Welcome to my stop with Bippity Boppity Book tour of Light My Fire: The Rockers Trilogy # 1 by Kristina Knight. Please be sure to check out the other tour stops, and don't forget to enter the tour wide giveaway where one winner will get a $5 gift card to Amazon or Barnes, and one title from Kristina Knight's backlist in eBook format of choice.
About The Book:
The Rockers Trilogy # 1
Kristina Knight
Publisher: Harlequin
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Length: 100 Pages
Release Date: 1 September, 2014
Heat Level: 4
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About The Book:
Lily
MacIntyre needs to shed her sitcom teen-queen image if she's going to carve out
a real career in Hollywood. A tabloid-worthy fling with rocker Nate
Lansford--her childhood friend and new cohost of a reality talent show--should
do it. As long as she can accept that the notorious player will be moving on to
the next eager conquest when the season wraps.
Long
before Nate's hard-hearted image took hold, he and Lily were each other's
protectors and allies. No one knows him the way she does--and he doesn't want
his messed-up past to muddy up her potential. For once, the bad boy is trying
to be good. Not easy when the good girl is getting wicked with him in the back
of his limo and every white-hot kiss proves they can never be "just
friends" again…
Light My Fire: Copyright © 2014 by Kristina Knight used with permission of author/publisher
local police--no, she wasn't a troublemaker, she was a
journalist. Her career took her all over the United States, writing about
everything from a serial killer's capture to the National Finals Rodeo. Along
the way she found her very own Knight in Shining Cowboy Boots and an abiding
love for romance novels. Kristina writes contemporary romance with a smattering
of sass, sex and (of course) drama, and she loves hearing from readers. And
just like the characters from her favorite books, she's living her own happily
ever after.
Excerpt:
She pushed away from the table. It was time to go before she went maudlin over Nate’s choices in women—while she still had a little bit of her dignity intact.
He glanced toward her table, straightened, and her arm froze midlift. A splash of her drink sloshed over the lip of the glass as his chocolate-brown eyes focused on her. It was as if everything in the club faded away, leaving only the two of them and few yards of tiled floor between. Nate tipped his beer bottle toward her, quirked one eyebrow and smiled that half smile that women around the world screeched over.
brother’s best friend was a definite mark against him.
But as he crossed the floor, the memory of that kiss washed over her like it had happened yesterday. How hot it had gotten in his limo in the fraction of a second it took for him to lean across the backseat and swipe a tear off her cheek. The feel of his calloused fingers against the sensitive skin of her neck.
Lily gulped in a calming breath and set her drink aside. Who needed alcohol? From across the room, Nate was intoxicating enough. Up close, she was already drunk on him.
“And here we go.” Kat whispered the words, but Lily heard them clearly despite the loud music and boisterous crowd. Probably because she was thinking the same thing. Kat threw back the last of her drink and smiled as Nate drew abreast of their table. “Nathan Lansford. I see you’re still a fan of talent shows.”
He grinned at Kat, who’d served as his backup singer in too many high school talent shows to count. “You know I’m just a sucker for the spotlight.” He focused his attention on Lily for an intense moment. “I see you left your Mary Janes in the closet again.”
“I haven’t worn Mary Janes since I was about seven, but if you’re looking for fashion advice, ratty board shorts probably aren’t the best choice for an office party.” Lily kept her voice cool, as if her heart wasn’t racing and her temperature already rising just from his proximity.
He smirked at her. “Hollywood parties aren’t like the domesticated affairs you have in Beverly Hills or even Malibu. And that single drink has more rum in it than you’ve had in a single sitting in your entire life.”
“Still playing older brother, I see.”
“Someone’s got to watch out for you, and Chase is working with the new band tonight.” He lazed against the table as if he planned to stay there for the night. Lily was torn between wanting him to stay so she could show him just how much she’d changed and wanting to slug the patronizing grin off his face.
She chose, instead, to finish her drink, keeping her gaze locked on Nate’s as she finished off the lemon-and-rum concoction.
“Well, I can see I’m not needed here.” Kat pushed away from the table. “And I’ve got an early call in the morning anyhow.” She held her hand up to her ear like a phone. “Call me when you’re done shooting, we’ll hit a few more shops on Melrose.” And before Lily could say anything, Kat faded into the crowd, leaving her alone at the table with Nate.
“I don’t need looking after.”
“As a matter of fact, Miss Rebel-Without-a-Cause, you do.” When Lily signaled a waiter, Nate shooed him away. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.” His hand seared her elbow, sending a trail of heat through her body.
