#BlogTour Managed (VIP #2) Kristen Callihan #Review #4.5stars #Excerpt #SlowBurn #LoveHate @Kris10Callihan

Posted November 16, 2016 by Heavenly in 4.5 Stars, Blog Tour, Contemporary Romance, New Release, Our Reviews, Rock Star, Series, Slow Burn / 0 Comments

#BlogTour Managed (VIP #2) Kristen Callihan #Review #4.5stars #Excerpt #SlowBurn #LoveHate @Kris10CallihanManaged (VIP, #2) by Kristen Callihan
Series: VIP #2
Published by Plain Jane Books on November 14, 2016
Genres: Contemporary Romance
Pages: 321
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I received this book for free from in exchange for an honest review. This does not affect my opinion of the book or the content of my review.


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…

Ever since we met Scottie (aka Gabriel Scott) in Idol, I was curious about him and wanted to know his story. I was definitely not disappointed! This book was full of witty banter, intense chemistry, and powerful emotion. I loved every moment, and couldn’t get enough of Scottie and Sophie.

“Shit on a toothpick. I cannot be crushing on this dude. He’s a dick. A hot dick, but still.”

It all starts out when Sophie and Gabriel are seated together on an overseas flight, much to his chagrin. Let the fun begin! The first part of the book is a complete delight as they conduct a verbal volley of assaults meant to disarm each other. I loved it! It really sucked me in and I couldn’t wait to see how this was going to evolve once they got off the plane.

“I want to shut her up with my mouth. Take. And take. And take. Lick up her words, drink in her laughter. I can’t. I won’t.”

Gabriel is such a reticent man, with walls he hides behind to protect himself. Sophie chips away at those walls at every turn, and the real man underneath begins to emerge. She is the perfect opposite to him in every way, and just the one to get under his skin. Their dynamic with one another was heartwarming and the slow burn was perfect for their story.

This series is a lot of fun, and I can’t wait to get the other band members’ stories. The boys’ relationship with each other is so familial and I love the way they torture and support each other in equal measure. Kristen’s characters never fail to draw me in and leave me with a smile on my face.

By Heavenly

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***Excerpt***

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.”

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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 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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