About the Book
(Lost in Oblivion #2)
Publication date: December 2nd 2014
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
He’s always saved her. Now she’s going to return the favor…
Gray Duffy never thought he’d end up as the co-lead guitarist of Oblivion, one of the hottest rock bands in the country. Even better? He’s sharing the experience with his best friend, Jazz. Since the day she’d showed up as his family’s new foster kid, Gray has protected her. Loved her. And not just platonically either. After all these years of wanting her in his bed, he still doesn’t know what it would be like to have her mouth on his.
Except for that one time. The time he’d shared her with Nick. The best worst night of his life.
Now they’re living their dream. They’re making music together and spending every waking moment trapped in tight quarters. With success at their fingertips, the time is right for him to finally make his move toward the woman he needs.
He just never figured he would lose control. Or that she would find out.
They’ve loved each other through everything. But what if this time love just isn’t enough?
Gray pushed his hands into Jazz’s crazy braids. Her soft mouth tasted of rum. Of everything he’d ever wanted and told himself he shouldn’t take.
He tried not to rush, to let the moment spin out naturally. But when she moaned and parted her lips, inviting his tongue inside, he couldn’t resist. He wrapped her hair around his wrist, dragging her up off the stool until she was half standing against him, her full breasts pressed to his chest. Her nipples imprinted his flesh even through their clothes. She wanted this. Wanted him, even if it was because she was a little tipsy and more than a little pissed. Her nails clawed down his side as she sucked on his tongue with an urgency that matched his own.
Come with me. Be with me. The words clamored loudly in his head. He was so tired of fighting his feelings for her. If it was wrong, if he’d go to hell for this, at least he’d take them on a long, hot ride through heaven first.
He eased back a fraction and dragged in a breath, already diving back down when the singe in his nostrils registered. The moments before he’d walked into the bar flashed through his mind in stark Technicolor.
Face close to a mirror, eyes shut. Too many memories crowding his head until he inhaled, slow and deep, and they all faded away. The high rushing through his veins, filling the vast, empty spaces that had gone to rot inside him.
No. God, no. He couldn’t let that filth touch her.
You’re the filth.
He shut his eyes and dug his fist into his forehead. Already the rush was receding, the edges of his consciousness blurring as reality encroached. The warmth that had exploded inside him from her kiss wouldn’t last long.
She’d been about to kiss Nick when he showed up. Fucking Nick. That was the truth. More proof of what he’d never been able to accept.
Jazz would never be his. And now he’d made it so he didn’t even deserve her.
Her sleepy blue eyes opened and she blinked, clearly confused why he’d stopped. Her lips were swollen and wet. So wet. “Gray?”
His hand was still embedded in her hair, fisting it at the root. He pulled it away, unsurprised when a tangle of rainbow-streaked dark strands snarled in his fingers. He must’ve hurt her. Again.
God, not again.
His gaze shot to hers and he swallowed hard at the hazy desire reflected back at him. He’d never been good enough for her, and he sure as hell wasn’t now.
“That’s enough. Party’s over.” The sharp female voice cut through the crash of noise in his head. He hadn’t even realized that the people around them had quieted. It was still so loud in his brain. He pressed his fists against his ears and stumbled away.
Right into a coolly furious Lila.
About the Authors
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. She attempted her first romance in junior high, long before she’d ever read one. Writing what she knew always took a backseat to what she wanted to know, and that still holds true today.
Though she also fires up her computer as a graphic designer, proofreader and editor, she can’t resist the lure of disappearing into a world of her own creation. Now she gets to pen sexy romances for a living and routinely counts her lucky stars.
The only thing she loves more than writing is hearing from readers! Please contact her through one of the ways below.
Taryn Elliott comes from the great state of New York—upstate, thank you very much. She’s usually busy making up stories with her best friend until the wee hours of the morning, or fangirling over her favorite TV show. She falls in love with each and every one of her leading men as she writes their book, and there’s always a soundtrack to match.