Cross My Heat (formerly Girl on Tour)
Play it Again (formerly Girl in Love)
Falling for You
Falling for Fate
Keep Me Still
Give Me You
Last Second Chance
Dark Net Novels
(written as Trinity Scott)
Blood & Lace
Sin & Silk (TBA)
Shadow & Glass (TBA)
About Caisey Quinn
Caisey Quinn is the bestselling author of more than 15 full-length books, including the Neon Dreams and Nashville's Finest novels. She splits her time between a small town in Alabama and Nashville, TN where she lives with her husband and two young children.
Since beginning her career with the indie release of Girl with Guitar (Kylie Ryans #1) in May of 2013, Caisey has achieved a great deal. Keep Me Still was a top 10 Amazon best seller for 3 weeks. Both Last Second Chance and Falling for Fate made it into the top #40 rankings on Amazon and Barnes and Noble and remained there for several weeks. Her first traditionally published novels, Leaving Amarillo, Loving Dallas, and Missing Dixie, were published in 2015-16 and were followed by the Nashville's Finest novels (Intermix/Berkley) Lit Fuse and Live Wire.
Her first traditional publishing deal came from Avon/William Morrow (HarperCollins) and was a significant three book deal for the Neon Dreams series. She continues to publish independently as well as traditionally. Her latest novel, Blood and Lace was published by Pocket Star Books (Simon & Schuster) under her new dark erotic romance pen name, Trinity Scott.
Caisey is a huge fan of her fellow romance authors and enjoys reading, trying new recipes from Pinterest, and pushing herself to run long distances without dying. You can find her online as @CaiseyQuinn and www.caiseyquinn.com.
She is represented by Kevan Lyon of the Marsal Lyon Literary agency.
By the Seaside
Heidi McLaughlin
1
Kelly
The early morning sun was beautiful, but near blinding as its rays proved to be more than Kelly’s sunglasses could handle. She moved her visor back and forth as her direction altered on the winding road. She was going home. Back to the town where she grew up, hoping for a fresh start. As the sign for Gray came into view, she smiled and glanced into her rearview mirror at her daughter. Kori was content to watch the trees go by while she sang a familiar song playing on the radio. Kelly smiled, despite the troubles that she’d faced over the past few months. Kori had been her lifeline, the one who’d kept her from drowning.
Another sign passed by, this one informing travelers of amenities the small town up ahead offered them. She recalled them easily. The arcade, bowling alley, and bumper cars were all staples of her adolescence and she loved the idea of Kori being able to experience them as well. Her favorite though was the row of sherbet colored stores. As with any small town, the stores turned over with new ownership, but a few stayed the same like the t-shirt shop where you could walk in and get any slogan put on a shirt in a matter of minutes. She had spent a pretty penny there a few times while growing up, and even kept a few of her favorites. Of course, over the years they had become ratty, but they held memories she never wanted to let go.
The beach was one of her favorite spots. It’s where she learned to surf, where she and her friends had camped out, where she first fell in love and subsequently fell out of love as well — the moment where her life changed forever. People, who she thought were her friends, weren’t. She laughed at this, reflecting how her life wasn’t much different now. Friends she thought she’d had, no longer existed. It was like her life was a history lesson, repeating itself.
Kelly stopped at a red light, her blinker signaling left. In front of her, the ocean’s waves ebbed in and back out, the frothy foam building with each pass. The beach was empty, something she wasn’t used to seeing. It was still early in the season, and the tourists hadn’t arrived for the summer yet. She pushed the button to open her window and leaned out, inhaling the salty air. “Home,” she murmured to herself. Up until recently, Kelly thought home meant loud noises, honking horns from deadlocked traffic and a high-rise apartment. She thought it meant bumping shoulder-to-shoulder with complete strangers, with nei
ther her nor the person she slammed into muttering an apology.
When she moved away from Gray, she always assumed she would end up in another small town along the eastern seaboard. In college, she took summer classes to double up her degrees, until she started spending time in the Hamptons. She majored in business management with a focus on tourism because she wanted to make towns like Gray thrive. Research showed a dwindling number of people were willing to live in small towns. The economy wasn’t what it used to be, and though people weren’t willing to drive hours into the bigger cities for work, jobs were becoming scarcer in rural areas. Then there were the tourists. Although they brought in business, of the people that would visit few of them were families. Young kids today were too busy with summer school and sports, and with their faces stuck to their phones — tourists and locals alike. Kelly wanted to change all that.
Someone waved as she turned onto Main Street. She returned the gesture and parked in front of her new store. She was now the proud owner of Java Hut. A name she loathed but had no intentions of changing. Familiarity went a long way in a small town.
The summery colors of turquoise, orange, yellow and pink adorned the buildings along Main Street. These were what she affectionally called the sherbet stores, and was happy to see that no one ever thought to paint them any other color over the years. Java Hut sported what the Real Estate agent deemed Tropical Pink. It wasn’t Kelly’s favorite, but Kori loved it.