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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...
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...
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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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.
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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.
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.a Rafflecopter giveaway
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