Attention, New Adult lovers! Nashville meets New Adult in Neon
Dreams, a dramatic, sexy series from bestselling author Caisey Quinn, about
a country band’s rocky road to fame—and the ambition, dreams, and love of the
people who make the music. Check out this exclusive excerpt, and see a sneak
peek of the cover below!
She’s the one promise he never planned to break…
“Oh my gosh,” a waitress standing beside our table exclaims before he can
finish. “Y’all are in that band. Leaving Amarillo, right?”
Apparently the red-haired chick recognizes us, which is odd. But at least she
got the name of the band right. We’ve been called everything from Loving
Eldorado to Losing Armadillos. Score one point for her. I’m flattered and
grateful that we actually have a fan. But when I glance up at her, she’s fawning
over Gavin in a way that makes me want to gouge out her big brown doe eyes.
“Yes ma’am,” Gavin answers, his drawl a little more pronounced and his voice a
little deeper than usual. I raise a brow but he doesn’t notice. Because
apparently I’ve turned invisible. “You’ve heard of us?”
A wide smile brightens her face and I have to admit she’s not unattractive.
She’d probably be even prettier if she washed off a good portion of the gaudy
makeup she’s wearing.
“I saw you at Beale Street last year and I pretty much stalk you online.” Her
cheeks darken with embarrassment and she lowers her head. “I mean, not
stalk, but I have all the songs available on my iPod and, um, yeah. I’m a
fan. Obviously. Wow, I am totally making an idiot out of myself.”
Yes, you are. Now go away.
Gavin leans back in his chair and does elevator eyes on her and I have a sudden
urge to throat punch him. “We don’t think any of our fans are idiots, darlin’.
All five of you are wildly intelligent with excellent taste.” He winks, and I
swear, she nearly strips her clothes off right there.
In that moment, I’m extremely thankful that no one’s brought us silverware yet
because I’m feeling pretty stabby.
“I’m coming to see y’all at MusicFest this week. I was so excited to see that
y’all had gotten added to the lineup. Me and my girlfriends could only get
general admission tickets though. The VIP ones sold out super fast.” She sticks
out a pouty bottom lip, and I grip my own knee until it stings to force myself
to remain silent.
“You got a pen?”
I tear my eyes from the exchange that’s causing me more pain than it should.
Swallowing the angry persistent lump forming in my throat, I stare at the red
and black laminated menu as if there’s going to be a test on it.
The jingle of the waitress’ bracelets as she hands Gavin a pen grinds against my
exposed nerves. I know in my logical mind that I’m on the verge of losing it for
no real reason. But logic has never had much say when it comes to my feelings
for Gavin.
It’s when he takes her hand and slowly slides up the sleeve of her dress shirt
so that he can write on her wrist that I lose my mind completely. The table
rattles with the vibration of my suddenly jerking knee. I release it and exhale
slowly, quietly, in an attempt to have my jungle cat jealous rage breakdown as
discreetly as possible.
“That’s my number…”
“Marissa,” she offers helpfully.
“Marissa,” he says slowly, giving her his trademark panty-dropping grin and
gifting her a look at his stupid fucking dimple. “You just shoot me a text—or
call so I can hear that pretty voice—when y’all get to the festival and I’ll
make sure you get a front row spot when we go on.”
I snort because we don’t have that kind of control over the crowd. We barely
even made it here. But then I feel sick because I’m sure he’s giving her his
number so he can give her a private show. Bile rises in my throat as they make
let’s-get-naked eyes at each other. The fist squeezing the heck out of my heart
finally loosens its grip just as he releases her wrist so that she can get our
drinks.
Gavin turns back to me like I haven’t been sitting here for three and a half
minutes plotting his gruesome death with flatware.
“So whatcha gettin’?”
About LEAVING AMARILLO
Dixie Lark hasn’t had it easy. She lost her parents in an accident when she was
young and grew up in a ramshackle house on a dirt road in Amarillo with her
ailing grandparents and overprotective older brother. Thanks to her grandfather,
Dixie learned to play a mean fiddle, inspired by the sounds of the greats—Johnny
and June, Waylon, and Hank. Her grandfather’s fiddle changed Dixie’s life
forever, giving her an outlet for the turmoil of her broken heart and inspiring
a daring dream.
Ten years later, Dixie and her brother Dallas are creating the music they love
and chasing fame with their hot band, Leaving Amarillo. But Dixie isn’t enjoying
the ride. All she can think about is Gavin, the band’s tattooed, tortured
drummer who she’s loved since they were kids. She knows he feels the connection
between them, but he refuses see her as more than his best friend’s little sister.
Convinced that one night with Gavin will get him out of her system, Dixie
devises a plan. She doesn’t know that her brother has forbidden Gavin from
making a move on her-a promise he swore he’d always keep . . . a promise that
once broken will unexpectedly change the future for Dixie, Gavin and the band.
About Caisey Quinn
Caisey Quinn
lives in Birmingham, Alabama with her husband, daughter, and other assorted
animals. She is the bestselling author of the Kylie Ryans series as
well as several New Adult and Contemporary Romance novels featuring southern
girls finding love in unexpected places. You can find her online at her website.
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