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Come to me Quietly by A.L. Jackson



A.L. Jackson

author of

Come To Me Quietly

(The Closer to You Series, Book 1)

Release Date: January 7, 2014
Genre: New Adult Romance
Blog Tour hosted by: Shh Moms Reading, Literary Mania Reviews, and Brandee’s Book Endings


From the acclaimed bestselling author of Lost to You and When We Collide comes a new adult novel of one woman’s obsession: a man who’s as passionate as he is elusive—and as tempting as he is trouble…

Come to Me Quietly

Aleena Moore is haunted by Jared Holt. It’s been six years since she’s seen her brother’s best friend, the self-destructive bad boy she secretly loved in high school. As the years pass, she knows it’s time to move on. Time to get over Jared and give another guy a chance… Just when she opens her heart to her friend Gabe, Aly returns home to find Jared sleeping on her couch. The teenage boy she loved has grown into a man she can’t resist. Covered in tattoos and lost in rage, he’s begging to be saved from his demons—the memories of the day he destroyed his family. As the two reconnect, their passion is hot enough to torch Aly’s judgment. But can she risk her future for a man who lives on the edge of destruction?

Thank you so very much for agreeing to be interviewed.  I have just finished reading your latest book, Come to Me Quietly.  This is the first book I have read of your literary work and I have become your newest fan.  I have just a few questions I would like to ask to get a little better understanding of this book and insight to you as an author.

Thank you so much for having me!

How did you decide on the title, Come to Me Quietly?

I loved the dichotomy between the way Aly and Jared thought of their budding relationship. While Jared thought of it as sneaking, stealing into her room and taking something he should not have, Aly was begging him in her heard and mind to come to her. She saw it as something beautiful. I was writing a line where she was thinking about him. “Waiting for him to come to me…” and the title hit me. It represented her feelings perfectly.

For me, Come to Me Quietly is a story about trying to escape the mistakes of the character’s past only to find out that it is right where they left it. How did the storyline come about?

Jared is a character who has been hanging out in my mind for a lot of years. I actually began writing him in another story that I ended up shelving, because he just didn’t feel right for the role. As the last years have passed, his story began to take shape in my mind, his past and his feelings and the person he became. Once I was ready to start writing Come to Me Quietly, I sat down and jotted all those thoughts out and shaped a rough outline. Then I just wrote and it came to life.

Were any of the events based on your life or of someone you know?

No. Usually I do gather some inspiration from myself or other’s I know for my books, but Jared and Aly were completely born of my imagination.

The part was the most upsetting for me was the sense of loss one of the characters had.  The extreme amount of self-loathing that the character had was tangible and heartbreaking.  It makes the reader stop and contemplate whether we would make different choices that these characters made if we were put in the same situation.  Have you ever had a life altering event effect you this way?

I’ve never had anything this significant happen. That day changed the person Jared was. But I do believe almost everyone has experienced tragedies that shape who we are, and many times we’re left with regrets and wish we could have done things differently while we had the chance.

What is the message of this story?

Ultimately, it’s a love story. It’s about the fact that love is a greater strength than all the demons we harbor inside.

Have you ever written a character and felt like you were writing about yourself?

On some levels, I always related to Elizabeth in the Regret Series. I was a very young mother and I used a lot of those fears and experiences as a single mom when I was writing her character, although she and I are very different in other ways. So she’s definitely the closest to me in character.

During the writing process, have you ever had challenges with research, literary, physiological?  If so, what were the biggest to overcome to bring the book to life?

I think the most difficult in this book was keeping the psychology of an aging child realistic. In the first flashback, Aly is 5-years-old. I didn’t want to write above or below the typical thinking of a child that age, but it’s very difficult to know exactly the thought patterns of this age of child as that is typically where our memories begin. So it had to be based a lot on observation of my own children and research, etc. Basically I had to repeat this with each flashback as she grew older.

What do you do when you write something and then just ended up hating it?

LOL…well sometimes I take drastic measures! When I was writing If Forever Comes, I got more than halfway into it and hated the way it turned out. I ended up scrapping the entire thing and starting over…with only one month left to finish the book. Let’s just say it was a ROUGH month. But in the end, it was worth it because it turned into something I’m very proud of as an author.

How would you describe your method for writing a book?  Do you write at a certain hour of the day? Do you have a routine or rituals?

I start by just stewing on my characters. Their physical attributes, their story, their demeanor. Then I sit down and get them on paper, write them out, how I think they talk and feel. From there I start to work out an outline of the basic plot I have, and then just sit down and write. I do try to write each week day, although a lot of days are less productive than others. If I’m not feeling it on a certain, then usually I’ll just go and read instead. No rituals for me… I just usually have my writing playlist going in the background and try to get comfy 🙂

Every writer has their space that they write in.  Describe your writing cave or desk.  What do you see as you look around?

I always like to mix it up…sometimes I’m writing in my office, which I’m surrounded by books and it looks out on the fountain and desert garden in my front yard, which is really relaxing. Sometimes if I’m feeling dark, I’ll work at the desk I have in my bedroom. It faces the wall and it’s pretty dim in there (and really really quiet). But most of the time you’ll find me at my kitchen table. For some reason I seem to get the most done in there.

What is the hardest part of writing a book?

