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Albert Camus

Don't walk behind me; I may not lead. Don't walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend.

Sunday, August 11, 2013

Excerpt and Giveaway Seduced (Lost in Oblivion 0.5) by Cari Quinn, Taryn Elliott

Description:

An INTRODUCTION 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... 

EXCERPT:



The control room contained acres of boards with knobs and dials, meters and a huge computer screen with far more complete versions of ProTools than what Deak had to work with. Through the glass was a cavernous recording room. Even with fifty folding chairs littering the center of the space, it was massive. Microphone cords, discarded instruments and dozens of stands littered with songsheets attempted to fill the space. But it was simply impossible.
The room was imposing, awe inspiring and made his gut jitter so bad he almost bent over to take a huge gulp of breath.
He tried to tune in as Miller babbled on about the high end electronics and sonic this, equalizer that, but the white noise in his head just made it all sound like gibberish.
An honest to God studio with honest to God space. Hell, it even smelled like music. A little sweaty, a little dusty, topped with a thick, creamy dollop of pure heaven.
Without thought, he wandered through the door to the huge room.
“Simon.” Nick’s sharp command couldn’t stop him.
He had to see the room.
Had to taste it.
It smelled empty—like the lifeblood of the space had been hit with a pause button. Obviously, they had been doing a score. The discarded instruments consisted of high-end strings and brass from an orchestra. All of them lovingly tucked into velvet lined cases beside the chairs. Cases that weren’t plastered with stickers or broken locks.
Perfect and well cared for.
All save one.
The electric violin was a deep violet color and sat sideways on a padded folding chair. It had an otherworldly shape. It still had the shape and form of a violin, but it was cut out and streamlined with string knobs that looked more suited to a weapon than an instrument.
He brushed his knuckles over the neck lightly.
“Touch that and I’ll break your fingers.”
Simon’s head jerked at the smooth voice that came from his right. The owner was slim and tall in trim black pants and a crisp white button-down shirt. Her dark hair was scraped back in a severe tail, not a lock out of place. Huge, serious brown eyes pinned him to the floor. One perfectly arched brow was the only telltale sign that she’d even spoken to him.
His cock got hard so fast he had to bite back a grunt from his zipper’s unhappy stranglehold.
“Did I stutter?”
He curled his fingers into his palm. “No, you didn’t.” Trying a charming smile, he held out his hand. “Simon.”
Her lashes lowered, giving her eyes a feline tilt. She tipped her head to the side, but didn’t reach for him. “Who are you?”
“I think I just said my name.”
That eyebrow arched again. “You could be John Smith for all I care. Who are you?”
“I’m with the band, baby.”
“Please.” She turned on her heel and walked back out the door. The trail of honeysuckle teased a groan out of him.
Simon rocked back on his heels, then stared at the ceiling and laughed.
Deacon ducked his head in from the control room. “Would you get in here?”
“Yeah, yeah. Hold your balls.” And because he could, he touched her violin before following the sounds of his bandmates through the cracked door.






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About the authors:

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
I'm from the great state of New York--upstate NY, thank you very much. My family consists of a brother who takes care of keeping the snarky side of me alive and a dog that is more spoiled child than mutt. My writer-friends are the glue that keeps my crazy ideas more in the sane category, and my non-writerly friends are the reason I'm not a complete hermit. I can't go a day without laughing and I truly do fall in love with each and every one of my leading men as I write their book. Music is life and every story has its own soundtrack.

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