“We tried that once before. It didn’t end well.” He blinked, but didn’t say anything. Lily pulled away. “In case you missed the memo, I’m Chase’s sister, not yours.”
Fire burned in his brown eyes, sending a spear of excitement into Lily’s belly. “I know exactly what your relationship is to me.”
Her breathing grew shallow. “And what is that, exactly?” She wished the words sounded stronger, but as always where Nate was concerned, she couldn’t seem to find her center.
He watched her for a moment too long and her muscles tightened in response.
“Next to your twin brother, you are the only person in this world I care to call a friend,” he finally said, tilting his head to the left and motioning toward the door. “Now, if Your Highness is ready, I’ll drive you home.”
Lily deflated a bit at that. Friend. She didn’t need or want him throwing that word at her again, not after the way he’d kissed her—so not friendlike—in the back of that limo. “I already told you I don’t need a driver. I’m quite capable of driving my own car to my own house, L.A. traffic and all.”
He glanced toward her table, straightened, and her arm froze midlift. A splash of her drink sloshed over the lip of the glass as his chocolate-brown eyes focused on her. It was as if everything in the club faded away, leaving only the two of them and few yards of tiled floor between. Nate tipped his beer bottle toward her, quirked one eyebrow and smiled that half smile that women around the world screeched over.
brother’s best friend was a definite mark against him.
But as he crossed the floor, the memory of that kiss washed over her like it had happened yesterday. How hot it had gotten in his limo in the fraction of a second it took for him to lean across the backseat and swipe a tear off her cheek. The feel of his calloused fingers against the sensitive skin of her neck.
Lily gulped in a calming breath and set her drink aside. Who needed alcohol? From across the room, Nate was intoxicating enough. Up close, she was already drunk on him.
“And here we go.” Kat whispered the words, but Lily heard them clearly despite the loud music and boisterous crowd. Probably because she was thinking the same thing. Kat threw back the last of her drink and smiled as Nate drew abreast of their table. “Nathan Lansford. I see you’re still a fan of talent shows.”
He grinned at Kat, who’d served as his backup singer in too many high school talent shows to count. “You know I’m just a sucker for the spotlight.” He focused his attention on Lily for an intense moment. “I see you left your Mary Janes in the closet again.”
“I haven’t worn Mary Janes since I was about seven, but if you’re looking for fashion advice, ratty board shorts probably aren’t the best choice for an office party.” Lily kept her voice cool, as if her heart wasn’t racing and her temperature already rising just from his proximity.
He smirked at her. “Hollywood parties aren’t like the domesticated affairs you have in Beverly Hills or even Malibu. And that single drink has more rum in it than you’ve had in a single sitting in your entire life.”
“Still playing older brother, I see.”
“Someone’s got to watch out for you, and Chase is working with the new band tonight.” He lazed against the table as if he planned to stay there for the night. Lily was torn between wanting him to stay so she could show him just how much she’d changed and wanting to slug the patronizing grin off his face.
She chose, instead, to finish her drink, keeping her gaze locked on Nate’s as she finished off the lemon-and-rum concoction.
“Well, I can see I’m not needed here.” Kat pushed away from the table. “And I’ve got an early call in the morning anyhow.” She held her hand up to her ear like a phone. “Call me when you’re done shooting, we’ll hit a few more shops on Melrose.” And before Lily could say anything, Kat faded into the crowd, leaving her alone at the table with Nate.
“I don’t need looking after.”
“As a matter of fact, Miss Rebel-Without-a-Cause, you do.” When Lily signaled a waiter, Nate shooed him away. “Come on, I’ll drive you home.” His hand seared her elbow, sending a trail of heat through her body.
“We tried that once before. It didn’t end well.” He blinked, but didn’t say anything. Lily pulled away. “In case you missed the memo, I’m Chase’s sister, not yours.”
Fire burned in his brown eyes, sending a spear of excitement into Lily’s belly. “I know exactly what your relationship is to me.”
Her breathing grew shallow. “And what is that, exactly?” She wished the words sounded stronger, but as always where Nate was concerned, she couldn’t seem to find her center.
He watched her for a moment too long and her muscles tightened in response.
“Next to your twin brother, you are the only person in this world I care to call a friend,” he finally said, tilting his head to the left and motioning toward the door. “Now, if Your Highness is ready, I’ll drive you home.”
Lily deflated a bit at that. Friend. She didn’t need or want him throwing that word at her again, not after the way he’d kissed her—so not friendlike—in the back of that limo. “I already told you I don’t need a driver. I’m quite capable of driving my own car to my own house, L.A. traffic and all.”
About The Author:
Once
upon a time, Kristina Knight spent her days running from car crash to fire to
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