What I’m asking you now is if you’re interested in the…

“Even though I know it's wrong, you turned my life into a country song and I keep playin' it, on repeat.”

— Caisey Quinn

“Trace,” she prompted. “Would you like to tell our friends our exciting news?” Her expression indicated that she’d barely been able to not call…

— Caisey Quinn

“The hillbilly princess would probably show him the ropes with her man hands.”

— Caisey Quinn

“Okay, and yeah, he was hot as ten hells and could sing a girl's panties right off of her.”

— Caisey Quinn

“I am so gone. Lost. Her smile, the little sigh she lets out, the way her eyes light up. All of it. I’m broken…

— Caisey Quinn

“Oh no, Trace Corbin. If you think for one second that we’re going to—” “Going to what, Kylie Lou?” His face was the picture…

— Caisey Quinn

“If she could get into the one here at The Texas Player’s Club, she’d drag Trace Corbin out by his ass, stick her arm…

— Caisey Quinn

“no denying that he trusted him. “Criminal charges?” Rae squeaked out. “What’s”

— Caisey Quinn

“You're not a nice boy," she said pointing a finger at him. "Never said I was," he told her as he leaned in dangerously…

— Caisey Quinn

“I’ve been called names you probably don’t even know the meaning of. And you can keep throwing your bitchy-ass attitude in my face every…

— Caisey Quinn

“Grief is like your favorite pair of old sweats. You get comfortable in them. So comfortable you don’t want to take them off even…

— Caisey Quinn

“Trace Corbin should come with a warning label: highly addictive.”

— Caisey Quinn

“What are you doing here?”… Thought you might like a ride,” he answers, smiling that tempting smile at me. “This going to be a…

— Caisey Quinn

“Damn, the boy could sing. And Lord, those jeans. Oh no. She was becoming a Trace Corbin fangirl. She could feel it happening and…

— Caisey Quinn

“I missed you so fucking much, baby," he told her between placing frantic open- mouth kisses down her jawline and neck. "Every day. Every…

— Caisey Quinn