A PREQUEL to the NA
rock star series
Lost In Oblivion.
Warning: Get ready
for a testosterone overload. The guys are in the driver's seat in Seduced - and
the ride's gonna rock.
Twenty-three year old Nick
Crandall has one focus in his life: Oblivion, the band he formed with his best
friend Simon Kagan. With gigs coming up and the band members lacking focus
after losing their drummer to rehab, they're out of ideas. Until Oblivion's
bassist, Deacon McCoy, poses a surprising suggestion.
Bring in someone new. Two someones.
One You Tube video gone
viral later, Oblivion is poised on the brink of stardom. With their new hot
drummer chick — who comes in a package deal with a talented guitarist who
happens to be head over pick in unrequited love with her - it seems like
everything's falling into place. Or will the band Nick and Simon have fought to
keep together disintegrate before their eyes?
Four guys & one
woman + more success than they ever bargained for = trouble, of the sexiest
kind.
>Get Seduced by this novel-length
introduction to the band Oblivion. This preview occurs before the four
forthcoming books about each of the band members. Sometimes getting lost means
finding yourself…
Warning: This title
is intended for readers over the age of 18 as it contains explicit sex scenes
and/or situations (including m/f/m
menage) and adult language, and may be considered offensive to some
readers.
Nick stabbed his
fingers into the mile-high bun Jazz had fixed on top of her head, wrecking the
orderly curls, tearing them down while his tongue plunged between her lips. She
moaned, loud and sharp, not tempering the sound. And he feasted on it, on her,
sucking on her tongue, nipping her lips, swallowing that same grape-sweet taste
she’d tormented him with before.
“Want me to go
down on you?” he whispered between kisses. It wasn’t an offer he made often,
though he had a feeling she’d be the exception to all of his rules.
She shook her
head, hard and definite. “No. Just fingers. Please. Like last time.”
They didn’t
speak after that. Didn’t do a damn thing except kiss and touch and pant hotly
into each other’s mouths. Just like last time, she stroked his cock like she
was manipulating her drumsticks. Up, down, up, down, squeezing, letting go.
Over and over until he shoved her back against the wall and pushed his hand
under her skirt. All he could think about was getting inside her.
She wore panties
tonight, tiny frilly ones, and he ripped them aside and surged his fingers
deep. She threw her head back, banging her skull. He pulled out and rubbed her
piercing, amazed all over again that such perfection existed in his world. The
memory of those pink crystals around her taut little clit could take him
straight to heaven. But he wouldn’t go alone.
He spent extra
time toying with the studs, testing her reactions to each flick and flutter.
Building the urgency between them until they both trembled like plucked
strings. Then he was playing her flesh like she’d played him and all he could
hear were her ragged gasps, each of them ending on a single plea.
More.
More.
God, give me more.
She came in a
pulsing gush against his palm, and he groaned as he dropped his forehead into
the crook of her neck. Her brown sugar scent and the smell of her arousal
wrapped around him, constricting his lungs, blocking his airflow. Then she
dropped to her knees again and pulled down his zipper, taking him out so fast
he couldn’t do more than pant his gratitude. Her lips closed around the head of
his dick and he fisted his hands against the wall, one of them still soaked
from her, lost to the sensation of her wet silky mouth riding up and down his
length.
It didn’t take
long. She remembered what he liked, and he’d been primed for the past week. He
hadn’t let himself come on his own, knowing he’d see her behind his eyes. She’d
be the cause of his orgasm even if he was all alone. So he’d held back, held
off, somehow knowing they’d end up in this place again. His own touch would
never be a decent substitute when he could have her.
At least he had
her right now.
Hello Crystal! Thanks so much for having us on your blog.
Cari Quinn and I really appreciate it.
We’re here to talk a little bit about the boys from
Oblivion. They’re a hard rock band formed on the outskirts of Los Angeles. The
co-founders of the band, Simon and Nick, lived in the same apartment complex as
teens. To escape a rough home life both
boys spent time on Venice Boulevard learning guitar and songwriting together in
the park.
Thanks to the music department in high school they added a
drummer –Snake, and a bassist—Deacon. And for a long time they were a happy
foursome. Secure in the idea of a future that was about music and the fame that
surely had to follow.
But it never quite did.
And as with any art, frustrations can turn inward.
Paralyzing stagefright, the crutch of drugs, and in fighting busted the seams
of Oblivion. Finally trouble with drugs landed their drummer in jail with the
only way out being a mandatory drug program. With the precious dates for a dive
club looming they had no choice but to either break up or find a new drummer.
Pride and mounting insecurities blind Nick to the idea that
the band wasn’t working because it wasn’t meant to. That out there was another
band member that they’d been waiting for. But what if there were actually TWO?
And so we have SEDUCED – the love story of a band that
hadn’t quite found their perfect fit until Jazz and Gray were added to the mix.
And like all relationships there’s chemistry, clashes, and
conflict. But in the end Nick, Simon and Deacon have to decide if a change is
just what they need? Or if loyalty is worth the price of the taste of fame they
share with the ‘temporary replacements’.
The entire series is built upon this one thing.
Loyalty and drive can be two opposing forces. But does it
have to be?
Thanks so much for inviting us onto your blog and we hope
readers enjoy SEDUCED. The next book on the agenda is ROCKED – which is a sexy
rock star romance about Deacon McCoy and the tour chef, Harper Pruitt coming
this fall.
Cari Quinn
USA
Today bestselling author Cari Quinn wrote her first story—a bible parable—in
2nd grade, much to the delight of the nuns at her Catholic school. Once she saw
the warm reception that first tale garnered, she was hooked. Now she gets to
pen sexy romances for a living and routinely counts her lucky stars. When she’s
not scribbling furiously, she can usually be found watching men’s college
basketball, playing her music way too loud or causing trouble. Sometimes
simultaneously.
Taryn Elliott
She’s from the great state of New York--upstate NY…you know, above NYC by
about three hours. Her family consists of a brother who takes care of keeping
the snarky side of her alive and a dog that is more spoiled child than mutt.
Her writer-friends are the glue that keeps her crazy ideas more in the sane
category, and her non-writerly friends are the reason she’s not a complete
hermit. She can't go a day without laughing and truly does fall in love with
each and every one of her leading men as she writes their book. Music is life
and every story has its own soundtrack.
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