Wednesday 11 November 2015

Missing Dixie By Caisey Quinn Blog Tour ~ #giveaway #bookreview #playlist #excerpt #teasers

Fighting for redemption . . .
I've lived most of my life in darkness, beneath the shadows of secrets and addictions. The last thing I ever wanted to do was hurt the only girl I'd ever loved—the one who brought me into the light. In my entire life I'd made one promise—a promise I'd intended to keep. I've broken that promise and now I have to live with the fallout. Dixie Lark hates me, and I have to tell her that I love her. I also have to tell her a truth that might destroy us forever.
Can she love me, even if she can't forgive me?
Learning to move on . . .
Gavin Garrison broke his promise to my brother and he broke my heart in the process.I may never love anyone the way I've loved him, but at least I won't spend my life wondering "what if." We had our one night and he walked away. I'm beginning to move on, but my brother's wedding and a battle of the bands are about to throw us together again.
Our band is getting a second chance, but I don't know if I can give him one. How do you hand your heart back to the person who set it on fire once already?

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 When Dixie finishes, she takes her place across the altar and I can’t tear my stare from her. Her sapphire eyes shine like diamonds with the promise of tears.
I wish I could give you this.
Right as I’m about to look away, her gaze collides with mine. My heart swells in my chest. I have so much to say and no words to say it.
I’m sorry.
I’m trying.
I love you.
She doesn’t even flinch at the turmoil I know is probably apparent on my face. She just gives me a confident smile and a knowing look as if to say, One day.
One day that will be us. A future.
A forever.
I fucking hope so.
I just have no clue how we’ll ever manage to get there. 


Caisey Quinn lives in Nashville, Tennessee and is the bestselling author of the Kylie Ryans series and several other New Adult Romance titles. Her Neon Dreams series about a country rock crossover band paying their dues in life and in love on their rocky road to fame is now available from Avon/William Morrow.

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When I look back on the year it took to write this series, it feels like a blur. A beautiful, bright, neon lit blur. I have to confess that I didn’t know exactly how the Neon Dreams series would end when I began writing it. I knew the band would finally make it big. I knew that they would never want to share their backstory but that it would be a story worth telling. What I didn’t know was how real their hearts and souls would become to me. While Liam may not be Dixie and Gavin’s biological son, I did learn this year that family truly does come in the form of people who love and support you in both the best and worst of times and that it’s not always comprised of people who are related by blood or marriage. Liam was born from that discovery.
When Dallas went on the road and Dixie stayed behind, some people were outright angry. I was. At both of them. I was confused about why this felt right. I didn’t know Liam existed yet. I didn’t know he was going to be wandering by an old house in the backside of Amarillo alone and afraid. I didn’t realize that Dixie had to be there giving piano lessons to other kiddos so that Liam would hear and be drawn to her.
Everyone was exactly where they needed to be—even when I hadn’t yet realized it.
So my first big thank you is for you, for those of you who read this series and allowed me to figure it out as I went. For each of you who leaves a review somewhere—anywhere—and tells a friend to read it, thank you times two. Times ten. Times infinity, as my daughter says.
My second thank you is to my editor, Amanda, who didn’t tell me to take a hike when Liam entered the picture and it meant a rewrite of the second half of the book and that I wouldn’t make my initial deadline. I love you. I thank God for you, for your always having my back and for allowing me to write the story I believed in, the way that I needed to write it.
Thank you to my agent, Kevan, for also not dropping the crazy lady who said “So . . . my life is a mess and I need this book to go a different way and I am going to hunker down into the bat cave until I get it right.” Promise not to do that again . . . at least not on purpose.
To the members of CQ’s Road Crew and the Backwoods Belles, you ladies have been my family this year. You have been my light in the darkness, pulling me out of one of the toughest and most devastating situations I’ve ever been in. I literally don’t know if I could do my job without your unconditional love and support. Scratch that. I couldn’t. I know I couldn’t. Same goes for the bloggers who share, review, post, and rant and rave about all the book things. I love y’all. To the moon and back and around again.
To the amazing authors I am blessed to call colleagues and friends, thank you. I don’t know what I did to deserve you, to even get to know you much less read your work and have my books read and loved on by you, but I’m glad I did it—whatever it was!
Lastly, to anyone who supports music and musicians in general, thank you for existing. Music matters. The epilogue from Liam is very much nonfiction in my world, and I have someone I love dearly that I believe was saved by music. You know that feeling you get when you hear that song—that one that causes you to step off the treadmill or pull the car over or freeze in place and hold your breath and strain to hear because it reaches that deep, dark, hidden place where your secrets dwell—it’s a real, tangible thing, that feeling. It connects us—especially when we are positive no one else in the entire world could possibly understand what we’re going through. And let’s face it, life is better with a soundtrack.
Thank you to every single person who had a hand in helping this series about a small-town ragtag band become more than I ever dreamed it could be.
Thank you for making my dreams come true.

