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:
"I didn't run away."
"You say tomato." Lily waved her hand. "We have to work together. So, rules."
They were barely moving now. The dance was more of a rock from one foot to the other, but the dance floor was so crowded that it didn't matter. No one was moving much. Nate's arms stole around her waist - this time over the long, brown coat - to pull her more snugly against his body.
"You really think we need rules?"
She nodded. "We're friends. The friends-to-lovers leap can be fraught with danger - "
"Fraught?"
"Filled with? Does that meet your rock star sensibilities a little better?"
Nate laughed, throwing his head back and letting go. "I may not have graduated from UCLA with a marketing degree like you, but that doesn't mean I need a vocabulary lesson. Fraught, an adjective, from the Middle Dutch. It was another word for 'freight' at one point - "
It was Lily's turn to put her finger over his lips. "You're rambling."
He offered a shrug. "I didn't want you to think I was completely uneducated."
"I know exactly how intelligent you are beneath the board shorts and old T-shirts, thanks. And it doesn't change the fact that we need some ground rules so that our friendship is still standing at the end of this, and so that we don't spontaneously combust in the middle of a live show in a few weeks."
"I don't think we've actually talked about what this might be."
"Nathan, we're both twenty-seven years old. I'm not the last virgin from the class of 2003. I know how this works. It's called sexual tension, and it's been building since before the kiss that sent...whatever else this is besides the chemistry into orbit."
He watched her for a long moment ad she couldn't read his expression in the alternating green and red lights from the DJ booth. For the first time since she realized that it was Nate waiting to take her in his arms, Lily was scared. What if he walked away again?
She didn't think their friendship could take months of working together without doing anything about their attraction. By the end of the season, there might not be a friendly feeling left between them. Sleeping together might not be the best solution, but it had to be a better option than never talking to Nate again. Especially when he was bound to show at family events, being part of her brother's company.
"I think the typical friends-with-benefits rules would work. You're not my type, I'm not yours, so we have that base covered."
Lily didn't like the sound of that. Because while she mentally knew Nate wasn't the kind of guy to build a life with, she also knew he was every girl's type from the reckless air he cultivated to the sultry songs he sang. Plus, she loved him. In a friend way. But he didn't need to know that.
"Definitely. I like my guys clean shaven and financially solvent."
"I'm not exactly a pauper, Lil."
"You know what I mean. Normal job. Normal life."
"Says the actress."
"We're getting off track. Rule number one: We aren't one another's type. Easy enough to remember. Rule number two: we don't complicate things with regular dates or phone calls or texts. This is about saving our friendship by working out the sex component."
"Your clinical mind is becoming sexier by the second."
She slapped his shoulder. "Stop it. You're just trying to get into my pants."
He nuzzled his chin against her neck, his stubble grating, making her want more than a chaste touch on the dance floor.
"Rule one: No types. Rule two: No complications." He paused. "Two is a nice round number."
Lily swallowed the lump in her throat because this last rule might shine a light on just how serious this was for her. Nate was already a big part of her life. He was her brother's best friend, her friend. Her memories with him were already deep and keeping this light was going to be a challenge no matter how many rules they created.
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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