Rocked by Cari Quinn and Taryn Elliott
(Lost in Oblivion #1)Publication date: April 9th 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult
Book 1 in the NA rock star series, Lost in Oblivion
Love definitely wasn’t on the setlist.
Opening for their idols on their first tour, Oblivion is living the dream. Mostly. Frustrated at being shoved out of his mediator role by their new manager, Deacon McCoy loses himself in brutal workouts. He only comes up for air long enough to refuel—and to tease the deliciously cute chef who makes him crave a lot more than what she’s offering on her serving plate.
As 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 stomach are too tempting to resist. He’s far from the typical rock star and before long, she finds herself experimenting with him, inside and out of the kitchen.
Apron – and panties – optional.
When Harper sees that Deacon’s dream band with his best friends may be turning into a nightmare, she can’t walk away. Deacon’s so much more than just a peacemaker and the man behind the bass. But she has her own dreams to chase…even if she’s starting to think what she’s building with him might be the biggest one of all.
You met Deacon McCoy in SEDUCED, now you can watch just how far a big man can fall.
Music. Such a big word encompassed in so few letters. It covers a multitude
of genres, just like novels do. It’s also the cornerstone of my
writing. One of the first things Cari and I discovered about each
other was our deep and abiding love for music. Some authors write to
silence, some write to the sounds of nature, some can write with a
toddler playing beside them on a playmat. For us? It’s a
soundtrack.
The
story builds out of the playlist we create for each storyline.
Sometimes not every song stays on the playlist. It’s as fluid as
our plotlines sometimes. LOL
But
one thing remains true. It becomes a character in our story. The
sounds, he tone, the lyrics, and the emotional punch all drive
scenes. Sometimes we have to listen to the same damn song 762 times
and then can’t listen to it again, or in the case of Rocked…I’ve
listened to the same soundtrack for 8mos and got a little tired of
it. But I couldn’t not listen to it when I was writing the draft.
Even
the edits needed it as my backdrop.
However,
I’m not entirely sure I can listen to Radioactive from Imagine
Dragons anytime soon. That one was on rotation…a lot!!
But
then there was Keith Urban’s, Cop Car. That will always have a
special place in my heart and be forever immortalized in a scene in
the Texas chapters of Rocked.
Thanks
so much for having me on the blog.
How
do you feel about music? Is there a song that makes you smile and
crank it? Or snap off the radio so fast you get a wrist sprain? Let
me know in he comments!
How Characters Are Born
Which
of your characters are you most like? This question was posed on our
writer group board. It seemed like the perfect topic for a blog post.
YAY Wenches. That’s what we call ourselves. If you want to join a
ridiculously fun group of women you should definitely check out the
Word Wenches on Facebook. Oh the conversations that go on in there.
Cari
and I formed it as a reader group and it totally evolved from there.
We talk about all sorts of topics. But I warn you, it’s no for the
faint of heart. LOL Things get racy in there!
Anyway, I digress. Characters…now this is my own vision of characters. Cari has a whole different way of doing things. For me? There’s always a little bit of me in there. Whether it’s the person I want to be, what I wished to be, or hope to become…all of it bleeds into the characters I create.
Anyway, I digress. Characters…now this is my own vision of characters. Cari has a whole different way of doing things. For me? There’s always a little bit of me in there. Whether it’s the person I want to be, what I wished to be, or hope to become…all of it bleeds into the characters I create.
Especially
the bad traits. All those little things you know you shouldn’t do
make for perfect bits of conflict. In the Oblivion series the
characters I created there’s a host of crazy that came along with
it.
Deacon
McCoy—gets to be the protector. I’m a big sister, so I tapped
into the protective side of me. As well as the stubborn parts of me.
And the judgmental part of me.
Simon
Kagan—the flirty side of me that wishes I could act on my baser
instincts. I let that side out of me…big time. Whoosh, that boy is
a little bit of a playboy. Actually, no doubt about it. LOL But he’s
also genuinely sweet and has a severe soft side for animals. He’s
also far more sensitive than he lets on to the outside world.
Harper
Pruitt—she’s the independent spirit I strive to be. She’s the
proud and brave woman that is out there on her own and making it
work. She’s also the one that trips and falls on her face
The air was heavy
with the scent of lemongrass and magnolia blossoms. There was a
stillness to the moment. Deacon closed his eyes and let it all in. He
blocked out the conversations and the sheer size of the venue.
Instead he focused on their music resonating through the amphitheater
and Simon’s powerhouse vocals shredding the air.
He opened his eyes
just in time to see Simon jump into the pit and past the startled
security. He ran up the aisle with a whoop of delight. The gasp of
surprise from the crowd turned to a murmur of response that spread
through the pavilion. People on the lawn stood to see what the
commotion was about.
“You like cover
songs?” Simon shouted. “Okay, so you may not know our stuff, but
everyone knows David Coverdale. At least you should know Whitesnake.
And if you don’t? Shame on you.” Deacon shadowed his eyes against
the spotlights. Christ, was all the way at the back of the house? He
squinted—yep, he was climbing the railing. Son of a bitch.
”Guys…how about a little Tawny Kitaen anthem?”
“Oh, shit.”
Jazz hopped off her drum riser and zipped over to the keyboard. “Here
I Go Again” was their cover song for the night, but it was later in
the set. The drawn out keyboard solo filled the bowl of the venue.
The soundboard tech scrambled to catch up, punched the keyboard’s
sound up and equalized Simon’s microphone to match it.
Nick and Gray
flanked the stage, and the spot in the center where Simon belonged
felt too empty. Deacon moved forward and did backup vocals like
they’d rehearsed.
The guitars
showcased the strengths of Gray’s classical abilities and Nick’s
raw edge. Not to mention the song had a built-in guitar duel thanks
to David Coverdale’s penchant for two guitarists with egos the size
of their hair.
Deacon watched the
people warm to Simon. Evidently the jump-in-the-crowd deal worked in
the large venues just as thoroughly as Frenzy a few months ago. By
the end of the song, there was an uptick in people who were standing
and singing along. When the band moved into their current single, the
crowd showed a little more interest.
Thank you, radio
hit.
Simon crawled onto
the stage and owned the next three songs. By the time their thirty
minutes were up, they got the all good signal to play the full forty.
With “The Becoming”, they held the crowd by the balls.
As his bass
resonated through the end of the song, Deacon looked out into the
crowd. People were on their feet. They were actually cheering, for
fuck’s sake. He felt a small hand grip his and couldn’t stop a
smile when Jazz dragged him out to the front of the stage to make
their bows.
Himself, Jazz,
Simon, Nick and Gray. This was what they’d gone through hell to
find. His heart tried to beat its way out of his chest as he sucked
in a breath. Exhaustion and adrenaline battled it out through his
bloodstream.
They bowed as a
unit, waved, and ran to the side stage. Deacon looked over his
shoulder one last time at the crowd still cheering for them and
laughed.
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USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR CARI QUINN saves the world one Photoshop file at a time in her job as a graphic designer. At night, she writes sexy romance, drinks a lot of coffee and plays her music way too loud. When she’s not scribbling furiously, she’s watching men’s college basketball, reading excellent books and causing trouble. Sometimes simultaneously.
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