Wicked Readings by Tawania: VBT: SERIES SPOTLIGHT & GIVEAWAY- SEDUCED (LOST IN OBLIVION) BY CARI QUINN & TARYN ELLIOT

SEDUCED

LOST IN OBLIVION

CARI QUINN & TARYN ELLIOT

SEDUCED
A PREQUEL to the NA rock star series Lost In Oblivion.

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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...

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LOST IN OBLIVION Website: http://www.lostinoblivion.com

EXERPT:

He opened his eyes, knowing Violin Girl was still staring. Still trying to piece him together. Slim and cool as an ice pick, she seemed so apart from everything. She came into the room to do a job, and just the job. The only emotion came out of her instrument, not a damn thing showed on her face.

The need to show off overrode the nerves that had been plaguing him. He somehow found a reservoir of talent that had been absent and the reward of a quivering vibrato stirred her into action.

She lifted her violin and played her part with the recording. He stood at the window, amazed at the difference between this Margo and the one he was used to seeing in the studio. Her eyes closed. The cool façade slipped away. And when she opened her eyes again and her gaze collided with his, he looked down to see the doorknob in his hand.

He opened the door and the live music drilled inside his chest. A humming high note lured him out for more, but he stopped at the threshold. She was utterly lost in the sensual element of the song. Her elegant fingers slipped up and down her fret board with a precision that he’d never even hope to achieve. The notes were as fluid as a guitar, but the lower registers added a full-bodied element that hadn’t been there before.

Margo was actually walking toward him, breaching the doorway to his cell. Her eyes were huge and dark—he couldn’t tell where pupil met iris. All he could do was drown as his voice lowered in reaction. His cock curled in the confines of his jeans until it dug into his thigh.

Ignoring the involuntary response to the sexual undertones of the song, he paid attention to the way his voice molded around the lyrics. The words tasted as smoky and biting as black licorice—undeniably different and overwhelming on the tongue. She stopped a heartbeat away and mouthed the words with him. Her honeysuckle scent rolled in with the chest-thumping whine of strings under a bow instead of pick.

Her hand fell to her side, the bow and lightweight violin clutched in the elegant fingers of one hand. He brushed the backs of his knuckles down her cheek. Her pulse fluttered madly in her throat as she swallowed. Taking the instrument from her, he set it in the corner of the room and returned to her side.

He traced her jaw, following the line of her throat, dipping his thumb into the half circle dent of her collarbone. A tiny pearl hovered on a chain so fine it barely glittered in the dim light. He spun the bead, then leaned in and tucked his tongue underneath to taste her skin.

She shuddered, but didn’t step back. Instead she tipped her chin back and gave him greater access. He tugged at the pearl, feeling the sandy grit to the tiny treasure. Bumping his nose deeper into the collar of her blouse, he reveled in the spice and flower scent he found. Deeper and stronger at her pulse points.

God, he loved the rich flavor of her. He needed to know if her tongue tasted just as spicy. If her lips were cool or hot, wet or dry. He palmed the back of her head, knocking her clip to the floor so her hair twined around his fingers and wrist.

His other hand slid along her hip, lining her up and yet giving her more than enough time to back away. To walk away if this wasn’t what she wanted. Her wide brown eyes weren’t so cool now. They were curious. They remained open as he flicked his tongue along her full upper lip. She rolled that full lip into her mouth with the tiniest flash of tongue, then pressed her lips flat as if gauging his taste. He slid his thumb behind her ear, tipping her face up as he went in for more. Her tongue tentatively slid along his. Coffee and caramel warred with the coolness of her mouth.

When her breath mingled with his, he gave up all pretense of letting her go.

He sealed his mouth over hers and demanded her full participation. She moaned as their tongues twined and he stepped into her space. She dug under his shirt into the skin along his back. When her nails bit into the flesh of his ass, he scraped his way down her chin to her neck.

“This doesn’t stop with a kiss, Violin Girl.”

“Margo,” she said on an uneven breath. “If we do this, you better know my name.”

“Margo,” he agreed. No, he wouldn’t forget her name. Ever. Then his mouth was on hers again. They both fought for dominance, but he couldn’t settle back and let her take control. This wasn’t his usual roll for fun and distraction. He couldn’t sit back and let whatever happened happen.

Her taste infected him like a lyric that needed to be absorbed and understood. A lyric that would burrow into his brain for years. Like “The Becoming”, he needed to understand and devour her until everything was clear.

ROCKED

Book 1 in the NA rock star series, Lost in Oblivion
Coming in September

Onstage he’s Demon, the unsurpassable bassist.

Offstage he’s the Peacemaker, the mastermind who keeps his volatile band from imploding.

Opening for their idols on their first ever tour, Oblivion is living the dream. That dream becomes a nightmare when Oblivion draws more attention than the headliner and egos clash. Frustrated at being shoved out of his mediator role by their new manager, Deacon McCoy loses himself in brutal workouts only coming up for air long enough to refuel—and that means hunting down the catering truck at odd hours.

Especially the deliciously cute chef who excites his taste buds as much as his body.

The child of roadie parents, Harper Pruitt has heard every pickup line twice. To her, musicians are one step above the scraps on her cutting board. All she wants is to get enough experience to run her own catering company, but Deacon and his bottomless and surprisingly gourmet stomach is too tempting to resist. Before long, she finds herself wanting to experiment with him outside the kitchen.

When Harper sees that Deacon’s sense of responsibility is doing him serious damage, she realizes he’s far from the typical rock star. But as the band's fame grows, she wonders if she can love a man who doesn't know how to let anyone in—even her.

You met Deacon McCoy in SEDUCED, now you can watch just how far a big man can fall.

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LOST IN OBLIVION Website: http://www.lostinoblivion.com

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

BIO: 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.

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BIO: 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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Cari Quinn & Taryn Elliott’s FB Group - Word Wenches Reader Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/346424552124487/

GIVEAWAY DETAILS:

Cari & Taryn are giving away the following prizes on the SEDUCED tour:

GIVEAWAY PER BLOG:

EVERY blog on the tour can giveaway an eBook of SEDUCED to one of your blog followers.

PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT WITH YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS TO BE ENTERED FOR A

E COPY OF SEDUCED

TOUR GIVEAWAY:
One lucky winner that follows the tour will receive the following prizes:

Sterling Silver earrings (attached jpg)
$10 GC to iTunes
$15 GC to Starbucks
paperback of Seduced.
paperback of Cari Quinn's Unveil Me: http://www.amazon.com/Unveil-Me-Cari-Quinn/dp/1419969080

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