Girl on Tour by Caisey Quinn
Release date: August 27, 2013
My rating:An up and comer trying to make a name for herself...
KYLIE never expected to be stuck on a tour bus with a pampered princess and her boyfriend’s ex.
A troubled artist struggling to hold onto his career...
TRACE thought he was finally getting to do things his way. Until the label added co-headliner Gretchen Gibson, the only person in country music with more issues than him, to his No Apologies tour.
Surrounded by tabloid rumors and people they can't trust, Kylie and Trace need each other more than ever. But the choices they make will change everything
Because chasing your dreams and following your heart don’t always lead you to the same place…
“HAVE you lost your mind?” Kylie couldn’t help but laugh at the crazy man practically running with her in his arms towards his bus.
“Yeah, I have.” He licked his lips. “I think I left it with you because it’s been missing since the last time I saw you.”
“Tracey Corbin, was that a line you just fed me?”
“Maybe. Did it work?” He raised a brow and glanced at her. The fierce determination in his eyes didn’t waver even though Kylie was teasing him.
“Hmm. We’ll see.” She smirked, but inside she was a hot mess of want. She hadn’t been ready for that song, but Lily was damn near hysterical when her dad didn’t show, and Mia was still filled with rage and refusing to speak to her, much less close the show with her. It was the only thing Kylie could think to do. She knew Trace was coming and that his fiddle player also played the banjo. So she went for it. But when she’d taken the stage, she didn’t see Trace anywhere. And the song about her daddy damn near killed her. Until he appeared out of nowhere and gave her exactly what she needed. Comfort. Affection. Was it love? Maybe. She didn’t know for sure. She kind of hoped it was.
“I missed you, Kylie Lou,” he said quietly. He placed a kiss on her forehead as he set her down just outside of his bus.
“I missed you, too,” she told him. She took his hand, startled that his touch still sent her skin into a tingling frenzy. He did a quick scan of the bus and made sure it was empty. Kylie’s stomach twisted both in nervousness at the thought of running into Gretchen Gibson, who she damn sure did not want to see—not right now anyways—and in anticipation of what she and Trace were about to do to each other. God. She’d missed him so much it was physically painful.
By the time they made it into Trace’s room, she was practically trembling. She hoped he’d close the door, press her up against it, and show her just how much he’d missed her. He didn’t. He closed the door and led her to the bed where they both sat. He reached out and tucked a stray hair behind her ear. She was slightly sweaty from performing out in the heat. She hoped she was about to get a whole lot sweatier.
“How are things, Kylie Lou?” he asked, barely loud enough for her to hear. But she could hear what he wasn’t saying. His eyes said he was just trying to be polite. That he really wanted to tear her clothes off and make the most of the two hours of alone time he’d secured for them. She was still raw and hurting from the tension she’d been living with for six weeks plus the pain of baring her soul and singing about her daddy. She wanted physical comfort. Wanted him inside of her. Right this damned minute. There’d be plenty of time for talking later.
“Things are…there’s been a lot going on and I do want to talk about it with you, but right now I just want…” How to phrase this particular request? She wasn’t exactly sure.
“What do you want, babe? Say the word and it’s yours.” Trace’s eyes scanned her face for answers. Instead of speaking, she reached down and pulled her tank top over her head. His eyes widened but she wasn’t stopping. She climbed onto his lap. Straddling him, she pulled his hat off and sat it next to them so she could run her fingers through his hair.
“That was my lucky hat,” he mumbled against her lips.
“Oh, I think you’re about to get plenty lucky without it.” She deepened their kiss, pulling at his bottom lip with her teeth. She couldn’t get enough of his tongue. His mouth was minty, as if he’d just brushed his teeth. For a split second she thought she tasted the faint hint of bourbon underneath. Now isn’t the time to grill him. She lashed her tongue in and out of his mouth, pausing to run it over his teeth and lips. She felt his hardness beneath her so she ground her hips down against him.
Trace groaned and pulled her farther onto the bed. She’d never been on top before, but she was pretty damned excited about it.
She stood long enough to rid herself of her jeans. She was just about to climb back onto her boyfriend when he sat up abruptly.
“What are you doing?” she pouted.
“What are you doing?” He looked up at her, grinning as he grabbed her hips to pull her closer. “You think this is just going to be a quickie, then so long, see you in Atlanta tomorrow night?”
She smiled, remembering that he’d made sure their tours crossed paths a few times. Tomorrow after both of their shows in Georgia, they were spending the night at his house in Macon. She missed that place almost as much as she missed him.
Where did I want this book to go before I read it? Where did I want it to go while I was reading it? Those are two completely different answers. Can you believe that?
Before I started this book, I was hoping for Trace and Kylie to find a way to make their relationship work. I was expecting a rough ride with the two of them on separate tours. I wanted to see them endure the drama and over come it all.
Then I began reading the book. Somewhere along the way, I lost interest in Trace. I kind of wanted him to disappear. I can’t pinpoint why or where. I just did. Once the book kicked into full gear, I wasn’t so interested in their relationship working out. He was Kylie’s first real boyfriend in the physical sense. Of coarse people cling to those relationships, but that doesn’t mean that love is in the air. It also doesn’t mean that they are good for one another.
I will not be a spoiler, but I will say I wasn’t necessarily completely devastated over the way the book ended. I was left with a little smile on my face and a devil on my shoulder smirking.
After this book, I know one thing for sure. Kylie has learned that one needs a thick skin if she continues to stay in the spotlight. She has had a rough go on this tour, but I think it has taught her a thing or two. For starters, love isn’t always what it is cracked up to be. Next, sometimes you are able to find the most unlikely allies and friends in places you don’t expect. And then, assuming you are the only one struggling in a world of many can bite you in the ass. There are people with similar stories just like yours everywhere you turn; judging someone without truly knowing can cause you unneeded stress.
I cannot wait for the next book in this series, Girl in Love. Although, I am sure it might have an ending that I will not necessarily want. Hold on tight readers. I have a feeling there is an even bumpier road ahead for Kylie. A road we may want to remember to wear a seatbelt for!