By Kristen Callihan
Release Day: November 14, 2016
4.5 Sunshine Stars****
soooooo ahhh Scottie...
soooooo ahhh Scottie...
I love Kristen callihans books they always great reads for me, I get addicted to her words, high on the chemistry between the characters, and then add that with a music band you get fireworks. I just love this series so much. Plus Scottie Scottie, who doesn't just love a broken hero??!!
I remembered Scottie back in Idol as the cold hearted, tough manager of Kill John yet I kind of wanted to read him unravel, come undone and fall for someone who is worthy of his love. And that is definitely what he got in Sophie..
Sophie is a photographer which Scottie met on his flight... unbeknown to Scottie he had to share his next seat with Sophie and what was one night of her getting to know his vulnerable side, that kind of cemented them in a way that is unknown to them both until later...
It became more and then Gabriel Scott realises he needed someone special for himself. He just needed to believe that. He had me swooning many a time let me tell you...
Also Sophie - Sophie 'Darling' I'll describe as a sexy Marilyn Monroe in today's day! She's fun, quirky, sexy, happy, argumentative, competitive, easy going and everything that Gabriel isn't but actually needs. She's fun and fun makes Gabriel happy...
This story was very much a slow burn read, delicious, lots of sexual tension that had me hanging on for dear life... I was so ready for them to do it... buttt it was also so much more... I really felt Gabriel's love and his need to be loved, to just let Sophie in but also his boys, the band is his life and it's always good to see the tough exterior open up some. Oh how I love a broken hero... Gabriel was alllll that, I love this series: actually Kristen's writing gets me every time and I'm super excited for the rest of the bands books. Especially Jax and also the love interest between Brenna and Rye has me saying hellll yesssss... More more more!!
Ok enjoy, that is all Xoxo
ARC generously gifted in exchange for an honest review
In all this time, I had yet to see Gabriel without a shirt. He hides his body like a pious Victorian, never letting me see anything other than him fully dressed and polished. Now I know why. Had he let me get a glimpse, I might never have been able to form a coherent thought around him. This man’s chest is a work of art. It’s every fantasy I’ve had about a man’s body made real. I don’t even know how that’s possible, but I’m not about to complain. God, he looks touchable. Olive skin, tight little brownish nipples, a smattering of dark chest hair over the most incredibly honed— “You’re staring.” His tone is dry. “Yes, I am.” I drag my eyes up and find his expression bemused. A thick brow lifts. I try to mimic the look and fail when both of my brows lift as one. His lips twitch in amusement. He shifts his weight, causing his abs to clench. Good Lord. He’s not some overdeveloped gym worshiper, just solid and strong, that perfect balance between defined musculature and healthy male— “You’re still staring, Sophie.” “You think it’s easy looking away from all this splendor?” I ask his belly button, licking my lips when he huffs out a laugh and just a little bit more of his lower abs are revealed, slanting toward the thick bulge of his cock, which is lamentably hidden behind his slacks. “You’re impossible,” he mutters, though there is humor in his voice. He strolls farther into the room and then practically kills me when he sits in one of the low-slung armchairs. That body, sprawled out on display, those thick, long thighs braced as if to take me in his lap—it’s too much. I want to straddle him and lick my way from the hollow of his throat to the tip of his cock. He eyes me as if he knows what I’m thinking, and the air thickens. So many things we left unsaid. I’m remembering his lips now, surprisingly soft, but strong with purpose. From the way his lids lower, I wonder if he’s remembering things as well. But he doesn’t move. Tension glides over his body and snakes around the room. I feel it in my throat and down my spine. We’re closing up again, retreating. Slowly, I toe off my shoes and set my gear down, never breaking eye contact. “I was being completely honest,” I tell him. “I see you like this and I want to stare forever.” He snorts, shaking his head even as he rests his temple on his knuckles. “What do you mean ‘like this’?” “Undone.” He tenses. It does lovely things to that chest. I focus on his face, mainly to maintain some semblance of decorum. “You think this is me undone?” he asks quietly. “It’s a start.” I reach for my camera bag. “Will you let me photograph you?” There is safety to be found with the camera between us. A way for both of us to hide until we’re comfortable around each other again. “You’re serious?” “You sound surprised.” Holding my camera, I sit in the sofa opposite him. “Don’t tell me no one has asked to take your picture before.” “They’ve asked. I never saw the point.” He shrugs. “I’m not the story.” You’re my story. You always were. “This is just for me,” I say instead. “No one else.” His shrewd gaze pins me. “Why do you want this?” So I can have a bit of you forever. “Pictures capture moments in time. I want this one—when you finally let me see a sliver of the man behind the clothes.” His nostrils flare on an indrawn breath, and he slowly lets it out. When he speaks, his voice is a rasp. “Take the pictures.”
Kristen Callihan is an author because there is nothing else she’d rather be. She is a three-time RITA 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.