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…
In all this time, I had yet to see Gabriel without a shirt. He hides his body like a pious Victorian, never letting me see anything other than him fully dressed and polished. Now I know why. Had he let me get a glimpse, I might never have been able to form a coherent thought around him.
This man’s chest is a work of art. It’s every fantasy I’ve had about a man’s body made real. I don’t even know how that’s possible, but I’m not about to complain. God, he looks touchable. Olive skin, tight little brownish nipples, a smattering of dark chest hair over the most incredibly honed—
“You’re staring.” His tone is dry.
“Yes, I am.” I drag my eyes up and find his expression bemused.
A thick brow lifts. I try to mimic the look and fail when both of my brows lift as one. His lips twitch in amusement.
He shifts his weight, causing his abs to clench. Good Lord. He’s not some overdeveloped gym worshiper, just solid and strong, that perfect balance between defined musculature and healthy male—
“You’re still staring, Sophie.”
“You think it’s easy looking away from all this splendor?” I ask his belly button, licking my lips when he huffs out a laugh and just a little bit more of his lower abs are revealed, slanting toward the thick bulge of his cock, which is lamentably hidden behind his slacks.
“You’re impossible,” he mutters, though there is humor in his voice. He strolls farther into the room and then practically kills me when he sits in one of the low-slung armchairs. That body, sprawled out on display, those thick, long thighs braced as if to take me in his lap—it’s too much.
I want to straddle him and lick my way from the hollow of his throat to the tip of his cock.
He eyes me as if he knows what I’m thinking, and the air thickens. So many things we left unsaid. I’m remembering his lips now, surprisingly soft, but strong with purpose.
From the way his lids lower, I wonder if he’s remembering things as well. But he doesn’t move. Tension glides over his body and snakes around the room. I feel it in my throat and down my spine. We’re closing up again, retreating.
Slowly, I toe off my shoes and set my gear down, never breaking eye contact. “I was being completely honest,” I tell him. “I see you like this and I want to stare forever.”
He snorts, shaking his head even as he rests his temple on his knuckles. “What do you mean ‘like this’?”
He tenses. It does lovely things to that chest. I focus on his face, mainly to maintain some semblance of decorum.
“You think this is me undone?” he asks quietly.
“It’s a start.” I reach for my camera bag. “Will you let me photograph you?”
There is safety to be found with the camera between us. A way for both of us to hide until we’re comfortable around each other again.
“You sound surprised.” Holding my camera, I sit in the sofa opposite him. “Don’t tell me no one has asked to take your picture before.”
“They’ve asked. I never saw the point.” He shrugs. “I’m not the story.”
You’re my story. You always were.
“This is just for me,” I say instead. “No one else.”
His shrewd gaze pins me. “Why do you want this?”
So I can have a bit of you forever. “Pictures capture moments in time. I want this one—when you finally let me see a sliver of the man behind the clothes.”
His nostrils flare on an indrawn breath, and he slowly lets it out. When he speaks, his voice is a rasp. “Take the pictures.”
My Review –
5 Take my Breath Away Stars!!
*I volunteered to review a Copy of this book from InkSlinger PR*
Thank you so very much InkSlinger PR!! I am extremely honored and grateful!! 😀
This was my first time reading Ms.Callihan’s work which I could royally kick myself for not having done so sooner!! Is it normal to fall so hopelessly in love with not only the hero but the heroine as quickly as I did while reading this novel? Maybe not, That’s what makes this book such a rarity. I found myself smiling while placing a hand over my heart as I looked back on this story days later. I thought by just reading the synopsis I was prepared for what awaited me within the pages of this novel but boy was I wrong!! It took what I knew about romance and completely turned it on it’s head in the best way possible. I fed off of these characters , from main to secondary if that makes sense.
Ms.Callihan wrote such a realistically enchanting novel that I could not turn away from!! The build up was fantastic! The stolen moments between Sophie and Gabriel were all kinds of heart melting ones! She really hit me with this story to the point that I’ll never look at love the same way again but for good reason. She showed me to not accept less than I deserve and give my all! Also, To take the time to listen and connect in such a way i didn’t think was possible. I’m looking forward to reading what she comes up with next!! 🙂
Managed is about Sophie Darling who is setting off on a new adventure filled with promise when she meets a man who isn’t at all pleasant yet she can’t help the urge to dig deeper and Gabriel Scott who is the definition of business as he’s the Manager for the Rock Band Kill John so when a smart mouthed woman presses his buttons he’s knocked for a loop. Where do I begin with these two? Their banter was absolutely priceless!! When one pushed the other pushed back even harder which I adored. I found their humor to be similar which was so enjoyable especially during certain parts.
Sophie wasn’t one to shy away from being an open book. I related to her in many ways but especially in her love for life even when her world got crazy. Gabriel had my heart from the start! When I uncovered what he hid my heart broke for him. The way he cared for his boys was so sweet. I loved the fact that he had his very own POV so I could know what was going on with him.
Chaotic Moments, Rock N’ Roll, Photographs, Love, Painful Memories, Hilarious Jokes, and Friendship all collide in this tale!!
Will Gabriel finally be able to open up fully to someone else for once in his life? Or will he stick to being closed off? Will Sophie realize she’s signed up for more than she’s bargained for? Or will she find everything she’s ever wanted in one mans embrace? One-Click Today to find out!! I promise you do not want to miss out on this one!! It’s going down as one of my favorite books of 2016!!
I sure do hope there are more VIP books to come especially one about Jax ❤ but in the meantime I’ll pick up Idol to hold me over. 🙂 Also, it should be noted that I was wearing a Beatle’s shirt throughout reading this book which made me giddy (If you’ve read the book you know why, *wink wink* Epilogue) ! I hope you love this story as much as I did!! If anyone needs me I’m off to find my own Gabriel who calls me Chatty Girl and shares tea with me. Bye Bye now. 😉 5 Stars all around!!
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.