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.
Kat’s rating: 5 of 5 stars
Yes I read this in one day! I couldn’t put it down, I squealed when I saw the email saying I had been approved for an arc copy from Edelweiss.
I love this series… I haven’t found Leaving Amarillo in my local bookstore yet.. But I keep looking for ms Quinn’s books and will buy them when I get the chance.
To anyone with a dream, keeping chasing it. If you catch it, chase another. And another. Unlike most things, dreams are free and unlimited.
This is a quote from the book… Not the story but the acknowledgments, yes I read these as well. These wise words are something to live by, and I am still chasing my dreams ( my teacher will be proud! Not, she always complained my head was always up in the clouds and that I should use my brain for more useful things like maths!
It’s nice to see an author that’s made it to print being so down to earth and lovely as Ms. Quinn comes across in her media.
To me an author who is there and approachable via social networks to her readers, is so much more appealing than some faceless name behind a pen name. This and of course the wonderful stories that ms Quinn has to give us means I will seek out and buy her books.
Now… What was Loving Dallas like?
The book continues where we left at the end of Leaving Amarillo but focuses in Dallas and his chance at stardom, but at what cost?
And what he doesn’t know is that his childhood ex Robyn is the events co-ordinator on the tour.
Now that is all I’m going to say on the story because the synopsis says enough and seriously just go buy it and read it yourself you won’t be disappointed.
The character development continues in fine form, I really liked Jase ( headlining star of the tour) I do hope Ms Quinn will write about his story.
Dallas’s manager Minger Mandy is as mean and nasty as ever, she makes me shudder.
The underlying storyline of life on tour is very realistic, I like this book because it’s not all OTT sex drugs and rock and roll, it’s more passion for music, love that has a second chance and more importantly, it’s a happy ending, and I have loved every minute of it, and I look forward to October when I can find out whether Gavin will get a second chance with Dixie, and of course catch up with Robyn and Dallas.
A well deserved 5 stars from me.
“Tell me what you’ve sacrificed. I want to know,” Dallas says evenly, completely unfazed by my obvious psychotic break. “Because I know a thing or two about sacrifice myself. But I can tell you this much, I would never sacrifice my dignity and I sure as hell didn’t get where I am on my back or by putting anyone else on theirs.”
What the hell?
“Mandy. She’s my manager. Our relationship is strictly professional, and it will stay that way, regardless of what her intentions may or may not be.”
“Okay.” I don’t want to feel relieved. I shouldn’t care. But my tightly wound nerves loosen a fraction.
“Your turn,” he informs me, folding his muscular arms over his broad chest.
“My turn for what?”
“To tell me if you’re fucking Wade! If that’s how you got on this tour, I want you to end it. He’s a grade A piece of shit who doesn’t give a damn who he—”
Dallas doesn’t get to finish his sentence.
Because I slap him. Hard. So hard my hand is still stinging.
Our faces must be matching masks of shock and I see the replay in slow motion. I’ve never struck another human being in my entire life. And I just slapped the only man I’ve ever loved with everything I was worth.
“If you ever, ever, even think to insinuate that I got where I am on my back, I swear to God, Dallas Lark, I will make that seem like a love tap.”
I am so immensely infuriated that everything in my line of sight is tinged in red. But more than that, I’m hurt. Hurt that someone I once cared so much for, and still care about more than I’d like to admit, would think that of me. Stitched-up lacerations on my heart that were on their way to being pretty pink scars are opening wide and angry. He didn’t invite me here for pancakes to catch up or spend time with me or figure out how to work together or even attempt to make amends. Nope. He’s just jealous and arrogant and a raging asshole.
“I didn’t mean to insinuate that—”
“Get the hell away from me.” I whirl around and step right into a fresh puddle. Great. Wonderful.
“No,” Dallas says, pulling me toward him and catching me off guard. “I need you to hear me out.”
“What’s to hear? You’re an arrogant ass and I hate you.”
He gives me an infuriating smirk. “No you don’t. If that were true, you wouldn’t be this pissed.”
I struggle to find a reasonable argument to this so I say, “Fuck you, Dallas.”
“Yes, please. Come back to the hotel with me. The car service is already here.” I yank out of his grasp, causing a painful friction between our skin.
He pulls me to his chest and my anger is fading, too diluted by his scent and his intensity.
“I’m sorry, baby. I’m so damn sorry,” is all he says before kissing me brutally on the mouth. Mine pops open in shock when he pulls back to breathe. His gaze presses into mine as my mind tumbles over itself trying to process the abrupt turn of events. His thumb grazes my cheek gently. “I never meant to hurt you,” he says before devouring me again.
And Lord help me, I don’t even know which thing he’s apologizing for—the past or the present—because I’m melting. The rain, his fiery hot mouth, his hands scorching a trail over my body. I’m drowning in Dallas and I can’t stop.
Worse, I don’t even want to.
LOVING DALLAS PLAYLIST
“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
Caisey Quinn Top 5 Songs on iPod While Writing Loving Dallas
1. Smoke – A Thousand Horses
2. Wheels Rollin – Jason Aldean
3. Hope You Get Lonely – Cole Swindell
4. Love You Like That – Canaan Smith
5. Walk the Line – Johnny Cash
What Caisey Quinn Loves About Dallas
5. That he knows when to be a gentleman…and when not to be.
4. His tight jeans and cocky, country book swagger.
3. His sweet smile.
2. His singing voice.
1. How deeply he loves. ❤
Caisey Quinn lives in Birmingham, Alabama and is the bestselling author of the Kylie Ryans series and several other New Adult Romance titles. Her Neon Dreams series will be available from Avon/William Morrow in 2015.