A riveting new book by USA Today Bestselling Author Liz Gavin. Fall in love with these rock stars.
They never thought they’d get a second chance at first love. They were wrong.
Ten years ago, pop idol Izzie Anderson betrayed Tristan. Childhood friend, boyfriend and lyricist, he was the best thing that ever happened to her. He gave her haven amid a wild lifestyle she didn’t have the tools to resist. Still, her lies destroyed him. Yet she lied to protect him. Now she needs Tristan to save her son.
Tristan Knight shifted careers and mended his life in a secluded beach in Brazil. The only place Izzie’s stardom didn’t haunt him. Opening a new restaurant kept his mind from the headlines detailing her descent into the dark side of fame. Now she waltzes back into his life willing to make amends. Too bad for her, she left him heartless.
Can two damaged souls get a second chance? Or are there wrongs that can never be righted?
Fans of Kylie Scott, Jaine Diamond, and Piper Lawson will devour the steamy rock star romances in the Knight’s Edge series. Happily-Ever-Afters guaranteed without cliffhangers.
One-click Tristan today and follow their journey to find healing and second chances. Warning: The road is paved with angst and steamy love scenes.
Sneak Peek
Tristan
Stopping beside the hostess, Tristan peeked over her shoulder to check the reservations for that night. “Looking good, huh?”
Karen Razzini moonlighted at Chez Nous’s greeting podium at night, but her day job was as the restaurant’s bookkeeper. Nelson Razzini, her brother, was Tristan and Noah’s Brazilian partner and longtime friend.
She replied with a wink, “Booked solid until the end of the month. Good job with that TV commercial. Most of the ladies calling in to make a reservation asked if, and I quote, ‘the drop-dead-gorgeous guy from TV was really the owner,’ and if the six-pack was real or photoshopped.”
Tristan’s cheeks burned when he dismissed the importance of his presence on the bistro’s ads. “Oh, please.”
Karen taunted, “Aww, how cute is that? You’re blushing. Get out of here and let me do my job.” The restaurant working environment was informal, as it was typical of the Brazilian culture. Plus, her status as friend warranted her getting away with that kind of remark. She nodded towards the door as it creaked open before adding in a low voice so that only he could hear, “You’re too much of a distraction.”
His delighted chuckle died out, and the twinkle in his eyes vanished, when he lifted his stare to welcome the newcomer.
“You!” He didn’t try to disguise the accusatory tone as he growled, “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Of all the trendy restaurants, in all the south of Brazil, Izzie Anderson walks into mine.
They hadn’t shared the same air in ten years. Ten long years later, her betrayal seared Tristan’s chest, lancing his heart just as it did when she announced she was pregnant, and the baby wasn’t his.
Izzie
Get a grip, girl. Focus on why you came down to Brazil. Izzie reminded herself as she struggled to stop gawking.
She had forgotten what a sight Tristan Knight was. Time stood still as her gaze gobbled up his tall frame. The elegant white dress shirt and dark gray pants barely contained his bulging muscles. Two years her senior, he had just turned thirty-two. The tropical sun had tanned his soft skin setting off his light-brown hair with streaks of gold and making his high cheeks beam with a healthy glow.
She gulped in a useless effort to alleviate the sudden dryness in her mouth at the glint of hurt in his dark blue eyes. They squinted while a muscle ticked on his square jaw, and his nostrils flared. Her addled brain deserted her, and silence poisoned the air between them. She witnessed pain turn to scorn when his full lips inched up in a sardonic smile.
Izzie couldn’t bear it, yet she was unable to look elsewhere.
She drew a blank, forgetting the speech she had rehearsed in her head countless times during the flight as well as the ride from the airport. Clogged by his anguish and her remorse, her mind had no room for reasonable thoughts.
His hurt. Her sorrow. No atonement.
How could there be any forgiveness for what she had put him through?
I can’t do this.
She fought the urge to bolt. There was too much at stake for her to take the easy way out now.
Izzie had expected a cold reception, but the heartbreak coloring Tristan’s expression did horrible things to her. The raw emotion left her gutted, exposed. Her sins rushed back to haunt her. It was not as if she didn’t already deal with them on a regular basis.
A sudden ringing in her ears stole her balance and Izzie grasped the golden lectern on her left to steady herself, sending the hostess’s papers gliding to the floor.
“I’ve got this.” The soft-spoken brunette squatted to pick up her notes.
Izzie felt her cheeks burn.
Focusing back at the six-foot-something mountain of rage looming in front of her, rational thoughts went out the door. Izzie felt like the naive teen she once was. Right about the time her life got an unexpected turn for the better.
Or so she thought.
Now’s not the time to go there.
Izzie squared her shoulders, recalling why she had decided to reach out to Tristan. She had a mission where failure wasn’t an option. She’d better bite the bullet. She expected to have a hard time facing him, not that his wounds were still open and festering. She was ready for her own guilt brought on by her past sins. She did not factor in this devastation she experienced caused by his pain.
The prolonged silence was made worse by the way he crossed his arms over his broad chest and set his long legs wide apart, as if ready to pounce.
“Well?” His deep baritone stirred parts of her she had forgotten existed.