For me, it’s the amount of time it takes me to write. Sometimes I sit there and write nothing for hours while I’m thinking about my characters. It takes me a long time to get into the writing flow, which can be frustrating sometimes.

What other projects do you have that we can look forward to?

I have a lot of really great stuff coming up. We’ll get the continuation of Jared and Aly’s story in Come to Me Softly that releases this summer.  Plus you’ll get to meet some of the supporting character’s stories as the Closer to You series continues on. Christopher Moore is on deck 🙂

Do you have anything specific you would like to say to your readers?

I just want to say thank you for always supporting me and all the love and messages you send. I cherish every single one of them!


Aly took my hand again. “Come on, let’s find a good spot to watch the fireworks.”

With her voice, I shoved off the images, turned and gently smiled at her, ignoring the guy whose gaze burned into the back of my head with outright hate.

Instead I focused on her words that sounded so damned cute, like they used to when we’d run ahead of ourselves to find the best spot at the park. We used to get so close that we’d feel the fireworks rumble through our bodies, and we had to dodge the little pieces of paper ashes that flitted down from the sky.

She led me to a lounger that sat out in the open on the grass. She pushed at my side and grinned. “Take a seat.”

Quirking a brow, I smirked at her, but did as I was told. I sat sideways on it with my feet on the ground. Aly settled to the grass, and instinctively my knees parted to make room for her. Nestling between my legs, she shifted a bit to rest her head on the inside of my thigh. Then she released a breathy sigh as if this was the only place she wanted to be, murmuring, “I’m so glad you’re here, Jared.”

Desire coursed over every inch of my skin and pooled in my stomach. There was nothing I could do to stop it, the way I hardened at her slightest touch, at the soft sound that fell from her mouth, at the smell of her hair that had become permanently ingrained in my mind.

Night fell further, collected across the sky, and the darkness deepened the silence of the cocoon Aly and I found ourselves in. The heat had ebbed the slightest bit, the warmth of the day beginning to dissipate into the inky dome overhead.

Most in the yard had quieted and taken their spots to watch the sky, anticipating the show that was about to begin. Everyone else bled into obscurity, and in that instant, it was just the two of us.

Aly jumped with the first boom. It rumbled along the surface of the ground, vibrating below us, and a long whistle cracked before color exploded in the sky just in the distance.

Quietly she gasped, the way she’d done what seemed like a million times before. A perfect memory of her as a child suddenly overtook my mind. The tips of her delicate fingers fluttered up to her mouth as she watched in awe.

I was powerless to do anything but thread my fingers through her hair, to anchor myself to her, even if it was only for this moment. Even though I’d been the one to cut myself from her, right then it felt impossible to let go.

Reds and blues and whites streamed from the sky, lit up the darkness above, increased in intensity, then fell before the next wave erupted in an electrifying thrill.

Blood thundered through my veins. It’d been so long since I’d felt this close to someone. Part of me fought it, knew I should push her away. The dominate part of me just wanted to stay, even if it was for a little while. I’d been alone for so long. Was it wrong to take away these memories, something to hold onto when I seeped back into nothingness?

Shifting her weight, Aly sank deeper into me. Her body burned into mine, her head pressed into my thigh. She tilted her head back and looked up at me with wistful eyes, watched me with kindness, with a yearning for the way things had been in the past, with ideas of what could never be.

I stared down at her.

And I knew it was wrong, that I was only making things worse, prolonging the inevitable, but right then I just didn’t care.

A pensive smile kissed her mouth, before she turned back to the show above. She snuggled closer, her shoulder dipping down under my leg so her neck was nestled against my thigh. Her hand skimmed over my knee and down my leg before she firmly wrapped her arm around my calf. Her hand tightened there, and my fingers found their way to the nape of her neck, twisting in the fine hairs and tickling her skin. A small whimper escaped her mouth as I massaged my fingers over the base of her scalp, ran them up to the back of her ears and down again.

As if this wasn’t agonizing, having what I wanted most in my hands and knowing she was completely out of reach.


But right then she was mine. So I gave in, took a little more, leaned forward and buried my nose in the fucking delicious coconut in her hair. Breathed in the life and the goodness and everything that was Aly.

I wanted to remember.

Her fingers curled into my leg, begging just as desperately as my body begged for hers, and I felt strung up, strung out. I ached and needed and felt as if I was going to lose my mind.

Fireworks filled the sky, this constant barrage that illuminated the night. I felt them more than saw them as they knit with the shocking intensity radiating from Aly, a feeling that sped through my veins faster than any high I’d ever experienced. Overhead the finale came to life, pounded through my system, set my skin on fire.

I tightened my hold on her, my nose behind her ear, wanted to take it all.

“Aly,” whispered from my mouth.


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The Closer To You Series:

Come to Me Quietly (book 1): Barnes and Noble | iBooks | Kobo | Goodreads

Come to Me Softly (book 2): Barnes and Noble | iBooks |Goodreads

A.L. Jackson

Author Bio:

A.L. Jackson is the New York Times bestselling author of Take This Regret and Lost to You, as well as other contemporary romance titles, including If Forever Comes, Pulled and When We Collide, as well as the New Adult Romance Come To Me Quietly due out January 7, 2014. 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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