RELEASE TOUR: Stolen Moments by A.B. Jackson
Length: 422 pages
Series: The Stolen Romance Series - Book 1
Prior Reading: n/a
Genre: contemporary, rockstar
Tropes: insta-lust, forced proximity, forbidden romance, strangers-to-lovers, celebrity scandal
Trigger/Content Warnings: no content warnings, but this book DOES end on a cliffhanger.
Designer: Rocío Martin Osuna
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Alexander Morgan stands at the pinnacle of pop superstardom—desired by millions, envied by all. But behind the dazzling lights and deafening applause lies a man haunted by secrets. To the world, he's flawless, untouchable. In truth, he's barely holding on.
Christopher Foster, back in London for his sister’s wedding, has his own ghosts to bury. He never expected to collide with Alexander’s turbulent orbit—nor to stir something in the superstar that refuses to stay hidden. As sparks fly and old wounds reopen, the carefully constructed world Alexander lives in begins to fracture under the weight of a passion too fierce to deny.
With the world clamouring for a piece of Alexander, the stolen moments he shares with Christopher become his only escape from the suffocating grip of fame. But in a world where image is everything and the spotlight never fades, can something real survive?
Or will one exposed truth destroy them both?
Stolen Moments is the first book in The Stolen Romance series trilogy. An insta-lust, male-male, forced proximity, strangers-to-lovers, spicy romance with all of the drama, all of the feels, and ends on a nail-biting cliff-hanger... Loosely inspired by a true story!
EXCERPT:
“Thank you for signing the document, I appreciate it.”
I rest my hand on the pillow as I wait for his gaze to meet mine. I want to address our sexual preferences, but I can feel my avoidance kicking in, and this low-hanging fruit feels easier to navigate.
“Well, just to be clear, my lips are sealed, but my facial expressions are under no such obligation.”
He arches his eyebrows when he finally meets my gaze.
“And actually, come to think of it, there are a couple of things I need answering…” His right leg comes up under his left as he adjusts himself on the couch to directly face me. He sounds like a detective about to launch an interrogation, sending my heart rate soaring for all the wrong reasons.
“Shoot,” I say, fighting back the lump in my throat. He’s already in the room. He’s already signed the contract.
“The name I need to save you in my phone under. What should I use? Houdini? Casper? Big Reveal?” His gaze drifts to my crotch as a smirk rises on his face.
“Alex is fine.” I shake my head at the question’s randomness.
“I can’t save your actual name in my phone, according to the MNDA I just signed.” Ah, right. I turn my head away, toward the TV. Avril Lavigne’s Sk8er Boi video is playing out. A smile forms on my face as I remember how I used to think she was singing the song about me.
“Skater Boy,” I say, turning back to Christopher.
“Okay…?” A look of bewilderment appears on his face as he pulls his phone and room key out of his pocket. He places the room key next to the remote, and holds the phone in his hand. There’s an awkward silence, as if he’s waiting for me to explain why.
“I used to use Avril Lavigne as my pseudonym when checking into hotels because I loved that song,” I say, nodding to the TV.
“Then someone worked it out. I never thought someone would think I’d actually use another artist’s name. Now I’m stuck with whatever name Paul or Rob sign me in under.”
“Ah okay.” He nods his head as he types the name into his phone, before returning it to his pocket. “And if someone asks me how we know each other?”
“We can figure that out later,” I say, sliding across the couch. I want—need—to be closer to him, but his hand stops me from getting too close.
about the author:
A.B. Jackson is the pen name of Jack Williamson, a former music industry executive who spent over two decades living life backstage, touring the globe with chart-topping superstars and navigating the wild, unpredictable rhythms of fame.
After years immersed in the spotlight’s shadows, he traded stadiums and arenas for introspection, pivoting into a powerful second act as an author, songwriter, and practicing psychotherapist. Blending sharp insight with raw emotional truth, Jackson brings a unique voice to contemporary fiction. Stolen Moments; the first book in the Stolen Romance trilogy marks his electrifying debut as a novelist.
While this is his first foray into fiction, he’s no stranger to storytelling: under his real name, Jack Williamson, he authored two best-selling non-fiction titles, The Shitty Committee and Maybe You’re the Problem—both praised for their bold honesty and emotional depth.
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