04 October 2013

Seduced VBT!

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.



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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