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After Kylie’s dad dies in a freak accident, he leaves her with
nothing other than her crazy step-mother, 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.
“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.” Kylie
grinned at the audience.
“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.” She 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 when she came near him. 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, Kylie 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 and Tonya shot her two thumbs
up. Kylie grinned, feeling higher than she was sure any drug could ever take
her.
She would
let Tonya go home early tonight and clean the hospitality 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 said with a smirk
in his voice.
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.
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.
Twitter: @CaiseyQuinn
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/CaiseyQuinn
Email: caiseyquinn@gmail.com
To say I am totally smitten with this book after reading the excerpt would be an understatement. I can't wait to read the rest of this book! :)
ReplyDeleteHaha cute excerpt, I could just imagine how uncomfortable she was, and I just love a man with a sexy southern drawl! I too am looking forward to reading the rest of this book.
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ReplyDeleteLove the teaser! Adding this to my TBR!!
ReplyDeleteCan't wait to read this. It is on my TBR list
ReplyDeleteThank y'all so much for participating in the Cover Reveal! Big hugs! ;)
ReplyDeleteLooks like and interesting read. Can't wait to start.
ReplyDeleteThe blurb looks really good!
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