Wednesday, June 8, 2016

Blog Tour: Idol by Kristen Callihan

By Kristen Callihan
Release Day: June 7, 2016


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?


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.


4.5 Stars
Review by Lisa Kane

I am so used to Kristen's sports romances that it took me a little to get into this book. Like maybe by the second page! Killian James winds up on Liberty Bell's (how great is that name??) front yard. Drunk as a skunk lying beside his overturned motor cycle. He picked the wrong girl's lawn to crash and burn. Liberty lost a big chunk of her life from the actions of a drunk and the last thing she needs or wants is one standing (or rather lying down) in front of her. 

But Liberty's got class and she can't let this bum just lie in his own vomit so when he rouses himself and follows her in doors she cleans him up. Puts him to bed. When he wakes up Killian gets a big dose of reality. His life is falling apart right in front of him. He was the lead singer for Kill John, the hottest band tearing up the charts. But Jax, one of his closest friends and teammates spiraled downward and the rest of the band followed. Now Killian is just looking to hang out in this hick town and get his head on straight. Liberty seems oblivious to who he is and he wants it to stay that way. 

Killian James. Lead singer and guitarist for Kill John. The biggest fucking rock band in the word. Oh, God, I want to laugh. Just lose it right here and now.

Liberty once had dreams of her own, but for the last year she's been doing some hiding of her own. Killian is about to discover one of her secret passions and he won't be content until she realizes just how much talent she has and what a waste she is making of her life right now. Talk about two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl. They are what the other is missing, but once they are whole and the big bad world comes crashing in, can they survive?

I'm a twenty seven year old multimillionaire singer guitarist in the biggest rock band in the world, and I have no earthly clue how to have a relationship with a woman. I could laugh. But I don't find it funny. 

I loved this book. I loved the plot and the characters and I loved the angst. The banter back and forth is witty and often laugh out loud funny. The heartbreaking parts are just the right combo of "oh no he didn't" and "I'm gonna throw this Kindle" and come at just the right moments. You know when that is, just when you think it's safe and warm and fuzzy and then evil Kristen decides maybe she needs to shake up this little love fest and throws a dagger or two right at your heart. Hells bells I live for these snippets of stomach plummeting drops when I'm scared my beloved couple won't survive yet another obstacle. Oh, the feels for this one. Buckle up and enjoy the ride! 

"Love breaks your heart, fucks you up-perfect, all consuming chaos. I didn't know what to do with that."


“You know,” I say conversationally, as I kick back, “I want to fuck you right now.”
Libby jerks as if pinched and sits a little straighter, before getting a hold of herself and slouching as if she’s completely chill. Cute.
She gives me a smirk and sips her water before drawling, “And what? Mark your territory? Assert your manly dominance?”
“Yep.” I slide my gaze to hers. “But mostly I just want to fuck you all the time.”
God, I love the way her lips part and body flushes with heat. So subtle, but there all the same. It makes me hard as steel, my balls squeezing tight. I don’t look at her but pretend I’m observing the room. The lights are dimming for the movie now, the empty chairs in front of us obscuring our lower halves.
Slowly my hand falls to space between us and smooths along her hip. She delicately shivers as my fingers trace down her thigh.
“What about you,” I murmur, lightly toying with her skirt in the darkening room. “You want to fuck me, baby doll?”
“Right now, I want to kick you,” she gets out between clenched teeth. “Keep your hands to yourself. There are nosy ass people everywhere.”
“They’re all watching the movie. Not us.” Focusing on the screen, I keep my expression neutral as I ease my hand under her skirt. Her skin is smooth and warm. The movie starts in a blast of music and the familiar old logo as I trace over her knee and up her soft thigh. “And that wasn’t a ‘no.’”
She makes a cute growl in the back of her throat, but her legs part just enough to give me room to delve between them. Her inner thighs are hot and damp, and my cock twitches.
The storyline rolls along, my touch idly roams. Libby remains utterly still but I can practically feel the tension vibrating within her. When the tip of my finger skims the crease where her thigh meets her hip, her breath catches, legs parting wider.
“Have I mentioned how much I appreciated this new skirt-filled wardrobe?” I whisper, lightly drawing circles along her skin.
“Brenna’s idea.” Her hips shift just a bit, following my touch. “Right now, I’m missing my shorts.”
I smile, my eyes on the screen, my fingers drifting to the edge of her panties. “Later, you can put them on and we’ll play ‘Fuck the Farmer’s Daughter.’”
She grunts, a stifled laugh, which turns to a strangled whimper when I pluck her panties. Her voice turns breathy. “I’m trying to watch the damn movie. I’m not interested in fooling around.” She moves a tiny fraction, nudging against my finger.
In the dark, I grin, heat and lust pulling my abs tight. “I’m sorry,” I say, not sorry at all, “But I don’t believe you. I’m gonna have to check.”

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.

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