Lord have mercy, this series. Again, this whole series could be one book. 
 I mentioned in my review of Loving Dallas I found the writing to be the sole (but not only) issue with these books. I don't care for how the characters are portrayed. I don't care for the repetitive monologue's (that are annoying, btw) and ALL THE ANGST. I especially didn't care for the "she deserves better than me" and all the secrets. 
 At this point, we know Dixie loves Gavin and Gavin loves Dixie. They know that; we know that. But still, no communication. Let us mope and whine and piss sad tears because I don't know how to talk or let you in or tell you why my life is a jumbled mess. THIS IS FRUSTRATING. It tells me that you don't trust that person enough to handle the situation and/or HELP YOU while fixing it. 
 No. 
 At the time of making my decision to quit, I gave ZERO f*cks on if they got together or not. Or if the band got back together. Or... anything. I just didn't care. *shrug* 
 Not my cup o'tea.