jackson is LIVE!

PIECES OF US, a stand-alone second-chance romance in A.L. Jackson’s Confessions of the Heart Series is now available!


✓ Second-chance romance

✓ Sexy AF hero

✓ All the feels

Maxon Chambers has a way of stealing all the attention.

All my affection, and all my dreams.
What I needed to remember was he’d stolen my good judgment and my virginity, too.
When he broke up with me, I ran across the country and swore I’d never return to Broadshire Rim.
But here I am, thirteen years later.
Maxon is all grown up.
Sexier than sin and more tempting than ever.
A detective on the Charleston force, he lives on the outside of safety, devoted to protecting the people of his city.
But with the way he’s looking at me now? I’m pretty sure what needs protecting is my heart.
Can we mend the pieces of us? Or will he leave my heart shattered forever . . .


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Reviewed by Emma-Louise on behalf of KFF

Going into this book I knew it would be a heartbreaking journey for both the characters and myself. Mack has been a constant throughout this series, speaking for myself; I was always awarely knowing that he had a dark past. Drops had been scattered throughout both Jace’s and Ian’s journeys to a happily ever after.

Parents hold the power to make or break us and there is no truer show of this than with Mack. His mother was a shining star, whilst his father was the devil incarnate. No lines were uncrossable and no low beneath him. He ruled his household with an iron fist and plenty of liquid courage. Mack truly comes across to me as a prisoner of war, if that statement doesn’t make sense read this book and it will surely jump out at you sooner or later. Chains that bind us in place aren’t just made of steel; our minds can create unbreakable bars and surround us in darkness, smothering our senses and driving us into a feral state.

‘“You’ve been hiding for a long, long time, Izzy. Don’t you think it’s about time you freed yourself from the cell you’ve been locked in? You’ve let the past dim your light. You’re one of the most brilliant, genuine, caring people I know, and you hide all of that behind your pain and fear. You can’t fly if you’re wearing chains.”’

His safe place was through the trees and up along the branches. Growing up he was always tapping on the glass and climbing through a window.

‘The things he’d done. The things he was bound to do.
She was so much better than him. She was the great one. The one going places.
His Little Bird with the biggest, brightest wings.
Then the day had come when he’d had to accept it fully–that their worlds could no longer mesh.’

Izzy made choices. Extreme choices and nobody can hold her accountable for those. Even Mack blames himself for them. She did all she could being blocked at every turned. Returning home was a gift and a curse; she knew she’d have a run in with Mack sooner or later, it was just a question of when.

‘“Not for a second, Little Bird. Can’t fly without you by my side.”
“You’re wrong. You could always fly. Soar higher than anyone.”
My moon in the darkest sky.
‘“You just forgot to remember you had wings. That you had the power. I believed in you. Believed in us. You gave me away, Maxon, why? For what?”’

With the heat index through the roof. Izzy and Mack don’t even have to be between the sheets to smolder on a page. Each scene brought a different pain or emotion. Joy could turn quickly to pain. Tears of happiness to blood flowing dark and viscous.

‘Our breaths mingled and our hearts careened, tempos lost to the urgency in the air, and Maxon running his nose along my jaw, inhaling as he went, as if he were looking for some sort of control that had long since slipped.
But I was so tired of fighting this truth.
The truth of who we were.
No longer could I lie to myself.
And I was issuing his name like a praise,
A promise.
A plea.’

I could go on and on about this book and the author who created it. But that would be spoiling a sensationally real feeling tale. Ms. Jackson does real and raw. Never holds back and is always true to the characters.

Each book in this series has upped the ante and forced me to take a hard look at both myself and the world in general. Crappy things happen to people who can’t change them, it doesn’t mean that they have to let this change them forever. The best, in my humble opinion, was saved for last. Thank you, Ms. Jackson, for another tear-jerking, heart-pounding read.

Don’t miss the awesome giveaway for the Pieces of Us release! It’s the first two books from the Confessions of the Heart Series + Kindle Fire + Polaroid Camera + All the Goods! 



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, BLEEDING STARS, and FIGHT FOR ME novels. Grab A.L. Jackson’s latest novel, ALL OF ME, a stand-alone novel in her CONFESSIONS OF THE HEART 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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