I've been Seduced and Rocked into Lost in Oblivion

SERIES SPOTLIGHT - LOST IN OBLIVION

Excerpt

The bleat of a fog horn—his ringer—screeched out of the phone. He flicked his thumb over the accept button and put the phone on speaker. “What the fuck, man?”

“I’ve been trying to reach you for an hour.”

Simon squinted at the display. “It’s ten in the goddamn morning on a Sunday. Someone better be dead.”

“Better.”

Simon rolled his forehead on his forearm. Even that hurt. “Whaddaya want, Trevor?”

“Did you go to the site? I sent you the link.”

“What site?” He bit back a squeal of pain. Do not scream like a girl, you fucking fuck. Even if this hurts more than one of Dad’s beatings. Jesus, Nick had Thor’s hammers for fists.

“Look at your phone, asshole.”

Simon tipped the phone up and flicked to the texts.

“Do you see it?”

“Jesus, Trev. Wait a second. I don’t even have my eyes open yet.” Well, the one eye that he could open anyway. He tapped the link in the text. Blue Rhino’s YouTube page came up. He got a shit signal in his area of the basement, but he read the title.

“No shit. That’s awesome. Who taped us?”

“I did.”

“Very cool.”

“It’s not just the video, Simon. Look at the hits, man.”

Simon flipped his phone sideways and scrolled over. That couldn’t be right. He rolled on to his side and swallowed the shout of pain. “Holy crap.”

“I know! Isn’t it friggin’ awesome?”

The screen blurred thanks to the red film that shimmered through his vision. He took a long, slow breath and focused. That number wasn’t in the single digits like he expected.

As he was sitting there, he refreshed and a couple hundred more hits ticked up.

“Are you messing with me?”

Trevor laughed. “When the blue lights came up last night and Deacon started this song—I had the right title?”

“Yeah. ‘The Becoming’.”

“I only had my iPhone, but shit, man. I searched for it this morning and it was up on the Macon Minute.”

Simon stumbled off his mattress and swore when every bruise made itself known. He couldn’t quite hide the gasp as the agony in his lower ribs on the right side caused the room to go black.

“You all right, dude?”

“Yeah,” Simon managed to get out. He braced himself on the doorjamb and slid along the wall of the small hallway. “Deak,” he croaked out.

Deacon flew out of his seat. “Jesus, Simon.”

“I’m fine.” Simon pointed at Deacon’s laptop sitting on the coffee table crates. Miraculously, the room seemed to have suffered few ill-effects from the night before. Unlike him. “Check out Macon’s page.”

“What? Why?”

“Just do it.” The order came out harsher than he intended. He had to bend at the waist and drag in a few breaths.

“Are you all right?”

The question came from the phone and Deacon at the same time. He waved off Deacon.

“Hey Trev, let me call you back. Thanks for calling me—I owe you big for this one, my friend.”

“Sure.”

Simon jammed his phone in his pocket and gingerly lowered himself onto the saggy couch. He tried to shift over so he wasn’t sitting on top of Deacon, but gave up and propped his forearm on Deak’s shoulder. “Hurry up.”

“I’m opening the page. Give me a sec.” Deacon tilted his head so Simon got an eyeful of the bruise that shadowed his cheek and jaw. Nick had one hell of a right hook.

Simon released a long, slow breath as his ribs panged in agreement.

Deak tipped his head away. “Christ.”

“Believe me, my morning breath will be worth it in a minute.”

“Doubt it.” At the insult, Simon dug his elbow into Deak’s neck, only to get a sharp shove in return. “Don’t make me toss you on the floor.”

“Wouldn’t take much.”

Simon craned his neck at the voice. Nick sat in the club chair just behind them, his acoustic resting across his belly. He took some satisfaction that Nick looked almost as bad as he felt. “You might want to take a look too, wiseass.”

Nick gave him a long look, then dug into his pants pocket for his phone. “Macon’s site?”

“Yeah.”

They all had Jerry Macon’s page saved in their favorites. He covered the Strip’s music scene. Getting on his blog was fucking-A major.

“Blue Rhino is barely a blip on my radar, but one of my interns was at a show last night. He sent me a text early this morning going on and on about this band he saw last night.” Deacon’s deep voice filled the room. “So, because I’m always on the lookout for new blood—and I was too hungover to do my usual research on the big clubs—I hit up Blue Rhino’s site.”

“Nice compliment, douchebag,” Nick muttered.

“Keep reading,” Simon said.

Deacon cleared his throat. “Color me surprised when my intern was actually right. BR had two clips up and both were pretty impressive, but ‘The Becoming’ really knocked it out of the park. Like home run out of Dodger Stadium on a clear day. Oblivion has officially hit my watch list.” Deacon stood. “Did you hear that? We’re on Macon’s watch list!”

Simon slid down until his shoulder rested on the seat and his ribs stopped screaming. “Look at the video.”

“Holy shit,” Nick whispered.

Simon closed his eyes. “Yep.”

The page loaded and Deacon’s bass blared out of the speakers.

Simon folded his arms tight over his ribs and finally he could take a breath. “Hook it up to the TV.”

“Yeah, good idea.” Deacon set his laptop on the buffet table they used for their electronics catch-all. He tapped a few buttons and the fifteen inch screen gave way to fifty-two inches. He rewound the video.

Even in the dark, the video captured Deacon’s hulking frame and Gray’s lean form as they shared the center stage. The music boomed out of their surround sound speakers.

Heavy bass, painfully epic guitars and then his own voice resonated. The metallic flavor thanks to the old school microphone, the smoky air, the crowd’s wolf whistles. Power and beauty. Stoic and sweeping, the song built until the walls buzzed with the sultry song.

They’d taped themselves before. Had friends video their shows to see how they performed, to try and improve.

But nothing like this. Nothing so huge.

Simon forced himself to sit up, to stand and survey. It was everything he’d hoped the song would be. It was them, through and through.

He grinned hugely at Deacon, then his gaze tripped over Nick. It was almost all of them, except Snake.

And his best friend.

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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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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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. 

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