Sunday Spotlight: Idol by Kristen Callihan

Sunday Spotlight is a feature we’re running in 2016. Each week, we will spotlight a release we’re excited about. We’ll be posting exclusive excerpts and being total fangirls. You’ve been warned. 🙂

I’m a huge fan of contemporary romance, of NA and YA books and Kristen Callihan won me over in a big way with her Game On series. When Holly and I found out that she was writing some more contemporary romances featuring a rock star this time, we happy danced like little school girls.

Like this:

We looked exactly like those girls too. 🙂

Idol (VIP #1) by Kristen Callihan
Releases on June 7, 2016 by Kristen Callihan

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Libby

I found Killian drunk and sprawled out on my lawn like some lost prince. With the face of a god and the arrogance to match, the pest won’t leave. Sexy, charming, and just a little bit dirty, he’s slowly wearing me down, making me crave more.

He could be mine if I dare to claim him. Problem is, the world thinks he’s theirs. How do you keep an idol when everyone is intent on taking him away?

Killian

As lead singer for the biggest rock band in the world, I lived a life of dreams. It all fell apart with one fateful decision. Now everything is in shambles.

Until Liberty. She’s grouchy, a recluse—and kind of cute. Scratch that. When I get my hands on her, she is scorching hot and more addictive than all the fans who’ve screamed my name.

The world is clamoring for me to get back on stage, but I’m not willing to leave her. I’ve got to find a way to coax the hermit from her shell and keep her with me. Because, with Libby, everything has changed. Everything.

I can’t stop grinning because I’m so excited for this book to come out. It’s release date is marked as June 7th so we have a few more weeks to be patient but until then, check out this excerpt!

Excerpt

“Jesus.” She rests her clammy hand on my arm. “You’re soaked. And freezing.”

I secure my grip on her because she’s warm and soft, and, yes, I’m fucking freezing. But the truth is I need to hold her right now, need to feel the physical proof that she’s safe and solid. “Don’t know if you noticed,” I say with false lightness, “but it’s raining cows and chickens out there.”

Her snort buffets my skin. “Cows and chickens?”

“This here is farm country, Libs,” I drawl. “Ain’t no cats and dogs filling these here skies.”

I can feel her smile against my chest. “We’re more about produce than cows. Did you see any falling tomatoes out there?”

“I might have been slapped upside the head with some flying arugula. It was too windy to tell.”

As if to punctuate my words, a gust of wind slams into the widows and the whole house seems to rattle.

Libby snuggles closer and her warm hand smoothes over my skin. “And you ran out into this veggie storm without getting dressed?”

“It sounded like you were being murdered,” I grumble. “What was I supposed to do?” Hell, I’m pretty sure I’d walk through fire to get to her if she screamed like that again.

“So you charged into a possible murder attempt armed with a guitar and naked.” She stiffens. “Are you naked? I can’t remember.”

“But you remember the guitar?”

“I thought you were going to brain me with it.”

“Nice. Some thanks I get for my mighty heroics.”

“Let’s focus on the important part here. Please tell me you aren’t naked.”

I grin. “I won’t tell you that.” Truth is, I have on boxer-briefs but it’s fun to tease.

Neither of us move. Me, because I’m pretty much frozen solid. And Libby? Despite her so called fear of my nakedness, she wiggles against my side, like she’s antsy.

“You’re fighting the urge to look down and check, aren’t you?” I say in the dark. My dick stirs like he knows he’s about to become a conversation piece and wants to look his best.

“I’ve already seen the goods, Kill.” So very deadpan.

I give her shoulder a squeeze. “Which means you know exactly how good they are.”

Well, not exactly. She’s seen me at my worst. My dick twitches again as if to protest this injustice and demand another viewing. I tell him to calm the fuck down; it’s not going to happen.

Already Libby is pulling away, her body stiff. “You should dry off. Your skin is like ice.”

“Yeah.” I run a hand through my wet hair. I’m shaking, which can’t be good. But I don’t want to go. I have to, through. I’m no longer needed. Swallowing back a sigh, I stand, noting the way she turns her head so she can’t see. Adorable. I know she wants to check. I fight a shiver. “I’ll let you get back to sleep then.”

“No,” her voice is almost a shout, and I halt.

She doesn’t look up but her hand lifts as if imploring me to stop. “Could you…I mean, you can dry off in my bathroom, maybe? And just…” She makes a choking sound. “I mean, it’s raining.”

A smile pulls at my lips. “You want me to stay, Libs?”

God, please let me stay. I’m so damn cold. And my bed is empty.

“Yeah,” she whispers.

I’m not going to lie, this is me and Holly after reading that excerpt:

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About the Author

Kristen Callihan is an author because there is nothing else she’d rather be. She is a RITA winner and three-time nominee and winner of two RT Reviewer’s Choice awards. Her novels have garnered starred reviews from Publisher’s Weekly and the Library Journal, as well as being awarded top picks by many reviewers. Her debut book FIRELIGHT received RT Magazine’s Seal of Excellence, was named a best book of the year by Library Journal, best book of Spring 2012 by Publisher’s Weekly, and was named the best romance book of 2012 by ALA RUSA. When she is not writing, she is reading.

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