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Never Fall in Love With A Rockstar by Rachel Higginson is available now!

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Blurb Never Fall in Love With A Rockstar:

 

My name is Clover Calloway and I’ve lived two separate lives.

 

The first, I like to call “my past.” I never talk about it. I try not to think about it. My rockstar days of playing in one of the hottest bands on the planet are over. Along with the most volatile, beautiful, tragic love story of all time.

 

Over the past five years, I’ve settled into my second life. My “normal life.” The one where I work a normal job, hang out with normal people and fall in love with a normal, but wonderful guy. The life where I’m admittedly a little bored, but also safe.

 

My past wasn’t boring. But my past broke my heart into a million, unfixable pieces. So, I’m determined to keep it where it belongs—behind me.

 

And the man responsible for the shattering of me? Malachi Porter, lead singer and mastermind of Bright Tragedy, should stay there too. Far away from me and this idyllic life I’ve carved out for myself.

 

But what happens when my two lives collide?

 

When Malachi comes crashing into my perfectly normal world, he threatens to destroy it, promises to annihilate everything I’ve replaced him with.

 

He upends everything I thought I wanted and forces me to question the reasons I left Bright Tragedy all those years ago.
But I didn’t walk away five years ago, I ran. As fast as I could go. And while my heart is whispering that it’s different this time—that he’s different—my brain is screaming for me to run again.
Malachi Porter isn’t a normal guy. And he doesn’t belong in my “normal life.” But, nevertheless, he’s bound and determined to make a place for himself here.

 

I just hope my heart can survive him, that we don’t burn into another bright tragedy.

 

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Teaser 1:

Cade released me, setting my feet back on the ground and led me toward the bar area of the restaurant. It was set out of the way of the front windows in a darker, more private section.

“We’re back here,” he told me.

Too happy to be spending time with him, I didn’t realize I was being ambushed until it was too late. “We’re?”

“Don’t hate me,” he murmured as we turned the corner.

Kai stood up as we walked into the empty space. Gray, Malcom, and Pete were there too, but I didn’t notice them. It was Kai’s blue eyes that surprised the hell out of me. It was Kai’s dominating, ferocious presence that completely stole my breath.

“What are you doing here?” I demanded in a voice too breathy to be scary, echoing the same words he’d said to me last night.

Kai’s intense gaze held me prisoner, but it was Cade’s request that upended my entire world. “We want you to come back.”

Come back to what? “Come back?”

“To the band,” Kai explained.
“Come back to us.”

Teaser 2:
Admittedly starting this song with him had been rough, but once we’d found our rhythm, we couldn’t seem to slow down.

“That’s so good,” he murmured, pressing heavier on me so I felt the warmth of him everywhere.

“This hope,” I continued, not knowing where I was going, but unable to stop. “This hope. It’s in my head. It’s in our bed. It’s in all the words we’ve
left unsaid.”

His sharp intake of breath chased a shiver down my spine. “Fucking hell, Clover.”

I smiled at the keys, picking my way through the part again to see if I could get it right. My fingers were clumsy, my breath quick and uneven. I hadn’t planned that; it had just happened.

“This love,” he murmured to the tune I was trying to recreate. “This love. It’s in my soul. It’s making me whole. It’s better than it’s ever been before.”

My fingers stilled, pausing in the middle of the note he was holding. The words seemed ripped from the center of him, raw and rigid and still bleeding.

He picked it up with his guitar, his head bent over the instrument as if he were praying. “And I know… I know… if we let it breathe, it will take us to places we’ve never been before.” The crescendo, cracking of his voice—but just barely—as emotion joined the words that stole my heart all over again. “My joy. Oh, be my joy… Let me love you like I never have before. Let me love you… forevermore.” He chuckled as his perfect, talented fingers continued to pluck the strings. “Or something like that.”

Teaser 3:
“I hardly recognized you,” I told him, breathless with surprise. “Those glasses totally do the trick.”

He touched the frames. “Yeah?”

“No,” I laughed. “Not even a little bit.”

His smile was genuine, big, breathtaking. “Brennan said I can’t be seen. I’m supposed to be in Belgium.”

“And why aren’t you in Belgium?” I asked him as he moved slowly toward me.

He shrugged. “We have a break. And you and I need to finish our song.” His toes bumped into mine before he stopped walking. I had to crane my neck back to look at him. “I missed… my guitar.”

What? “Your guitar?”

“The Fender I left at your house? It’s my road guitar. I never leave home without her.”

Rolling my eyes, I jumped to my feet and started collecting my things. “I wish you would have told me that sooner,” I murmured. “I already sold it.”

“You did what?”

I looked at him, unblinking. “Do you know how much a Kai Porter signed guitar goes for?”

“It wasn’t signed.”
“By you,” I pointed out. “But they don’t know that.” Pausing for dramatic flair, I added quickly. “Those schmucks on eBay will pay high dollar for anything.”

Color drained from his face. “You signed my favorite guitar and sold it? On eBay?”

I suppressed my smile, although it wasn’t easy. “Was I not supposed to do that?”

He lunged for me, grabbing hold of my messenger bag strap and tugging me to him. Just when I thought we would crash into each other, his hands landed on my sides, squeezing, tickling, torturing.

“No, you weren’t supposed to do that,” he growled, laughing at my absolute hysterics.

I screamed indelicately in the middle of Macy’s and then dissolved into laughter. People were stopping to stare at us. Probably wondering if this guy was murdering me or kidnapping me. “We’re fine,” I wheezed as I wrestled away from him. “Nothing to see here, folks.”

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