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Source: eARC for Honest Review Courtesy of William Morrow via Edelweiss
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Part 3 of 3

My Missing Dixie Review . . .

Finally the HEA ending to the story of Gavin Garrison and Dixie Lark.   After the ending of Leaving Amarillo, we are left waiting for Gavin and Dixie to get their shit together so they can finally be together.  Then book two is Dallas's book, which prolongs the wait for Gavin and Dixie

Within stories we find many damaged characters but poor Gavin takes it to a whole new level.  As much as I understood his brokenness, I also at times just wanted him to grow a pair and take what he wants and needs.  Instead he tortures himself to the extreme until he finally gets it through his thick head that he too deserves some happiness and goodness in his life.

~I am still a wreck of a human being.  I'm still a lost, hungry, fucked-up kid confused about the way the world works and where I belong in it. ~

~I don't deserve her.~

~She is capable of so many things, so much more than being held back by a bartender with a record and a junkie for a mom.  ~

~Dixie deserves so much better than this.~
Don't get me wrong, Dixie too can hold a mean grudge, as well as she has her own baggage.  So between these two it was quite the journey for them to find themselves back together.

Dixie Lark, has always loved Gavin, but enough is enough already where he is concerned.  Especially when she finds out that he didn't go on tour and is working down the road from her without any notice at all.

~ Life doesn't always turn out how you expect and sometimes parts of you get broken along the way, but there is always hope and even broken pieces can be rebuilt into something beautiful.  My heart is a piece of mosaic art at this point.  ~

Gavin has a plan, but not a well thought out plan where it comes to Dixie's emotions. 

~Damn it.  In my quest to get my shit together, I've all but shut her out of my life completely.  It seemed like the best idea for everyone involved, but now I'm wondering if I've made a colossal mistake.~

But Gavin's poor tortured soul is playing havoc with him.  He know what he wants, but is trying to be what she needs.  If only he realized that all she needed was him, then there would have been so much less heartache for these two.

~ She is perfection personified and in my heart she's mine.  Always has been, always will be.~

Instead of talking these two take the cake with assumptions and miscommunications.

" . . . But this game you are playing, you and Dixie,"  she clarifies.  "It won't end well if you aren't honest with each other." 

"Am I?  Because if memory serves, that girl was pretty honest about what she wanted.  It's this new one that seems to keep her true feelings on lockdown.  But that's why I came by."

Thankfully, this stubborn duo have people at their back, to help guide them to where they need to be.

"Gavin has demons, little sister.  He just does.  He battles them every day and some days he doesn't win.  I know you love him, and I am your brother and it's my natural instinct to protect you."

And then with the help of another broken boy, these two find their way back to each other.

I love you, Gavin.  Bigger than your mistakes and bigger than the pain you cause me.

It's this beautiful, tortured man in front of me that I want more than I want air or water or food. 

"I know, Gavin.  I know you better than you think I do.  I want all of you.  The light and the dark and the broken parts."  "I am all broken parts,"  he says into my ear.  "That's all I am." "We are all broken.  That's how the light gets in," 

 Gah! These two, went on quite the painful journey to find their happiness, but it was so worth it in the end.  Sure could I have had less of the stubbornness and brokenness but it's also what makes their story so tragic yet beautiful.

"Tell me what you want, Bluebird,"

"You,"  she answers softly.  "All I've ever wanted or needed is you, Gavin.  Just you."

It's a bit bittersweet to see the end of this story, but it feels complete.  Especially with the unconventional HEA, but so perfect for these two.

~I don't know why it took me so long to see, why I got caught up in the short term and failed to see how powerful what we had was, or the kind of future our love is capable of providing. ~ 

3.5 Tortured Thumbs up!

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