Fight for Me Foiled Collector's Box

An enemies-to-lovers, single dad stand-alone romance from NYT and USA Today bestselling author A.L. Jackson

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.
Will he hide behind his walls or will he take the chance . . .

An intense, sexy, forbidden single-parent stand-alone romance from NYT and USA Today bestselling author A.L. Jackson

Dr. Kale Bryant is gorgeous, compelling, and married to his job. The only thing he has time for are one-night stands and short-lived flings.

Until the first time he sees Harley Hope Masterson sitting across the room. He wants her in a way he hasn’t wanted anyone.

Harley Hope doesn’t have time for another complication – one arrogantly beautiful doctor included.

When he begins to pursue her, her walls begin to crumble.

He’s irresistible.

One touch is fire.

One kiss, and they’re spinning out of control.

But taking this single-mom won’t come without consequences. Especially when he finds out he’s her son’s doctor.

Now Kale must decide if loving her is worth risking it all.

But sometimes even hope needs a hero . . .

A friends-to-lovers, second-chance stand-alone romancefrom NYT and USA Today bestselling author A.L. Jackson

Nikki Walters.

Sexy. Fierce. Forbidden.

The only girl I've ever loved.

Oliver Preston.

Gorgeous, bad-boy, tattooed bartender.

The only man to hold my heart.

Fourteen years ago, he allowed tragedy to rip us apart. Now, he's back, trying to make a space for himself in my life.

A single brush of his hand, and I feel my walls crumbling. One kiss, and I'm losing all control.

The fire between us is only burning hotter.

I can feel our pasts running to catch up to us. Will it destroy or us, or will we find our second chance . . .

A best friends-to-lovers, stand-alone romance from New York Times Bestselling Author, A.L. Jackson...

Evan Bryant wasn't your typical hero.
But he was mine.
Broken by the worlds’ standards, he was still the strongest boy I would ever know.
My best friend. The boy I’d given everything to. My heart, my body, and the promise of forever.
The day I’d needed him most, he walked away.
He left me shattered and questioning the love I’d thought we’d shared.

Three years later, I wasn’t prepared for him to return to Gingham Lakes.
It wouldn’t have mattered if he wasn’t the most beautiful man I’d ever seen.
My fingers still would have ached to caress his skin.
My body still would have begged to get lost in his touch.
And my heart . . . it would have always sung his name.

But time changes things. With it, secrets that could ruin everything.
Can we find a way to love again, or have the fears of our past stolen the hope of our forever . . .

Rain pelted from the angry sky,
and heavy gusts of wind howled through the trees, which thrashed in the
blackened night. In agony, I ran, sure my heart had to be beating as loud as
the thunder that cracked through the heavens above.

I gasped when my foot slipped on
the slick, muddy ground, and I stumbled forward, landing hard on my hands and
knees. I cried out, unsure where the pain was coming from—my mind or my heart
or my torn flesh.

Why would they do this to me?

I wept toward the ground,
stricken with grief, with betrayal, before I heaved myself back onto my feet,
trying to find traction. I staggered toward the house, which was lit up like
warmth and light just off the road. Clutching the wooden railing, I propelled
myself forward and then flung open the door and fumbled inside.

I whimpered in misery when I
paused to look around the room. Loss hit me as hard as the storm that raged
outside.

Why would they do this to me? How could they be so cruel?

It took about all I had, but I
forced myself to move, knowing I couldn’t stay. I had to leave. I had to get
away. Choking back sobs, I clung to the banister and hauled myself upstairs and
to my room. Knees caked in mud and blood, I dropped to the floor and dug out
the suitcase from beneath the bed. I staggered to my feet and headed for the
closet.

Tears clouding my vision, I tore
clothes from their hangers and shoved them into the suitcase I’d tossed onto
the bed, my movements becoming more frantic with each piece I ripped from its
spot. The urge to escape only intensified when I moved to the dresser.
Distraught, I ripped the drawers from their rails and tipped them upside down,
dumping what would fit into the suitcase.

The whole time, I struggled to
restrain the sobs bound in my throat. To keep them quiet. To pretend it hadn’t
happened. To pretend I didn’t have to do this.

With shaking fingers, I tugged at
the zipper.

“Rynna, what’s going on?” The
sleepy voice filled with concern hit me from behind.

Torment lashed like the crack of
a whip. My eyes slammed closed, and the words trembled from my mouth. “I’m so
sorry, Gramma, but I’ve got to go.”

The floor creaked with my
grandmother’s footsteps. She sucked in a breath when she rounded me, shocked by
my battered appearance. “Oh my lord, what happened to you?” Her voice quivered.
“Who hurt you? Tell me, Rynna. Who hurt you? I won’t stand for it.”

Vigorously, I shook my head,
finding the lie. “No one. I just . . . I can’t stay in this
stupid town for a second more. I’m going to find Mama.”

I hated it. The way the mention
of my mother contorted my gramma’s face in agony.

“What are you sayin’?”

“I’m saying, I’m leaving.”

A weathered hand reached out to
grip my forearm. “But graduation is just next month. You’ve got to do your
speech. Walk across the stage in your cap and gown. Never seen anyone so
excited about somethin’ in all my life. Now you’re just gonna up and leave? If
you can’t trust me, then you can’t trust anyone. Tell me what happened tonight.
You left here just as happy as a bug in a rug, and now you aren’t doing
anything but runnin’ scared.”

Tears streaking down my dirty
cheeks, I forced myself to look at the woman who meant everything to me.
“You’re the only person I can trust, Gramma. That’s why I’ve got to go. Let’s
leave it at that.”

Anguish creased my grandmother’s
aged face. “Rynna, I won’t let you just walk out like this.”

She reached out and brushed a
tear from under my eye. Softly, she tilted her head to the side, that same
tender smile she had watched me with at least a million times hinting at the
corner of her mouth. “Don’t you ever forget, if you aren’t laughing, you’re
crying. Now, which would you rather be doin’?” She paused, and I couldn’t
bring myself to answer. “Wipe those tears, and let’s figure something out. Just
like we always do.”

Sadness swelled like its own
being in the tiny room. Loss. Regret. Like an echo of every breath of
encouragement my grandmother had ever whispered in my ear. “I can’t stay here,
Gramma. Please don’t ask me to.”

With the plea, my grandmother
winced. Quickly, I dipped down to place a lingering kiss to her cheek,
breathing in the ever-present scent of vanilla and sugar, committing it to
memory.

I tugged my suitcase from the bed
and started for the door.

Gramma reached for me, fingertips
brushing my arm, begging, “Rynna, don’t go. Please, don’t leave me like this.
There’s nothing that’s so bad that I won’t understand. That we can’t fix.”

I didn’t slow. Didn’t answer.

I ran.

And I didn’t look back.