Blog Tour & Giveaway ~ Lead (A Stage Dive Novel) by Kylie Scott

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Stay up all night with the sexy rockers in Stage Dive, the epic New Adult series from New York Times bestselling author Kylie Scott, author of Lick and Play.


About Lead (Stage Drive #3):

lead As the lead singer of Stage Dive, Jimmy is used to getting whatever he wants, whenever he wants it, whether it’s booze, drugs, or women. However, when a PR disaster serves as a wake-up call about his life and lands him in rehab, he finds himself with Lena, a new assistant to keep him out of trouble.

Lena’s not willing to take any crap from the sexy rocker and is determined to keep their relationship completely professional, despite their sizzling chemistry. But when Jimmy pushes her too far and Lena leaves, he realizes that he may just have lost the best thing that ever happened to him.

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 review 1WOW!!  I didn’t think that I could ever love Jimmy, because as we all know he can be quite a douche!!  But I fell absolutely head over heals in love with him in this book!!  I couldn’t wait to dive into this one and it seriously did not disappoint.  Kylie has developed such fun characters that you can help but get sucked in.  Jimmy and Lena’s chemistry leaps off the pages and I found myself so entranced by them that time stood still.  I laughed and I even cried and I didn’t want it to end.  Plus we get to see all the rest of the gang and Mal,  as usual, is FABULOUS!! This is a must read series and I can not wait for more!!


♥ Sophie

The Stage Dive series by Kylie Scott:


Lick (Stage Dive #1): Amazon / B&N / Goodreads

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First I have to say that I was kicking myself for waiting so long to read this book!!  It was so amazing that I sat down and did not stop until I finished it.  I was sucked in from the very beginning and fell in love with the whole crazy cast of characters.   I found the writing to flow so smoothly that I often felt I was right there with the characters (a girl can only dream I guess).  Plus what girl doesn’t love rock stars and dream of being swept away by one.  I loved all of the ups and downs and the giggles and tears.  I loved it all.


♥ Sophie

Play (Stage Dive #2): Amazon / B&N / Goodreads

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Oh Mal, how do I love thee.  I seriously thought that there were times in Lick that he stole the show.  I was so excited to see that Play was going to be his story.  He seriously cracks me up.  Oh boy did this one not disappoint.  He was crazy as ever but sensitive at times too!!  There were so many ups and downs with this one that my emotions were riding the crazy train.  At times I want to sock him in the balls but I still loved him! I cant put into words how much I love this series.  The books are so easy to get lost in and the storylines just flow so well that you don’t want them to end.


♥ Sophie

Deep (Stage Dive #4) available on January 6th, 2015: Amazon / B&N /Goodreads


Check out more of Kylie’s work:

The Flesh series

Colonist’s Wife

Heart’s A Mess



“Lena, you seen my old black Led Zep shirt?”


“You sure?” His brows became one dark cranky line. The scratches on his face were healing well, thank goodness. Though it didn’t reduce my desire to throttle his mother on a daily basis.

“Yes. I haven’t seen it.”

Can’t find it anywhere…”

“And this is a surprise, how?” I slipped my hands into my back jean’s pockets. “Jimmy, you own more clothing than Cher, Brittney, and Elvis, put together. Things are bound to go missing.”

“Sure you haven’t seen it?”

“For goodness sake, what do you think, Jimmy? That I stole it to sleep in or something?” I laughed bitterly. Sure as hell, the truth deserved a good mocking. I’d sunk so despicably low.

I hadn’t even meant to steal the stupid thing, but the shirt had been mixed up with my laundry a few days ago. It’d been the first top I laid my hand on after stepping out of the shower, ready to go to bed. Without thought, I’d put it on and it’d been so soft, the scent of him lingering beneath the laundry detergent. Every night since, I’d found myself in it come bedtime. My shame knew no limits. And no, I still hadn’t quit. The words still hadn’t come even close to leaving my mouth.

He frowned. “No.”

“That I have some deep secret longing to feel close to you resulting in my stealing your shirt like
some creepy perv?”

“Course I don’t fucking think that,” he replied crankily, reaching up to grip the top of the doorframe. All of his bulging muscles stretched the arms of his white T-shirt in the nicest way. It was all I could do not to start drooling, my heart beat taking up residence somewhere down between my thighs. And who could blame it? Not me. Maybe if I got laid, this would go away and things would return to normal. It’d seemed safer to avoid rubbing up against any men just in case I got carried away and started dating again. This new situation, however, changed everything.

“Well, of course not! That would be crazy.” And wasn’t that the god’s honest truth? Cray-zeee. Lock me up and throw away the key because it wasn’t like I didn’t know better.

“Just can’t figure out where the hell it could be.”

Angels couldn’t have smiled as innocently. They might have tried, but they would have failed, the dirty-mouthed, winged, little liars. “Jimmy, I don’t know where it is. But I’ll look around for it later, okay?”

“Yeah,” he said, and then added as an afterthought, “and stop looking at me weird.”

“I’m not!”


About Kylie Scott:

Kylie ScottKylie is a long time fan of romance, rock music, and B-grade horror films. Based in Queensland, Australia with her two children and one delightful husband, she reads, writes and never dithers around on the internet.

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