Tuesday, July 17, 2018

ROCK LEGEND BY TARA LEIGH-BLOG TOUR




I’m no Prince Charming.

Most people know me as the drummer for Nothing but Trouble. Depending who you ask, I’m also a playboy, a loner, the life of the party, a screw-up, or according to my fans, “The Sexiest Rock Star on the Planet.” Apparently, I’m a legend. Am I surprised? Hell, no. It’s a reputation I’ve earned behind my drum kit and behind closed doors. No one thought foster kid

Landon Cox would become famous. Infamous, maybe. Notorious, probably. But successful? Never. No one except Piper Hastings. But I had to make a choice: my woman or my career. I picked fame and fortune . . . and spent every damn day since pretending I don’t regret it. Now fate’s dropped Piper back into my life. I want to believe it’s a second chance for me—for us. But while I can give her a few great nights, I can’t give Piper a future. Because there’s a difference between a legend and a fairy tale . . . Only one of them ends happily ever after.




Piper and Landon have a history. And, it is the kind of history that results in hiding from the other person when you happen to accidentally be in the same room. The kind of break up that hurts because you didn't see it coming and it wasn't handled well.

So, ending up in charge of making sure he recuperates from a drunken idiot moment? Not able to hide your way through that...and, they are forced to talk...and to reconnect.

Their relationship is rocky, but believable. And, the author in this title managed to pull of something that, by now, I thought was impossible. There is an "oops-how did that happen" moment in this book that while I saw coming it wasn't as predictable as usual...so, kudos on that.

I enjoyed this title overall. There were a couple of places where I thought the characters might have overreacted a bit, but not enough to pull me from the story or make me unwilling to invest in them.

I enjoyed and recommend this title.




Watching Landon Cox on stage from forty feet away had been bad enough. But here, now, close enough to touch, I was jolted by the power of his presence. Still shirtless and sweating after an intense performance, my eyes danced over the rippling muscles rising from beneath the inked skin of Landon’s naked torso, his broad shoulders tapering to slim hips, perfect V cuts forming an arrow pointing south. Vitality seeping from every pore. My gaze was drawn inexorably upward. Blond hair a damp mess, the faintest trace of stubble darkening a jawline that could have been cut from marble. A face so symmetrical, so severely beautiful, it would take even the most talented sculptor a lifetime to get right. Landon Cox was a fantasy in the flesh. I’d imagined this very moment dozens—no, hundreds—of times. But now that the moment was here, Landon and I, alone in a room again after all these years, I had nothing. In a blink, Landon’s expression wavered. His winged brows, three shades darker than the hair sweeping across his forehead, pulled together. Eyes like hot coals burning into me. As if the sight of me caused him pain. I tore my gaze away from his face, but it only landed on the swaths of ink covering his chest and extending over his arms. My mouth watered at the sight. I wanted to trace every tattoo with my tongue, every slash and swirl and stripe. After six years, how would Landon taste? Like regret, I realized with a sickening thud. Because regret was all that remained of what we’d once shared.






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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