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.
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
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