I wasn't sure what to expect when I picked up IDOL. I love a good rocker story because they're generally filled with angst and sex. But when Kristen Callihan works her magic with this trope, it becomes so much more.
When we met Killian, I figured he was going to be a typical rock star who self indulged and didn't care how it effected anyone in his general vicinity. But that wasn't Killian. Killian had a huge heart and bore the burden of others. What he didn't realize is that he needed a partner to help temper the unsavory side of being a rock God. He found that in the most unlikely of places at a time that truly didn't reflect who he is.
Liberty wasn't your typical heroine. She was a self-made recluse who hide at her grandmother's home rather than attempt to live her life or follow her dreams. But when she found a drunk Killian on her front lawn, her life changed. She found the support she needed to reach for her dreams and believe in herself.
I don't know if I would have liked either one of these main characters if they weren't with the other. Their draw to one another forced their hidden parts to surface. Forced them to look at the good and ugly sides of their characters and understand that it's ok to need someone.
Once these two gave into their sexual chemistry, they were extremely hot together. But it's that sexual tension that made it hard to put this book down. You were never really sure if Killian was going to be able to convince Liberty they should be together or stay together as the story moved along.
I look forward to more in the VIP series. The guys in the band were interesting and would definitely warrant having their own stories.
EXCERPT
“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.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
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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