Caisey Quinn's amazing Neon Dreams series continues! This time, we're getting ready to kickoff LOVING DALLAS (book two)!!
Join Caisey Quinn and William Morrow on Friday, April 10th as we gear up for the release of LOVING DALLAS (JUNE 16TH, 2015). Many of you LOVED the cover of LEAVING AMARILLO (it was absolutely
stunning!). Now we're so excited to share with you yet another unbelievably sexy cover; want you to share it with your readers!
We'll
be sharing the cover, an exclusive excerpt, and of course we'll also
give away a finished book of LEAVING AMARILLO (did someone say signed?).
All you have to do, is sign up on the form below and you’re in.
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LOVING DALLAS by Caisey Quinn
(William Morrow, on-sale June 16th, 2015)
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LOVING DALLAS by Caisey Quinn
(William Morrow, on-sale June 16th, 2015)
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Every dream comes with a price…
Dallas
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Sacrifice.
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Sacrifice.
I’m familiar with it.
I've
had to leave behind everyone I cared about—my sister, my best friend, my
band, and my high school sweetheart—in order to chase my dream of
making it in Nashville.
But
when Robyn Breeland walks back into my life, it’s as if the universe has
decided to give me a second chance. I’m just not sure it’s one I’m
willing to take.
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Robyn
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Heartbreak.
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Heartbreak.
I practically majored in it.
Dallas
Lark was the first boy I ever loved and the one who'd shattered my heart
into pieces. But I’ve moved on. Working in promotions at Midnight
Bay Bourbon, I’m too busy to sit around moping
over my ex. But when my company decides to sponsor his tour, I’ll have
to face him whether I’m ready to or not. Dallas is determined to drive
me to distraction, and my body begs me to let him.
Trouble is, my heart can’t tell the difference between a second chance and making the same mistake twice.
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One of the absolute craziest things about writing Loving
Dallas was the fact that it was like having two male leads. Dallas himself says
it best in the chapter where he explains to Robyn about "Person
Dallas" and "Performer Dallas." The recording label he is
hired onto quickly turns charming Dallas Lark from Amarillo (think: country
cutie Easton Corbin) into the sexy, sharp-tongued Dallas Walker, a drifter with
a shady past (think: country music outlaw Eric Church). I thought it might be
fun to compare the two sides of my guy side by side!
STYLE
First up, even though he's really just one man, Dallas has a
completely different style when he's on stage. If you were to see the laid back
crooner around town, he'd be clad in a well worn-in flannel button down and his
favorite pair of jeans and cowboy boots. There will likely be trucker hat
providing some shade over his baby blues. However, stop in to see a show and
you might not recognize him! On stage Dallas Walker rocks an
edgier look including Aviators, leather jackets, and biker boots. Vintage rock
band tees are a staple in the wardrobe of this version of Dallas!
SWAGGER
Dallas Lark is a caring and somewhat overprotective big
brother to his little sister, Dixie. He believes women should be treated like
the ladies that they are with the respect they deserve. He says Grace and he
says ma'am, y'all!
Dallas Walker on the other hand is a little rougher around
the edge and if you get too close you might enter a danger zone where you end
up in scandalous tabloid photos alongside country music's newest bad boy!
SWEETHEARTS
Dallas Lark will forever carry a torch for his high school
sweetheart, Robyn Breeland. She is and will always be his muse.
Dallas Walker can't be tamed or tied down and women traipse
in and out of his life quicker than Billboard chart toppers change places! He
does certainly pay a lot of attention to one special lady that has yet to be
identified by media sources. Rumor has it she's the one that got away!
Which version of Dallas would be your favorite kind of book boyfriend? Decide for yourself on 6.16.15 when LOVING DALLAS GOES LIVE!
BUY LINKS and AUTHOR LINKS:
HarperCollins Publishers:
http://www.harpercollins.com/
Caisey Quinn:
“I’m still me,” he’d said before falling asleep.
I’d been about to snuggle down into that blissful murkiness of sleepy time when he’d said it.
No matter how much he’d changed, Dallas was still Dallas. And maybe I had a college degree and a big-girl job, but I was still the same girl he couldn’t forgive. I’d been an idiot, pushed him away so that he wouldn’t let my mom’s illness stop him from chasing his dreams. By the time I realized how unfair it was and how much I needed him, the damage was done and Dallas Lark had moved on.
I was the one who’d needed space, but Dallas ended up being the one to walk away for good.
Forget being on the same page; Dallas and I had been reading entirely different books when it came to our relationship. In mine, there was a happily ever after that involved making a life together. He wasn’t just in my story—he was my story. In his I was merely a chapter.
I’m still me.
I wanted to smack myself. Hard. Of course he was still him. And he’d still walk away, dragging my battered heart behind him while I
watched him leave. I’d hurt him, deeply. And I’d live with that regret for the rest of my life. He’d still be the guy who chose music over me, over us. He had even more reason to now that he was on this tour.
I waited there in his arms, forcing my steel walls back up between us while he drifted into unconsciousness. Once his breathing was deep and the light rumble of a snore settled into a steady rhythm, I slipped out of his bed and gathered my things as quietly as I could. Dressing quickly, I watched him, memorizing that peaceful look on his handsome face and promising myself this was a one-time thing. I wasn’t going to obsess over it. It was a life experience, one I didn’t regret but knew I’d be crazy to repeat.
I chanced one last look as I left, before I shut the door completely. The light from the hotel hallway sliced across him and he looked so . . . alone.
I closed the door and told myself this was for the best. What would having breakfast together or sharing a cab to the airport change? Nothing, that’s what.
This time, I’d been the one to leave. For the sake of my sanity and my heart, I could never fall into bed with Dallas Lark again.
I’d been about to snuggle down into that blissful murkiness of sleepy time when he’d said it.
No matter how much he’d changed, Dallas was still Dallas. And maybe I had a college degree and a big-girl job, but I was still the same girl he couldn’t forgive. I’d been an idiot, pushed him away so that he wouldn’t let my mom’s illness stop him from chasing his dreams. By the time I realized how unfair it was and how much I needed him, the damage was done and Dallas Lark had moved on.
I was the one who’d needed space, but Dallas ended up being the one to walk away for good.
Forget being on the same page; Dallas and I had been reading entirely different books when it came to our relationship. In mine, there was a happily ever after that involved making a life together. He wasn’t just in my story—he was my story. In his I was merely a chapter.
I’m still me.
I wanted to smack myself. Hard. Of course he was still him. And he’d still walk away, dragging my battered heart behind him while I
watched him leave. I’d hurt him, deeply. And I’d live with that regret for the rest of my life. He’d still be the guy who chose music over me, over us. He had even more reason to now that he was on this tour.
I waited there in his arms, forcing my steel walls back up between us while he drifted into unconsciousness. Once his breathing was deep and the light rumble of a snore settled into a steady rhythm, I slipped out of his bed and gathered my things as quietly as I could. Dressing quickly, I watched him, memorizing that peaceful look on his handsome face and promising myself this was a one-time thing. I wasn’t going to obsess over it. It was a life experience, one I didn’t regret but knew I’d be crazy to repeat.
I chanced one last look as I left, before I shut the door completely. The light from the hotel hallway sliced across him and he looked so . . . alone.
I closed the door and told myself this was for the best. What would having breakfast together or sharing a cab to the airport change? Nothing, that’s what.
This time, I’d been the one to leave. For the sake of my sanity and my heart, I could never fall into bed with Dallas Lark again.
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