VIP Series – Book 2
By Kristen Callihan
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 down 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…
I stroll toward the bedroom but come to an abrupt halt at the threshold. For a second, I can only gape at the sight that greets me. It’s so shocking, I turn around to check whether there are cameras rolling and I’m being punked.
“Why are you looking about like that?” Gabriel drawls, not taking his eyes from the TV.
“Just checking to make sure I hadn’t wandered into an alternate reality.”
“Amusing as always, Darling.”
Who could blame me for being suspicious? Gabriel Scott is out of his suit and wearing a soft, gray long-sleeve thermal and black sweats. This is shocking enough—but at least I’ve seen it before. The fact that he’s lounging in his bed, while eating some sort of dessert out of a bowl, is what has me flabbergasted.
“You’re staring,” he says dryly as he…
“Are you watching Buffy?” My voice has a tinge of a squeal.
He rolls his eyes. “Deal with it.”
“I’m just so…” My hand flutters to my chest. “Are you sure I’m not being punked?”
A snort escapes him. “You’re not famous, so no. I, on the other hand, have my moments of doubt that you aren’t here to punk me.”
I’m so happy, I have to fight grinning like a loon as I kick off my shoes and crawl onto the end of the bed. “If I were to punk you, I’d change out all your suits for polyester.”
At that, his eyes finally slide to mine, and his skin actually pales. “That’s just cruel, Darling.”
“Stop calling me that.” I steal his spoon.
“It’s your name.”
“Are you sure that’s what you’re calling me by?” I ask suspiciously, as he moves his bowl out of reach.
“What else would I be doing?” There’s a glint in his eye that leads me to answer in a sing-song voice.
“A term of endearment? Declaring your undying lurve for me.”
His nose wrinkles. “You’re going to put me off my pudding.”
“Pudding? Is that what you’re eating?” I lunge for the bowl, but he’s too quick, and I end up sprawled across his chest.
We both go still, me clutching the spoon in one hand, my other palm pressed against the firm swell of his pec, him with one arm still outstretched, his other one pinned beneath me.
His breathing goes deep and strong as he peers down at me. My attention drifts to his lips, beautifully sculpted and softly parted. How would he kiss? Would he start off slow, taking little nibbles, testing the waters? Or would he be the type to go all in, possess my mouth with his?
Heat floods my body, fluttering through my belly.
Gabriel’s lids lower, and his breath catches.
In the background, someone is shouting Buffy’s name. It’s enough to snap me out of whatever fog that touching Gabriel has pulled me into.
“You smell like apple pie,” I whisper inanely.
His gaze darts from my mouth to my eyes. “It’s crumble. Apple crumble.”
“Why did you call it pudding?”
“It’s what we Brits call dessert.” He’s still staring at my mouth. Dessert indeed.
My lips part, sheer lust making them plump. “Give me a bite.”
With an audible swallow, he slowly takes the spoon from my hand. I don’t look away from his eyes as he scoops up a bit of the crumble.
The spoon shakes just a little. Cool metal slides over my lower lip, and hot crumble fills my mouth. I barely suppress a moan, my lips closing around the spoon as he slowly draws it back out. He grunts in response, a short, helpless sort of sound that he quickly smothers.
I have been sitting on pins and needles waiting for Managed by Kristen Callihan to release. After reading Idol, I became very intrigued with Gabriel Scott. The man was a complete mystery. On the surface he is a suave, debonair gentleman. He is an extremely organized manager for the mega rock band Kill John. He handles their professional and personal lives with complete ease and extreme competence. On the surface he seems to be unapproachable and distant. He very rarely shows his emotions. But once in a while the exterior shell slips and lets some of his emotions bleed out. Those moments prove that he is very human. He is deeply dedicated to those he cares about. He will do anything for them. The guys from Kill John take this to heart. Scotty has been their devoted friend longer than their professional manager.
A long international flight with a zany woman sitting beside him is not how the unflappable Gabriel Scott intended to travel. He despises flying. He loathes being out of control. He booked two first class seats for a reason and now this zany woman is occupying one of them.
Sophie Darling is flying to London for a job interview. She’s elated that she was bumped up to first class until the sexiest, stuffiest man sits beside her. She’s not going to let this man deter her from enjoying all the perks that come from first class. Thus begins the downfall of the unflappable Gabriel Scott.
Sophie is being interviewed by Kill John to cover their social media. She has a bad history with Kill John. Her former job working for the paps has tarnished her relations with the band. Brenna James think she’s capable of the job but it’s up to the guys and Gabriel Scott.
Sophie lands the job with Kill John. What she thought was the greatest opportunity in her life pales in comparison to the new opportunity presenting itself. She is falling in love with Gabriel Scott. He needs her brand of crazy just as she needs his brand self control.
I am not going to say much else because of spoilers. I will say these characters were perfect for each other. The yin and yang. The dialogue was fun, sassy, snarky, and thought provoking. This book had a very emotional story that was delivered with a light hearted ease that made me enjoy every aspect of the book.
It was a pure DELIGHT! It was everything and more that I was hoping for! I am head over heels in love with Gabriel Scott. I want to be Sophie Darling.
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.