Megjelenés éve: 2016.
Fülszöveg: It started off as a battle of wits. Me: the ordinary girl with a big mouth against Him: the sexy bastard with a big...ego.
I thought I’d hit the jackpot when I was upgraded to first class on my flight to London.
That is until HE sat next to me. Gabriel Scott: handsome as sin, cold as ice. Nothing and no one gets to him. Ever. He’s a legend in his own right, the manager of the biggest rock band in the world, and an arrogant ass who looks down his nose at me.
I thought I’d give him hell for one, long flight. I didn’t expect to like him. I didn’t expect to want him. But the biggest surprise? He wants me too. Only in a way I didn’t see coming.
If I accept his proposal, I leave myself open to falling for the one man I can’t manage. But I’m tempted to say yes. Because the real man beneath those perfect suits and that cool façade just might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I just might be the only one who can melt the ice around his heart.
Let the battle begin…
Óóóó, ez a regény most annyira kellett a lelkemnek!
Egyenes rajongok Kristen Callihan könyveiért, és annak ellenére, hogy nem vagyok nagyon oda ezekért a rockbandás sztorikért, a VIP sorozata különleges helyet foglal el a szívemben. Főleg ezután a kötet után. Annyira minden volt, amire szükségem van egy remek romantikus könyvben! Ehhez még adjuk hozzá az írónő pompás stílusát, és máris egy feledhetetlen élményben lesz részünk.
Ahw, szétrobban a szívem. Nem is értem, hogy lehet egy könyv ennyire hatással a lelkemre.
Olyan jó érzés volt olvasni, ahogy Gabriel és Sophie egymást segítve találták meg az utat egymáshoz. Lehet, hogy furcsán hangzik, de ez így volt. Karakterfejlődés szempontjából számomra ez az év regénye.
Amellett, hogy remek kis útmutató, egy igazán kalandos szerelmi regény is.
Imádtam Scottie és Sophie románcát!
Gabriel, a maga sebezhetőségével, azonnal hatalmas szerelmem lett.
Sophie pedig, ez a kedves, vicces csajszi, lehetetlenné tette, hogy ne szeressem meg.
Imádtam a bandás jeleneteket, hatalmas figurák a srácok.
Már várom a következő részt!
Már várom a következő részt!
Oooh, this book was the thingI needed right now!
I flove Kristen Callihan’s books. Despite the fact that I don’t really like books about rock bands, her series, VIP, has a special place in my heart. And after this book, it’s a sure thing. It has everything I like in a real romance book. And with her unique and amazing style, this book is unforgettable.
Ahw, my heart is so full! I don’t get it how a book can affect me like that. Okay, I may now the secret, but I don’t kiss and tell. It was a really great feeling to read about the way Gabriel and Sophie’s relationship was developing and how they found the way to each other. As for character development, this is the book of the year.
And it was a really adventurous romance novel as well.
Oh, how much I love Scottie and Sophie!
Gabriel, with his vulnerability, had my heart almost immediately.
And Sophie, this funny and gentle girl made it impossible to dislike her.
And I adored the scenes with the band. They’re amazing!
I can’t wait for the next book!
I can’t wait for the next book!
Gabriel Scott might not know how to manage me, but I sure as shit am clueless when it comes to him too.
I’m caught between snatching the sandwich and admiring the effortless way he moves. Which is just ridiculous, I grump silently, sinking my teeth into honey wheat bread. Lusting over the way a man moves. What next? Writing poetry about the scruff along his jaw?
Sadly, I could. I really could.
“I’m not very good at complicated,” (…) “But for Gabriel, I’m willing to try.”
Gabriel Scott has become my top priority in life. Whatever we are, whatever we’ll be, that will not change.
“The second you are out of my sight, I want you back where I can see you.”
“You are my greatest weakness because I have no defense when it comes to you.”
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.