Today, I have the tour for Bad Boy Rock Star by Candy J. Starr, hosted by Xpresso Book Tours, on the blog. Check out an excerpt and giveaway below.
~Synopsis~
Hannah
Sorrento never planned to be a band manager. She’s a princess and the toughest
obstacle she's had in life is finding shoes to match her outfit.
Then her father disappears leaves her with only the money in her purse and a management contract for hot, indie band, STORM. She plans to sell the contract, one way or another, then pack up her designer wardrobe and head back to law school.
But lead singer, Jack Colt, has other ideas. She's never met a man like him before. His raw sexuality is messing with her head and her heart... and a lot of other body parts.
With the help of crazy rock chick, Angie, Hannah sets the band on their first steps to the big time and learns to survive on her own.
But this isn’t some game - soon the threat that Hannah fears most becomes reality.
Jack Colt - he’s arrogant and infuriating but he’s the one that’s there for Hannah when her world comes crashing down. With secrets of his own, will Jack Colt save Hannah or destroy her?
Then her father disappears leaves her with only the money in her purse and a management contract for hot, indie band, STORM. She plans to sell the contract, one way or another, then pack up her designer wardrobe and head back to law school.
But lead singer, Jack Colt, has other ideas. She's never met a man like him before. His raw sexuality is messing with her head and her heart... and a lot of other body parts.
With the help of crazy rock chick, Angie, Hannah sets the band on their first steps to the big time and learns to survive on her own.
But this isn’t some game - soon the threat that Hannah fears most becomes reality.
Jack Colt - he’s arrogant and infuriating but he’s the one that’s there for Hannah when her world comes crashing down. With secrets of his own, will Jack Colt save Hannah or destroy her?
~Excerpt~
"Come on, let's go for a drink."
"Why are you Mr Friendly all of a sudden?"
He grinned at me, in that way that totally disarmed me. How could
he go from being so surly to so charming?
"If you're sticking around, we may as well get to know each
other."
My common sense told me that I did NOT want him wanting me to
stick around but the fibres of my being tingled. You can't really turn down a
drink from a guy who'd saved your life without looking pretty damn ungrateful.
I walked with him to a bar so dark and dingy, it took a while for
my eyes to adjust after the glare outside. He strode over to the bar and
ordered us both beers.
"I'll get it. You know, to say thank you." I didn't want
to make eye contact with him so watched the woman behind the bar. It wouldn't
take much to believe she had a bat hidden away in case of trouble and it would
take nothing at all to imagine her using it.
"I'll get this one, you can get the next round. Let's play pool."
He punched me on the arm as though I were his best buddy. The
happy part of me struggled with the part that waited for this all to fall
apart.
"You know how to play?"
I shook my head. "No idea. Where would I have learnt to play
pool?"
"Just watch me and learn."
He put his money in the slot and the balls plonked down. Then he
got the triangle and set them up.
"I'll break."
I nodded and sipped my beer.
He took his shot and potted a big ball then took another and
missed. He thought he was so good.
"Why don't we have a bet on the game?" I asked.
"Isn't that what people do? In movies and stuff?"
"It wouldn't be fair to bet with a beginner."
"It's okay. Just something friendly-like, to make it more
interesting." I put my head on the side and smiled at him, all innocent
and beguiling.
"Okay. If I win, you tell me the truth about why you’re
managing the band."
I drew my lips into a tight line and looked away from him.
"I guess that's okay, but you have to tell me why such a bad
boy rock star lives in that apartment –"
"It's a shithole old warehouse."
"It's worth a bomb. I know real estate and that place can’t
be cheap. And that car of yours, it's not within the means of a rocker playing
dive bars either."
PURCHASE LINKS:
AUTHOR BIO
Candy J. Starr used to be a band manager until she realised that the band she managed was so lacking in charisma that they actually sucked the charisma out of any room they played. “Screw you,” she said, leaving them to wallow in obscurity – totally forgetting that they owed her big bucks for video equipment hire.
Candy has filmed and interviewed some big names in the rock business, and a lot of small ones. She’s seen the dirty little secrets that go on in the back rooms of band venues. She’s seen the ugly side of rock and the very pretty one.
But, of course, everything she writes is fiction.
Author Links:
Candy has filmed and interviewed some big names in the rock business, and a lot of small ones. She’s seen the dirty little secrets that go on in the back rooms of band venues. She’s seen the ugly side of rock and the very pretty one.
But, of course, everything she writes is fiction.
Author Links:
Twitter - @candyjstarr
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Ohhh very very interesting. I love stories with rock bands! I'll have to check it out!
ReplyDeleteThanks for being on the tour, Chelsea!
ReplyDeleteHmmhh, I don't think this is one for me! I hate the sound of Jack, I already want to punch him :O
ReplyDeleteVery nice post Chelsea! I don't think this one would be for me personally. :)
ReplyDeleteBad Boy Rock sounds pretty good! I love bad-boys (but not if they're only bad) and I love reading about rock-stars, so it seems like it has at least two things I enjoy reading about :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for hosting this awesome giveaway, Chelsea :)
Happy reading!
Lexxie @ (un)Conventional Bookviews
That was actually one of my favorite scenes in the book! :)
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