Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Book Tour for Seduced by Cari Quinn and Taryn Elliott

As a big fan of books featuring rock stars I'm thrilled to introduce you to Seduced by Cari Quinn and Taryn Elliott, a hot book set in the music world.  Learn more about this book through the author's themselves and by visiting the other blogs hosting this tour.  Then make sure to pick it up along with the other books in this rockin' series!

Thanks for having us on your blog, Jody. We really appreciate it!
Cari Quinn and I are working on a rock star series starring the boys from Oblivion. And because music plays such a large part of the writing, it also is the main ingredient in the inspiration. I’m the visual one of the partnership. I’ll pour over pictures and research for settings. And you’ll find that in my writing. (Although I’ll tell you it was tough to do in this book because it’s solely in the male pov and those guys just don’t allow for the lyrical and flowing writing I use for imagery. Grrr.)
Cari’s strength is the angst and soul bleeding twists she puts into a story. And believe me for the purposes of this series…Cari is just awesome. She knows how to create a complete labyrinth of problems to resolve through the 5 books that make up Lost in Oblivion.
But one thing we always agree on is the need for a playlist when we’re working. And we can’t quite get the book going without one. We have very eclectic taste, and not all the songs on our playlist are genre specific to what Oblivion plays, but they do inspire us based on whatever chapter and scene we’re working on.
One of my personal faves is Slipknot’s “Snuff”. It’s not the typical growly heavy rock song that they generally play. This is a bit more low-key and the lyrics are pretty heavy. But the feel is perfect for the story. Because when these guys love, they love so hard and so completely that it eclipses all reason sometimes.

Seduced is a love story about a band. There are romantic entanglements that make themselves known, but in all reality…Seduced concentrates on the band’s infrastructure and just how 5 very different people come together and create something new.
The next book in the series, ROCKED—coming out this fall, will narrow the focus onto Deacon, the bass player of the band. And that’s when we get into the sexy romance. *rubs hands*  In the craziness that is Oblivion’s first US tour, Deacon will have to navigate the minefield that is social media while falling inlove with a woman that is predisposed to hate rock stars. Oh, and in the middle of all of that he and the band have to make a major decision about their first full-length album and the pitfalls of fame.
Next will be TWISTED, coming out in February, 2014.
You can find these books on Goodreads as well as more information on our Lost in Oblivion site:
Thanks so much for having us on Words of Wisdom from the Scarf Princess!

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 and 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…


Simon wandered to the back wall and picked at the corner of a local punk rock band’s poster. “I don’t know. We certainly had the crowd screaming. I think we even brought in some customers tonight, Phil.”
Phil clamped his teeth around his cigar and puffed.
Damn, did he think he was some entertainment mogul? The shitbag ran one of the bottom tier clubs on the Strip. He had a receding hairline and a damn ponytail. The Rhino may have been a decent club in the eighties, but now it was scraping to get by just like all the artists who played there.
Phil put the cigar back in the ashtray, steepled his fingertips together and finally spoke. “Maybe. But I’ve seen a good night from just about every band that’s come in here. You guys have been working the opening act circuit for two years. There’s a reason for that. Even when you get the stage to yourselves, you never own it. Tonight was the first time you showed real promise.”
“Then why have you been asking us back?” Deacon asked before Simon could snarl a comment.
“Because you’re almost there. You’re good enough for an opening act and occasionally, when the timing’s right, a headliner.”
Good enough.
Anger thrashed around in Simon’s chest, just dying to come out in a rush of vile words and swinging fists. The corner of the poster he’d been toying with tore and he curled his fingers into his palm before turning very slowly and very deliberately until the wall hugged his back. He folded his arms, tucking his fists under his biceps.
Good enough.
What Phil meant was they were one level above sucking dick.
And he knew it.
The strangling, gnashing anger was dying to get out.
Deacon laid a hand on his shoulder then stood beside him along the wall. Christ, Simon didn’t even see him move while the haze of fury drowned out all sense.
No. He wasn’t going to scream and mess this up. Phil Turner may deserve a fist or two into his stupid bony face, but it wasn’t going to be tonight. Because all he’d done was speak the truth.
Simon had known it for a while. No amount of vodka and willing females were going to change that singular fact. He and Nick had been so far away from each other lyrically they might as well have been in separate bands. They had a second chance here.
“We want a headlining night next Saturday with a marketing blast. None of this last minute crap where we’re just filling a slot because someone else dropped out. This is all about us.” Simon was satisfied that Phil was listening when he lifted and then dropped his cigar back into the ashtray. “We want a poster and an announcement in the trades.”
“What he means is—” Deacon tried to break in.
“No, we deserve a shot. And if we rock that stage again, we get a twenty percent cut from the liquor sales.”
“Fuck you.”
Deacon held up a hand. Simon jerked the belt loop at his side and Deacon looked down at him. They needed to play this out. Even Deak had to know that. It was time to take their career by the balls even if the short and curlies got tweaked a little. Groveling hadn’t worked. Waiting hadn’t worked.
This was their chance.
Deacon looked at Phil. “If we boost sales significantly, we get seven percent. If we sell out this place, you give us fifteen percent of the bar take.”
Phil smirked.
Simon laughed. Deacon was ever the dreamer, but he liked it. Seven percent was standard for most of the small acts on this part of the Strip. Win-win.

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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 firsttale 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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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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