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Isn't it BEAUTIFUL! I know, I've said it a million a times and I slightly shake my head in shame, but I do (and not always) judge a book by it's cover. To me, if the read is fabulous and it also has a fabulous cover, well it's like winning the lottery twice. I will post my review next week, but if you can't wait, check out my profile on GoodReads
Girl With Guitar is to be released May 22.
Summary/Blurb
After Kylie’s dad dies in a freak
accident, he leaves her with nothing other than her crazy stepmother, Darla,
and the ability to play guitar. When Darla kicks Kylie out and she loses her
job all in the same day, she hops a bus to Nashville determined to make her
late father’s dreams come true. Waitressing and saving her pennies to record a
demo, her big break comes when she’s asked to join a tour going down the tubes
with once platinum album-selling country music superstar Trace Corbin. But
touring with Trace is hardly a dream come true since he’s pretty much drinking
his career down the drain. If Kylie can’t pull Trace out of his rut, he’ll pull
her and her dreams down with him.
Excerpt
“Evenin’ y’all,” Kylie drawled into the microphone. “I had a song I
was gonna sing and then my friend Tonya, she might be your waitress, she told
me it sucked—so I guess I’m just gonna play this here guitar and see where it
takes us.” She grinned at the audience and then leaned closer to the mic once
more. “Oh, and I go right back to serving after this, so if you don’t clap when
I’m finished, I can’t be held responsible for what might happen to your drink
between the bar and your table.” Kylie winked and strummed a few cords. “Okay,
here we go.”
Laughter? Did she hear laughter? She thought she did.
I know you wanna tie me down,
know you wanna put a ring on it, but I ain’t never been that kinda girl, not
for all the money in the world.
Kylie launched into her modified version of Trace Corbin’s latest
hit, Not That Kinda Man. It was the famous bachelor’s latest lovin’
and leavin’ single and she was attempting to turn the thing on its ear. He’d
written and sang it as a sad break up ballad and Kylie had remixed and reworked
it into the single girl’s party anthem.
You wanna own me but you
don’t know me. Guess what darlin’? When you wake up I’ll be gone.
Kylie flashed her sexiest grin and wiggled a little at the crowd. Then
she shouted, “Sing it with me girls!” into the mic and picked up the tempo,
launching into the chorus.
Several waitresses, Tonya included, stopped what they were doing to
sing along. Not that Kylie could really see them, but the girls in the crowd
joined in too. She sang to the guitar player, whose name she was pretty sure
was Andy, and he played right along, smiling and winking at her the whole time.
Well I’m not that kinda girl, don’t wanna
play these games, not gonna wake up in your bed or take your name. She gave
Andy a playful smack on the ass and he blew her a kiss. Shrieking whistles
radiated from the audience.
The music hummed and pulsed against her and somewhere in Kylie’s
mind a little voice said, Holy shit
you’re doing it!
When the number was over, she practically flew off the stage,
painfully aware of the pounding in her chest. Oh well, if I have a heart attack and die right this moment, I’ll die
happy. The applause was loud enough to be heard over the ringing in her
ears and she wanted it more than oxygen.
Clive was leaning on the bar, shaking his head but smiling. Tonya
shot her two thumbs up. Kylie let out a little squeal of happiness and sent a
silent thank you up to her daddy, feeling certain she was higher than any drug
could ever take her.
She would let Tonya go home early tonight and do the rooms herself.
She had enough energy to clean ten green rooms. When she told Tonya that, the
woman hugged her. Hard. “You knocked ‘em dead, girl! That was amazing!”
“Yeah, well, I got some really good advice,” Kylie told her, unable
to keep the permagrin off her face.
The next act stepped out of the shadows and took the stage. Kylie
heard a deep male voice with a sexy southern drawl say, “Damn. Just my luck to
have to follow that.”
The audience was still shrieking and screaming and Kylie knew she’d
done well, but seriously?
“I apologize for standing y’all up a few weeks ago. Musta got my
dates mixed up. Probably time to fire that manager of mine,” the handsome man
on stage drawled.
Who was this guy? Whoever he was, the women in the audience were
going crazy over him.
“Well, since that good looking waitress stole my number, guess I’ll
have to sing something else. Where is that girl anyways?”
Oh
God. Oh God, please no. Kylie’s heart
sank and her high evaporated instantly. She turned to face the man on stage.
Trace freaking Corbin was standing there with a guitar in one hand and the
other to his eyes, scanning the crowd for…her.
About the Author
Caisey
Quinn is a wearer of cowgirl boots, writer and avid reader of New Adult
romance, lover of wine, and is addicted to chai tea lattes. She’s the brand
spanking new author of soon to be released books including Girl with Guitar and Keep Me Still. (Which may
or may not include spanking).
Caisey
lives in Birmingham, Alabama with her husband, daughter, and other assorted
animals. Girl with Guitar is her
first novel.
Visit her
online at:
www.caiseyquinnwrites.com
Twitter:
@CaiseyQuinn
Goodreads:
http://www.goodreads.com/CaiseyQuinn
Email: caiseyquinn@gmail.com
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