I'm thrilled to have the amazing Lexxie Couper here today with her delectable hero Nick Blackthorne and his world tour! And wowza, look at that delicious cover! I'm a huge, huge, HUGE fan of Nick and may or may not have immediately tweeted Lexxie the minute I finished Tropical Sin to tell her of my fervent and unending love. I'm so excited to read Love's Rhythm and all the rest of Lexxie's books that I currently have on my TBR. This is such a fun contest, so keep your eyes open as you look around my blog to find the phrase from Nick's Internation Number One bestseller Night Whispers.
Nick Blackthorne’s World Blog Tour
Cari Quinn’s blog is the fourth stop on Nick Blackthorne’s World Blog tour. Here you’ll find an exclusive interview with Nick himself, an exclusive excerpt from Love’s Rhythm PLUS a line from Nick’s International Number One bestseller, Night Whispers.
If you’re not sure what Nick Blackthorne’s World Blog Tour is, check out contest details here at Lexxie Couper’s blog http://www.lexxiecouper.com/blog/ There are prizes galore including right here! To be in the running to win an ebook from Lexxie’s backlist make sure to leave a comment or ask Lexxie (or Nick) a question. A winner will be announced at the end of the day J
His music moves the world. Can his love move her heart?
Nick Blackthorne knows all about words of love. They’re the reason he’s the world’s biggest rock star. The irony? He turned his back on love a long time ago, lured away by the trappings of fame.
An invitation to a friend’s wedding is a stark reminder of how meaningless his life has become. When he enters that church, there’s only one woman he wants on his arm—the one he walked out on a lifetime ago. But first he has to find her, even if all she accepts from him is an apology.
Kindergarten teacher Lauren Robbins once had what every woman on the planet desires. Nick. Their passion was explosive, their romance the stuff of songs…and it took fifteen years to get over him. Then out of the blue Nick turns up at her door, and all those years denying her ache for him are shattered with a single, smoldering kiss.
But molten passion can’t hide the secret she’s kept for all these years. Because it’s not just her heart on the line anymore…and not just her life that’ll be rocked by the revelation.
Remember your first crush on a rock star? Now add smoldering sex, a raw and undeniable passion, soul-shattering orgasms. And secrets…
The Romance Interview With Nick Blackthorne
We sat down with rock star, Nick Blackthorne and asked him about romance. Here’s what he had to say…
Do you believe in True Love? Absolutely. True love, that unconditional kind of love that most singers sing about, definitely exists. The trouble is I think, a lot of people miss it. Or expect love to be all about them when it has to be about two people. I lost my heart to my true love a long time ago but then went and messed it all up because I was, well to be frank, bloody stupid. True love is that perfect combination of wanting nothing in the world but the person you love being happy, and knowing the person you love wants nothing else but to see you smile and be happy. It’s beautiful.
How do you make your True Love feel special on her birthday? Breakfast in bed to start the day. Then a helicopter flight to the local vineyard for a picnic hamper lunch followed by a relaxed stroll around the estate, hand-in-hand. After that, fly back home before finishing off the day by cooking her dinner and cleaning up. And then…it’s present time.
Another man hits on your True Love in a bar. How do you deal with that situation? I want to say I’d punch the crap out of him, but I’m probably not allowed. Can I get my bodyguard to punch the crap out of him? No? Hmmm, okay. I’m told I can be quite intimidating when I want to, so I’d bloody well make sure the guy knew he was being wanker, tell him to back off and pull his head in before it gets knocked off. Hmm, I keep coming back to violence don’t I?
Your True Love comes in from a bad day at work. What do you do to make her feel better? Foot massage. First thing first, foot massage. Then let her vent. I know we men try to fix everything, but just let her vent. Keep massaging her feet while she’s venting. Then offer to cook dinner while she takes a bath. After that, she’s in control of the TV remote. Or movie selection. Or Wii game choice.
What is your ideal “Happy Ever After”? Spending the rest of my life with the woman I love, watching our kids grow up – yes, I said, kids, plural – taking them to soccer games, teaching them how to play the guitar…but the most important thing...just being with her. Left alone by the paparazzi and media to be with her and our family, like any other normal couple.
Exclusive Snippet from Love’s Rhythm
Nick laughed again, the sound utterly joyous. He shook his head, one part of his brain wondering how long it would be before his bodyguard let Walter go, another part wondering just how long it would take to find…
Her name played over his senses, soft and gentle like her, teasing him just like she had all the way through high school.
And just like it had in high school, his body reacted to that tease—his heart thumping harder, his mouth growing dry, his hands growing sweaty.
Nick let out a groan, quickening his pace through the studio’s rabbit-warren-like hallways until he was almost running. With a nod at the receptionist perched behind the front desk—a perky little blonde he’d partied with more than once over the years—he pushed hard at the heavy glass doors and stepped out into the crisp Melbourne winter morning.
Walter didn’t slam into him from behind. No one stopped him, in fact, which told Nick that Aslin was still keeping the record producer under control. Perfect.
Lifting the collar of his old, battered leather jacket against the cool breeze, he turned and walked toward Collins Street. He’d grab an overnight bag from his suite at the Grand Hyatt, hail a taxi and get his arse to the airport. If he was lucky he’d be able to catch the next flight to…
Nick slowed to a halt, ignoring the chilly wind tugging at his hair and clothes. Fuck. He had no idea where he was going. The last time he’d seen Lauren they were living in a tiny apartment above a delicatessen in Western Sydney fifteen years ago. They’d moved there from their home town so he could be closer to his newly signed agent—a dubious talent manager by the name of Reginald Eggleston who’d promised a naïve twenty-year-old Nick the world. Lauren had enrolled at Sydney University to study teaching and the pair of them had existed in a crammed environment full of laughter and long nights screwing each other senseless. Then came the groupies, the constant fan mail and women of all ages throwing themselves at Nick. The tours around Australia, around the US, the UK, and then the night Lauren said goodbye…
A thick lump settled high in Nick’s throat, and he swallowed. What the hell was he thinking? That she would still be in that stingy little shoebox that always stank of salami? That she would be sitting on their second-hand sofa with its squeaky springs and frayed paisley covering, waiting for him to waltz back into her life? Jesus, had she even finished her teacher’s degree? He didn’t know. Why didn’t he know?
Because you’re a selfish prick, Nick. Because Lauren didn’t want to go where you were going so you cut her loose and went there on your own, fucking every little groupie who spread her thighs for you on the way. Do you really think Lauren Robbins is going to want to even see you again, let alone go to a wedding with you? Fuck, you really don’t have a clue about normal life, do you? For all your self-congratulatory gloating over finding yourself again, after learning who you really are after the shit of the last two years of your life, you still think like a fucking rock star—self-centered, self-absorbed and self-important.
The lump in Nick’s throat thickened. Choked him. He sucked in a ragged breath, the chill on the air burning his lungs. “Jesus, you’re an idiot.”
Buy links for Love’s Rhythm
Samhain Publishing http://store.samhainpublishing.com/loves-rhythm-p-6744.html