Melody’s Key by Dallas Coryell

Book Melody’s Key Author Dallas Coryell


Published on June 24th 2016 by AsherRain Publications



“His eyes settled on her…piercing green embers of flame that revealed the ferocity of his pain and passion, yet still shrouded him under veils of ever deepening mystery that made every ounce of her ache to unravel him.”

Tegan Lockwood’s dreams were dead, sacrificed on the noble altar of duty before they ever had a chance to live. Her entire existence was disappearing into the abyss of apathy as she labored her days away keeping her family’s struggling business alive. There would be no emotion, no color, no beauty in her life. That is, until a mysterious visitor begins to draw her out of the darkness of her past towards something that will challenge the boundaries of her world, and unlock the most deeply held secrets of her heart.

My Review

From the instant I started this book, I already knew what I was getting myself into. A love story of course, but one that I haven’t read in awhile. I don’t want to give anything away, because I hate spoiler reviews.

Tegan is a greatly flawed character, but in the end I can see myself being friends with her. I love how loving and supporting members of her family are towards each other. I hardly read books now, where the main characters come from a normal, healthy and loving home.

Tegan’s love interest Mason is quite interesting 😉 it was a delight reading and experiencing their relationship grow and for all you haters of insta-love, this story is good for you. The story is a bit slow paced, but it’s because the author wants us to have an in-depth view about the characters that we are reading about, but in doing that, there are many parts of the story that are too descriptive which the story can do without.

Guys! Dallas is not only an author but also an aspiring music artist, and all the songs written in this book can be found on his youtube channel, that’s very impressive don’t you think? You can find the link to all his social media profile below.

There are typical errors, one would encounter when reading some books by indie authors, the books need to be heavily edited and this cover needs a lot of work. I have the perfect idea for the cover. Get a lady to be playing a piano, then take a picture of her with back to the camera, this scenery will be used as the background for the book art cover, then make use of a wonderful font to write the title, name of author and maybe a short descriptive phrase, that embodies the story. In fact, get the background picture and I could do the font design. Finally the book is a bit lengthy and over descriptive in some aspects, which makes for getting distracted and losing interest, but nonetheless I pulled through and finished it.

This is a good debut from the author, which shows that with time his books, will be something to reckon with in future.



“It’s just an expression, I assume you have those in America?” This time Tegan completely intended the playful sarcasm that dripped from the comment. She even ventured a slight grin to put him on the defensive a little, but Mason was quick with his reply.

“Yes, we have them. For example, don’t judge a book by its cover.”

Mason had smiled disarmingly when he said it, but the underlying message to her was clear. Considering what happened at the pub, perhaps she had been a tad hasty in her judgment of his character. Tegan bundled the tools she had been cleaning and attempted to pick them up all at once in order to move them into the shed, but before she could take two steps they began slipping from her hands. Just as she expected to see the entire bunch go crashing to the ground, Mason’s hands appeared and encircled hers, stabilizing the load. His hands were strong, but soft, and their sudden steadying warmth took her completely off guard.

She had been careful to avoid looking directly at him during their entire exchange so far, but her discipline wavered for one instant and she allowed herself to meet his gaze. She immediately regretted it. His eyes were two fiery emeralds that seemed to have already been waiting millennia for her to find them. The depth they held was something she had not expected; there was profound suffering there, but also something wild and passionate and unbridled…like the feeling she got while walking through the estate gardens after a summer storm.

Somehow his eyes burned through the walls of her meticulously constructed defenses as if they were flash paper. She felt as though he was somehow seeing her…the real her, instead of the protective façade she normally projected to people she didn’t know. In that instant of unexpected vulnerability Tegan was surprised to find she was capable of anything. She felt the boundaries and inhibitions that normally constrained her fading like a winter sunset.

A moment after Tegan felt the hurricane begin to stir within her, she smothered it for fear of being consumed. Where in the world is this coming from? She had only been looking at him for a moment, but it felt as though they had been staring at each other for hours. She abruptly pulled her hands free, which sent the tools clattering loudly into the dirt. In truth, she had forgotten they were suspended between their interlocked hands. Grateful for the distraction, she kneeled down and began gathering the fallen load, which he immediately assisted her with. Between them, they got all the tools to the shed in one trip. As the electricity of the moment faded, Tegan began feeling silly for even thinking such ridiculous things. I know nothing about him. She made a mental note not to look into his eyes again. There was a reason so many girls went crazy over him, and he probably knew exactly what he was doing with those eyes…and that crooked smile.

About the Author


Dallas Coryell is a musician and author residing deep in the untamed wilds of Michigan, USA, where he desperately attempts to assign meaning to his world through bouts of maniacal creative catharsis and pitifully doomed hopeless romantic fantasies. All of the songs written by the characters in this novel are real and can be viewed on the author’s fledgling YouTube channel. Selfies and other assorted randomness can be found on the author’s Instagram.

Amazon Goodreads YouTube Instagram  Google+  Facebook Twitter

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s