Blog Tour + Giveaway: Rock King by Tara Leigh
Today we have the blog tour for ROCK KING by Tara Leigh! I’m so excited to share this with you—be sure to grab your copy today!
Rock King by Tara Leigh
Genre: Rockstar Romance
About Rock King:
Fans of Kristen Callihan and Kylie Scott will scream for this sizzling bad boy rock star romance!
I'm not who you think I am.
Shane Hawthorne has it all. At least, that's what the headlines say about me. I have millions of fans, awards, more money - and women - than I know what to do with. But what you don't see is the wreckage I've caused. The memories and pain I can't escape, even when I pour them into music and spin them into gold.
I tried to forget. To lose myself in booze and groupies. It didn't work. It hurt me and - worse - it hurt my band. That's the last thing I want to do, so I'm cleaning up my act... starting with Delaney Fraser.
Gorgeous, smart, drama-free, and even nice - Delaney is the perfect "girlfriend." When I'm with her I don't have to pretend. It's like she sees the real me. And I can see a future with her. But that's dangerous. Because the truth is, Shane Hawthorne doesn't actually exist. He's a shield to hide who I really am. Fraud. Runaway. Addict. Murderer.
And it's impossible to love a lie, right?
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The Nothing but Trouble series:
Rock King
Rock Rebel
Exclusive Excerpt:
Shane Hawthorne wanted me, Delaney Fraser, to be his girlfriend? Something told me I should make a break for it,
leave now before he reduced my world to rubble. But I didn’t. I stayed put,
waiting for him to supply more details. Waiting for Shane to redefine my world,
because as far as I knew, relationships didn’t require conference rooms and
contracts.
“I’m sure you’ve seen the gossip rags. I’m no choir boy. But I’m
not looking for drama, Delaney. When I’m on the road, fans and groupies are
constantly trying to sneak their way into my dressing rooms, hotel rooms, even
onto the tour bus and private planes. The best way to discourage them is by
having a beautiful woman by my side. I want that woman to be you.”
I tilted my head to the side, something telling me I should read
between the lines, but I didn’t even understand where the lines were. “Me?”
A rumble erupted from deep in Shane’s chest. Dear God, his laugh
was even sexier than his voice. “Yes, you.” He widened his thighs, pulling my
chair closer and drawing my knees between his legs.
As if in slow motion, I watched his hand coming toward me, a
shiver of pleasure rolling down my spine as it curved around the back of my
neck, his fingers blazing a path into my hair as he leaned forward. Then all I
felt was Shane’s full lips descending on my own, his mouth brushing against
mine in a whisper-soft caress. But he pulled back too quickly, leaving me
wanting more. My eyes fluttered open, absorbing the impact of his provocative
grin like a kick to the solar plexus.
This wasn’t happening. This
couldn’t be happening.
And then it happened again. Shane pressed harder this time,
swallowing my breath as his tongue pushed into my mouth.
Shane Hawthorne tasted like spearmint and something headier,
muskier…liquid testosterone maybe.
When he broke away, he took my soft groan of protest with him.
One taste of heaven wasn’t nearly enough. “So, what do you think, Delaney—will
you be my girlfriend?” Shane looked at me as if asking me to share his life was
the most natural thing in the world.
Swallowing the want surging up my chest, filling my lungs,
clawing at my throat, I managed a quiet whisper. “I think it’s a bad idea.”
Shane hooked a thumb beneath my chin, holding me still as his
needy gaze scanned every inch of my face. “But it feels so good bein’ bad.”
He clearly didn’t know the first thing about me. All my life I’d
been a good girl. Coloring between the lines, following the rules. Until one
night, I slipped up. Put my own needs and wants ahead of anyone else’s, without
considering the consequences. I learned a painful lesson. Being bad came at too
high of a cost.
Shane Hawthorne wanted me, Delaney Fraser, to be his girlfriend? Something told me I should make a break for it,
leave now before he reduced my world to rubble. But I didn’t. I stayed put,
waiting for him to supply more details. Waiting for Shane to redefine my world,
because as far as I knew, relationships didn’t require conference rooms and
contracts.
“I’m sure you’ve seen the gossip rags. I’m no choir boy. But I’m
not looking for drama, Delaney. When I’m on the road, fans and groupies are
constantly trying to sneak their way into my dressing rooms, hotel rooms, even
onto the tour bus and private planes. The best way to discourage them is by
having a beautiful woman by my side. I want that woman to be you.”
I tilted my head to the side, something telling me I should read
between the lines, but I didn’t even understand where the lines were. “Me?”
A rumble erupted from deep in Shane’s chest. Dear God, his laugh
was even sexier than his voice. “Yes, you.” He widened his thighs, pulling my
chair closer and drawing my knees between his legs.
As if in slow motion, I watched his hand coming toward me, a
shiver of pleasure rolling down my spine as it curved around the back of my
neck, his fingers blazing a path into my hair as he leaned forward. Then all I
felt was Shane’s full lips descending on my own, his mouth brushing against
mine in a whisper-soft caress. But he pulled back too quickly, leaving me
wanting more. My eyes fluttered open, absorbing the impact of his provocative
grin like a kick to the solar plexus.
This wasn’t happening. This
couldn’t be happening.
And then it happened again. Shane pressed harder this time,
swallowing my breath as his tongue pushed into my mouth.
Shane Hawthorne tasted like spearmint and something headier,
muskier…liquid testosterone maybe.
When he broke away, he took my soft groan of protest with him.
One taste of heaven wasn’t nearly enough. “So, what do you think, Delaney—will
you be my girlfriend?” Shane looked at me as if asking me to share his life was
the most natural thing in the world.
Swallowing the want surging up my chest, filling my lungs,
clawing at my throat, I managed a quiet whisper. “I think it’s a bad idea.”
Shane hooked a thumb beneath my chin, holding me still as his
needy gaze scanned every inch of my face. “But it feels so good bein’ bad.”
He clearly didn’t know the first thing about me. All my life I’d
been a good girl. Coloring between the lines, following the rules. Until one
night, I slipped up. Put my own needs and wants ahead of anyone else’s, without
considering the consequences. I learned a painful lesson. Being bad came at too
high of a cost.
Enter Tara’s Giveaway:
About Tara Leigh:
Tara Leigh attended Washington University in St. Louis and Columbia Business School in New York, and worked on Wall Street and Main Street before “retiring” to become a wife and mother. When the people in her head became just as real as the people in her life, she decided to put their stories on paper. Tara currently lives in Fairfield County, Connecticut with her husband, children and fur-baby, Pixie.

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