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Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Bippity Boppity Book Presents Light My Fire by Kristina Knight (Tour + Excerpt + Giveaway)



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.


Light My Fire
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…


Excerpt from Light My Fire

Her stomach flip-flopped as Nate wandered through the doors, pausing to grab a longneck from the bar. He wore old camo board shorts, a club T-shirt and worn skater shoes. The man should look like a reject from a bad ’90s teen movie, but Lily’s mouth went dry and she instinctively licked her lips. Nate tipped his beer toward the sound guys at another table and stopped by several tables on his circuit of the room. He never once looked in her direction. Which, of course, kept her eyes glued to his backside as he trekked from one corner to the other.
                  Kat elbowed her. “Are you going to keep drooling over the man or actually go talk to him?”
                  “Drooling.” Lily finished the lemon drink and licked the last bit of salt from the rim. “Damn, he must do five hundred squat thrusts every morning to have an ass like that.”
                  “It’s actually only fifty, but he does run five miles every morning, and there’s the surfing and rock climbing and— What?” Kat waggled her eyebrows. “I read that piece in the fitness magazine a few weeks ago, ‘How America’s Hottest Rock Stars Stay Fit.’ The one you have folded and hidden in your jewelry box—the keepsake Nate bought you for confirmation.”
                  Kat knew her too well. And, in truth, Lily didn’t need the folded-up article. A couple of those snaps were permanently tattooed on her brain, but she didn’t need to admit that. “Must have missed it.”
                  “Come on, you’re a card-carrying member of Nate’s fan club. We all are. Have been ever since he was torturing girls in the hallways at Malibu Prep. Admit it.”
                  Lily shook her head and snagged another fruit-juice-infused drink from a passing waiter. She tucked a long strand of hair behind her ear. “Nope. Not going to admit anything. He’s a coworker, nothing more.”
                  Kat eyed Lily over the rim of her glass. “He wasn’t just a co-worker when he saved you from the paparazzi mud-slinging after that awards show a few months ago. Or when he kissed you in the limo afterward.”
                  “We definitely don’t need to talk about that,” Lily mumbled, hiding the words in the lemony goodness of her glass.
                  “You kissed him. He kissed you back.”
                  Lily shrugged. “And then he ran faster than an Olympic sprinter in the other direction.” Nate moved to the woo-hoo-girls’ table, smiling and chatting. He leaned his elbows against the cherry tabletop as if he couldn’t quite hear what the girls were saying. Her stomach twisted. Just what she didn’t need—a reminder of the kind of girl Nate Lansford wanted. Pretty. Empty-headed. Fun and all too eager to agree to whatever he had in mind.
                  Exactly not like Lily, whose hair was only tamed because of the braids wound around the updo and who took Hollywood way too seriously. Wasn’t that what Nate had said that night? That she had to get over what the paps said about her and get on with her life?
                  As if it was that easy.
                  “You’ve barely said a word to him since that night and you think that that isn’t going to translate into tension on the show?”
                  “Tension makes the ratings,” she said, echoing one of her father’s favorite phrases. He would know. Jonas MacIntyre had produced a string of high comedies and dramas for the various networks, each more steamy and tension-filled than the next, and he credited that tension to stars who wanted one another, but wouldn’t give in. Hadn’t he said that his last cop show flopped because the leads fell into bed before the first season wrapped?
                  Nate signaled the waiter for another round at the table. The woo-hoo girls fawned over him, running their hands up his tattooed arms. One of them would push her hands into his hair before long and pull his face down to hers. That kiss would lead to another fling for America’s hottest rock star.
                  It would also nail
                  Lily’s hand tightened around the stem of her glass and her toes curled against the smooth soles of her boots. One of the woo-hoo girls reached for him, her long red nails like talons, but Nate shook her off.
                  God, he was coming to her table. To tell her once more to give up this image- renewal kick she’d been on since her show was cancelled? Probably. To remind her of the kiss and all the reasons they didn’t make sense as a couple? Likely.
                  The thing was, he was right. A childhood crush did not make Nate the right guy for her. Growing up together, going to school together, didn’t. The fact that he was her another piece of her heart closed, because Lily couldn’t lie to herself. She wanted Nate. Had for as long as she could remember. And he didn’t want her.

Light My Fire: Copyright © 2014 by Kristina Knight used with permission of author/publisher

About the Author:

Once upon a time, Kristina Knight spent her days running from car crash to fire to meetings with 
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.


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