Monday, July 6, 2015

*~*~* Blog Tour & Giveaway *~*~* Loving Dallas by Caisey Quinn



LOVING DALLAS BY CAISEY QUINN
BLOG TOUR:L JUNE 9 – JULY 7

RELEASE DATE: JUNE 16







In the second novel in bestselling author Caisey Quinn’s Neon Dreams series, a country rock band and its members embark on the rocky road to fame and find love along the way.

Dallas Lark is so close to achieving his dream of making it big in country music that he can taste it. Arriving in Nashville after signing with sexy, successful manager Mandy Lantram, his life goes from tragedy and turmoil to one lucky break after another—except it isn’t really luck because Dallas has sacrificed everything for his career, leaving behind his band, sister, best friend, and high school sweetheart, Robyn, in the pursuit of fame.

Robyn Breeland is a successful marketing coordinator and promotions specialist for a thriving liquor distributor out of Texas. She loves every aspect of her job: coming up with new ideas, traveling, hosting promotional parties and exclusive events—until it brings her face-to-face with the man who broke her heart, prompting her to erect a steel cage around it.

When their paths collide and they’re forced to work together, Dallas and Robyn realize that the old spark they thought they’d extinguished might still be a burning

flame.


Second chance romance at it's best.

Dallas thought he lost his high school sweetheart years ago.
Getting his big break out on the road with a country music tour brings new light his years past. 
Robyn thought she did the right thing by letting Dallas go to persue his dreams as country music artist when her mom got sick. To stay home and take of her was what she felt she needed to do. 
Two worlds colliding out on the road one night sparks the fire back in their relationship.
But can the cruelty of the music industry and all the fame and all that comes with win out over Dallas' love for Robyn?
Robyn throws Dallas for a curve when yet, she decides to stay back and leave him go yet again. Again, she has someone else to take care of over him.




“Crazy Town,” Jason Aldean
“Ho Hey,” Lumineers
“Smoke,” A Thousand Horses
“This Town,” Clare Bowen and Charles Esten
“Even if It Breaks Your Heart,” Eli Young Band
“I See You,” Luke Bryan
“Texas Was You,” Jason Aldean
“Springsteen,” Eric Church
“Distance,” Christina Perri featuring Jason Mraz
“Dancing Away with My Heart,” Lady Antebellum
“Hope You Get Lonely,” Cole Swindell
“Wheels Rollin’,” Jason Aldean
“Easy,” Rascal Flatts featuring Natasha Bedingfield
“Make You Miss Me,” Sam Hunt
“Come Over,” Kenny Chesney
“Love You Like That” Canaan Smith
“It Goes Like This,” Thomas Rhett
“I Walk the Line,” Johnny Cash
“Save Your Breath” Josh Dorr
“Let Her Go,” Passenger
“Mine Would Be You,” Blake Shelton
“More than Miles,” Brantley Gilbert
“Run Away with You,” Michael Ray
“Crash My Party,” Luke Bryan
“I Won’t Give Up,” Jana Kramer
“Simple Man,” Lynyrd Skynyrd
“Say You Do” Dierks Bentley
“Play It Again,” Luke Bryan




The universe must hate me. No, it must downright fucking despise me.
Of all the concerts in all the world, she has to be at mine. In fucking Denver of all places. Literally the last place in the universe I would expect to see her.
My mind can’t stop replaying our exchange. Or how lovingly that dress clung to her mouthwatering curves. Seeing her conjured up memories I keep firmly locked in the box of Robyn that I never open. Ever.
Seeing her unexpectedly reminded me of the first time I ever laid eyes on her and practically transported me back in time.
“God, I love this song,” she’d announced the night we met. “Come dance with me.”
She’d grabbed my hand with surprising strength for a petite redhead who couldn’t have weighed a hundred pounds soaking wet. She had the kind of raspy voice that instantly made you think of dirty talk. Or maybe that was just me. I had just turned sixteen and was basically a hard-on with a pulse.
Gavin had raised his eyebrows and smirked as she dragged me closer to the truck blaring the music. She shook her sexy ass and sang at the top of her lungs, off key, but proudly off key. I couldn’t take my eyes or my hands off her. For several years.




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