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When a girl with nothing to lose ends up on tour with a country artist on the verge of losing everything, she'll have to pull him out of his rut or risk letting him pull her and her dreams down with him.
Girl with Guitar
Girl on Tour
Girl in Love* (Deluxe Extended Edition previously only available in paperback)
Includes sneak peeks of the spin off novellas Lost in Lyrics (Steven and Mia), and Song of My Heart: The Gretchen Gibson story. And a bonus sneak peek of Leaving Amarillo, book one in the Neon Dreams series coming in March from Avon/William Morrow.
Praise for the Kylie Ryans series:
Kylie Ryans has the perfect mix of talent, strength, vulnerability, and chutzpah. An unputdownable read.” -E.M. Tippetts, bestselling author of the Fairytale series
“A refreshing heroine and a great story you’ll hate to put down!” – Jen McLaughlin, NYT Bestselling author of the Out of Line series
“What an incredible journey. I’m happy and sad to see this series end, but it does so perfectly!” – NYT Bestselling Author Heidi McLaughlin
“The perfect blend of sass, wit, and poignant relatability, Kylie and Trace will have you cheering, grinning, and squirming until you reach the satisfying ending.” – Rachel Harris, NYT Bestselling Author
Kylie launched into her modified version of Trace Corbin’s latest hit, Not That Kinda Man. It was the famous bachelor’s latest lovin’ and leavin’ single and she was attempting to turn the thing on its ear. He’d written and sang it as a sad break up ballad and Kylie had remixed and reworked it into the single girl’s party anthem.
You wanna own me but you don’t know me. Guess what darlin’? When you wake up I’ll be gone.
Kylie flashed her sexiest grin and wiggled a little at the crowd. Then she shouted, “Sing it with me girls!” into the mic and picked up the tempo, launching into the chorus.
Several waitresses, Tonya included, stopped what they were doing to sing along. Not that Kylie could really see them, but the girls in the crowd joined in too. She sang to the guitar player, whose name she was pretty sure was Andy, and he played right along, smiling and winking at her the whole time. Well I’m not that kinda girl, don’t wanna play these games, not gonna wake up in your bed or take your name. She gave Andy a playful smack on the ass and he blew her a kiss. Shrieking whistles radiated from the audience.
The music hummed and pulsed against her and somewhere in Kylie’s mind a little voice said, Holy shit you’re doing it!
When the number was over, Kylie practically flew off the stage, painfully aware of the pounding in her chest. Oh well, if I have a heart attack and die right this moment, I’ll die happy. The applause was loud enough to be heard over the ringing in her ears and she wanted it more than oxygen.
Clive was leaning on the bar, shaking his head but smiling, and Tonya shot her two thumbs up. Kylie grinned, feeling higher than she was sure any drug could ever take her.
She would let Tonya go home early tonight and do the rooms herself. She had enough energy to clean ten green rooms. When she told Tonya that, the woman hugged her. Hard. “You knocked ‘em dead, girl! That was amazing!”
“Yeah, well, I got some really good advice,” Kylie told her, unable to keep the permagrin off her face.
The next act stepped out of the shadows and took the stage. Kylie heard a deep male voice with a sexy southern drawl say, “Damn. Just my luck to have to follow that.”
The audience was still shrieking and screaming and Kylie knew she’d done well, but seriously?
“I apologize for standing y’all up a few weeks ago. Musta got my dates mixed up. Probably time to fire that manager of mine,” the handsome man on stage drawled.
Who was this guy? Whoever he was, the women in the audience were going crazy over him.
“Well, since that good looking waitress stole my number, guess I’ll have to sing something else. Where is that girl anyways?”
Oh God. Oh God, please no. Kylie’s heart sank and her high evaporated instantly. She turned to face the man on stage. Trace freaking Corbin was standing there with a guitar in one hand and the other to his eyes, scanning the crowd for…her.
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