BLOG TOUR – STAR (44 Chapters, #3) by B.B. Easton

Today we have the blog tour for STAR by BB Easton. STAR is available for #FREE on Kindle Unlimited. Grab your copy today!

Title: STAR
Author: BB Easton
Series: 44 Chapters
Release: April 12, 2018

About STAR

Because BB Easton had so much fun writing her best-selling, award-winning memoir, 44 CHAPTERS ABOUT 4 MEN, she decided to give each of her four men his own steamy stand-alone. STAR is Hans’s book—a real-life rock star romance…with a twist.

In 1999, Brooke “BB” Bradley met her Prince Charming. He was the tall, tattooed, wickedly handsome bass player for the up-and-coming rock band, Phantom Limb. But, more importantly, he was hers. She knew it the moment he flashed her that shy, dimpled smile.

And he knew it too.

Hansel “Hans” Oppenheimer wore his heart on one sleeve and scrawled lyrics about BB on the other. Unlike the assholes of her past, he showered her with tenderness, took her places she’d never been before, and showed her the type of all-consuming love she’d thought only existed in fairy tales.

But, like any good fairy tale, BB’s road to happily ever after was paved with challenges, and right when she least expected it…it forked.

In 1999, Brooke “BB” Bradley met her Prince Charming.

In 2000, she met her soul mate.

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EXCERPT

 

Light Years Away

You were onstage? Like, doing karaoke onstage?”

And just like that, my anger roared back to life with a vengeance.

“Uh, yeah. I fucking love karaoke.”

“Sorry. I just didn’t know you could sing.”

Ooh, you think you’re so goddamn special just because you have a talent. Like you’re the only asshole who knows how to work a stage. I have talents too, motherfucker. I have talents you don’t even know about. Like twerking. And making an ass out of myself. People love that shit.

“I can’t sing,” I snapped. “That’s why I rap. Anyway”—I let out an exasperated huff—“I ran over to break up the fight and got elbowed in the fucking face.” I winced just thinking about it.

Hans took my chin in his hand and turned my face toward his. His eyes were hard instead of soft. His jaw clenched and unclenched. Then he kissed me right between the eyes. Right on the place where it hurt the most.

Hans didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to. He was trying to appear concerned, but the anger radiating off of him and the disappointment in his eyes said it all.

I’d fucked up again.

He’d probably had fun that day while I wasn’t around. He might have even achieved his dream of being on the radio, for all I knew.

But I wasn’t there for the good parts.

I was only there to bring him down.

I opened my mouth to ask about his day when Hans pulled a Hans and changed the subject completely.

“Did you know that the stars are so far away that it takes years for their light to reach Earth?” he asked in a serious tone, gazing past me at the sky. “I think the closest star is four light-years away.” Hans’s eyes seemed to cloud over as if he were lost in thought, his mouth set in a straight line. “All of those stars could be burned out right now, and we’d never know. We’d just go about our lives, looking at the ghosts of dead stars every night, never knowing that we were already in the dark.”

A lump formed in my throat. “That was…beautiful.” I tried to swallow the uncomfortable bulge, but it didn’t budge. “You should write that down, baby. Here…”

As I dug in my purse for a pen, grateful for an excuse to hide my emotional face, I hoped and prayed that Hans hadn’t been talking about us. Lately, it felt like his light was always too far away, took too long to reach me. And now that it had arrived, I was beginning to wonder how long it would take for me to realize if it ever burned away for good.

Read the rest of the men in 44 Chapters!

44 CHAPTERS ABOUT 4 MEN

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About BB Easton

BB Easton lives in the suburbs of Atlanta, Georgia with her long-suffering husband, Ken, and two adorable children. She recently quit her job as a school psychologist to write stories about her punk rock past and deviant sexual history full-time. Ken is suuuper excited about it.

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