Idol (VIP #1) By Kristen Callihan – 4 Stars
Some people may not know this, but I’m not into rocker romances. I think the first one I read scarred me for life and I’ve avoided them ever since. But after reading Kristen Callihan’s Game On Series, I fell head over heels for her writing and knew I had to give this one a try. I mean, the woman created Drew freaking Baylor. And I am so glad I did! Kristen’s writing is filled with humor, angst, and romance and they were all present in Idol.
Libby is a hermit. She lives at home, works from home, and basically never leaves home unless she absolutely has to. One night, a drunken man crashes onto her lawn and leaves Libby no choice but to help him sober up. After realizing that man is Killian James, lead singer of a extremely popular band called Kill John, Libby and Killian form a bond over music. They spend time together in her small town before she sets out on tour with Kill John after Killian discovers Libby’s amazing voice.
Not surprisingly, Killian our hero was just perfection. When Libby finds him sprawled out on her lawn, it’s clear Killian isn’t himself and has been going through something. And even though Libby is pretty wary of him, his sweet charm just wins her over.
Killian’s expression goes soft, his gaze running over my face. His smile grows.
“What?” I ask, thrown by the gleam in his eyes. It makes my breath catch.
He says it so matter of fact I snort. “You sound surprised.”
Killian leans in just a little, “Truth? I am. You’ve been scowling at me so much…Ah there it is again. Glaring hate-fire at me.”
The calloused tip of his finger traces the top of my cheek, and my lower belly clenches in shock. His voice grows thoughtful, “But when you smile? You kind of glow.”
I loved loved his personality, their banter, and everything about them together.
“Tell me you want this too, baby doll.”
“Want what?” I can’t think, my head is heavy, my limbs fumbling.
His dark eyes meet mine. “Everything.”
And GOD DAMN is Killian sexy.
“You’ve been teasing me all day with this thin excuse for a top,” he murmurs, his voice dark and rough…
Dark eyes roam. His breath gusts over my skin, his mouth so close to my aching nipple. “Barely covers those sweet little tits. You gonna show them to me now, Libby?”
God his voice. It’s heated toffee, sticky and rich, coating my skin. It’s black magic, taking command of my body. I sway a bit, wanting to press myself against him, fighting for just a little longer because anticipation aches so sweet.
“You like me looking at you Libby?”
I can only make a strangled sound.
“Yeah, I think you do. Lower your top, baby doll. Show me what I’ve been dreaming about for weeks.”
This story was overall low on the drama and high on the sweet romance. The MCs and the rest of the cast were just amazing characters.
I think my only critique would be I would have liked a bit more time with them getting to know each other before the story switched gears and Libby and Killian go on tour together. The months they spend getting to know one another was kind of skirted over. I loved their relationship, but I really wish there was more of their story before they jumped into such a big commitment with one another.
Overall, I would MOST DEFINITELY recommend this for fans of Kristen’s and those who just want a great romance. We also get a glimpse into the next book in the series, and HOLY HELL AM I EXCITED FOR THAT. I just know Scottie is going to be one of those delicious alpha assholes with a heart of gold (my favorite kind.) That glimpse into his book was hysterical and it doesn’t hurt that he’s described as a David Gandy lookalike. 😉
Idol is out now!
“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 Kristen Callihan:
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 award. 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.