Title: Girl with Guitar
Author:
Caisey Quinn
Release
date: May 22, 2013
Genre: Romance
Age
Group: New Adult (Mature 17+ content)
Synopsis
After
Kylie’s dad dies in a freak accident, he leaves her with nothing other than her
crazy stepmother, 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.
Excerpt
Running
lights on the floor illuminated the interior of the bus just enough to keep her
from falling and breaking her neck on her way to the kitchenette. She reached
out and felt around for the switch under the cabinets that lit up the area
above the sink. She had just flicked it on when Trace’s bedroom door opened.
Her
heart stuttered and Kylie froze. If the blonde from the bar was in there with
him, Kylie was taking her ass to that Winnebago dressed just as she was.
Taking
a few deep breaths to brace herself, she turned. Trace stood in the doorway,
his dark shirtless figure making her heart race.
“Couldn’t
sleep,” she said softly. He just stared at her, reminding her with his
scorching gaze that she was dressed in a thin nightshirt that barely reached
her thighs. “No company tonight?” she asked, doing her best to keep her voice
light, unaffected.
Trace
said nothing as he stalked towards her slowly, the force of his stare backing
her against the counter.
“Trace,”
she said softly as he came close enough to touch.
Still
nothing. Just his eyes burning into hers as his bare chest expanded with each
breath. His hair was a mess, like he’d spent all night raking his hands through
it, and he was barefoot in jeans. Kylie was pretty sure this was the hottest
she’d ever seen him. Heat flooded her body, liquefying the lust between her
thighs.
The
sensation became so intense it was almost painful. Before she had time to ask
him what he was doing, Trace’s strong hands gripped her and lifted her onto the
counter. His labored breathing was the only sound she heard as he used those
same hands to spread her knees apart. Kylie whimpered when he moved forward to
press himself between them.
This
was not the Trace Corbin she was used to. This man had pleading eyes and was
trembling to the point of vibrating with…want. Or maybe it was need. Kylie
wasn’t sure. The muscles holding her rigid relaxed under his warm hands. He
trailed them up her thighs, to her hips, finally reaching up and touching her
face with gentleness she hadn’t expected him to be capable of. His thumb grazed
her bottom lip and it sent a shock straight through her, causing her to arch
into him.
“You
played those boys tonight.” His quiet ragged voice raked over her.
She
couldn’t speak, so she nodded. Yes.
“You
been playing me?” He pinned her with an intense stare she struggled to return.
This
time she shook her head no.
When
he let his hands fall back to her hips, she reached up and placed her fingers
in his hair, using the lush brown locks to pull him closer. His head dropped
below hers with a soft moan, and she could feel him breathing her in. She took
advantage of the opportunity to do the same. Bourbon, aftershave, and that
woodsy scent that was all Trace. No cheap perfume from his friend from earlier.
Trace’s soft warm lips brushed against her neck, sending another shiver through
her with so much force it would’ve jolted her off the counter had he not been
holding her in place. “I’m sorry about what happened in Jackson,” he whispered.
“God, I’m so sorry.” His voice was thick and raw and broke something inside of
her.
She
still couldn’t manage to get any words to reach her mouth, so she just gripped
him tighter. She’d already forgiven him.
Her
mind raced with questions. The most pressing one being, what the hell are we doing? But somehow it didn’t seem important to
figure it out right that second. She wanted this, ached for it. She hadn’t even
realized how badly until that very moment. Holding him close to her felt right.
Safe. As if this was what she had needed all along. This is what would take the
pain away.
Trace
pulled away, just a few inches, but Kylie moaned her displeasure. She tried to
pull him back in, biting her lip when he shook his head. God, those eyes. Take cover, they said, because the storm
was here, now. And Kylie wanted nothing more than to hurl herself right into
its path.
She
didn’t know what he was looking for, but his eyes sought answers in hers that
she didn’t have. She didn’t even know what the question was. She just wanted
him. Like she had never wanted anything or anyone in her entire life.
Cupping
her chin firmly, Trace leaned in and oh, oh
she was more than ready for his mouth. But he didn’t kiss her. He pressed
his forehead to hers and closed his eyes. “So damn beautiful,” he rasped.
Gripping
his hips and pulling him as close as possible, until the only thing keeping
them apart was the thin lace of her panties and the denim of his jeans, Kylie
let her hand stroke his stubbled cheek. She pulled her legs up to wrap them
around his waist and Trace let loose a deep growl that had her throbbing
against him. The intimacy of it was like nothing she’d ever experienced, taking
her higher than even performing on stage had. Trace Corbin should come with a
warning label: highly addictive.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Caisey
Quinn is a wearer of cowgirl boots, writer, and avid reader. She is a lover of
wine and is addicted to chai tea lattes. She is also the brand spanking new
author of several New Adult romances including Girl with Guitar
and soon to be released Keep
Me Still (which may or may not include spanking).
Caisey is a Gemini,
wife, mom, and former high school English teacher living in Birmingham, Alabama,
who spends her days chasing a three-year-old and hiding away with her MacBook.
She spends her nights writing and is a firm believer that sleep is overrated. Currently
she is hard at work on Girl on Tour, the
second book in the Kylie Ryans series.
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