Lost in Oblivion Series



Book 3


Only one woman has ever refused him…

and she’s the only one he wants.

Now that he’s successful beyond his wildest dreams with his band Oblivion, Simon Kagan is happy to enjoy his all-access pass to the groupie train. After getting more fists in the ribs than hugs growing up, he discovers having a warm female in his bed is an easy way to escape the loneliness.

Until Margo.

From the moment the classy, buttoned up violinist entered his sphere, he knew she was different. After one amazing night in the studio, he feels like he’s finally connected with someone on a deeper level—only to have her walk away without a backward glance.

As a member of the Boston Symphony orchestra, Margo Reece’s life revolves around the regimented structure of a second chair violinist. But Simon’s uncanny ability to crawl into a song and create a smoky, sin-filled experience translated into the hottest night of her life. She walked away afterward because that’s what she was supposed to do.

And Margo always does what she’s supposed to.

Until Simon.

When she’s called on again to blend her sound with Oblivion’s, she has to make the decision to play it safe or let her wild side free.

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Simon slicked back his hair from the shower and slipped on the black button-down shirt that wouldn’t make it to show time. But with the five interviews he had to do before they got on stage, he had to have some clothes on.

He jammed his feet in his shitkickers and left the buckles open because he was too lazy to actually fasten them. Taking one last shot of Crystal Skull, he grabbed the key and his phone—though he was more than willing to leave it behind if Lila wouldn’t skin him alive for it.

The hallway was silent save for the jangle of his buckles and silver chains at his wrist. He locked his door and the solid clunk of a door opening and closing drew his attention. A woman at the far end of the hall was also locking up.

A curtain of dark chocolate hair fell across her shoulders and back. His eyebrow went up as the woman made a quarter turn. The most spectacular pair of breasts were doing their damnedest to stay inside the corset that peeked over a simple black tank.

His cock twitched in his pants. Pissed because it was another brunette that was making Simon senior take notice, he brought his eyes up and stalled at the fragile chain at her throat.


His tongue burned at the memory of the sandy pearl against his teeth and rolling along the tip of his tongue before her honeysuckle scent had taken over. He looked away.


The key dug into his fingers. He was seeing things.

But dammit, he hadn’t had enough vodka to make that mistake again.

He looked again and his cock surged. That familiar hip roll was exaggerated thanks to the mile-high heels she wore and skintight opaque black stockings that hugged every goddamn curve.

The curves that he still could taste. Those curves that could wake him from a dead sleep when he least expected it. A little sash at her hip swung with each step and she jangled like a goddamn gypsy.

The familiar case that was never far from her side bounced against her thigh.

Violin Girl.


Only this wasn’t exactly the woman he remembered. This woman owned her sexuality and walked like she was going to end up in a bedroom with a door that locked for days.

She paused in the middle of the hall and in that moment, he saw the woman from the studio. Uncertain and curious. Her chin tipping up as she walked toward him. The roll in her gait had been tempered, but the rest—oh fucking hell, the rest—was there and lured like a siren on the rocks and he was a willing victim.


Not her victim again.

Hell no.

He tucked his key into his pocket, then made sure to adjust himself for her before crossing his arms. “Well, if it isn’t Violin Girl.”

“Mr. Kagan.” Her chest shuddered for the briefest moment before she squared her shoulders.

“And just what are you doing in New York City? The symphony need a stand-in?”

She glanced down at her outfit. “Does this look like I’m going to be playing Vivaldi?”

His eyes skimmed over her again. “You look like you’re going to a party, but I know that case in your hand.”

“Yes, there is a party involved.”

The skin between his shoulder blades was on fire. “You don’t belong at my party, Violin Girl. It’s for grownups and those that don’t wear their chastity belts like an accessory.”

“Do you see a chastity belt on me?”

No, what he did see was a tool that would cock-block him then strangle him. Even worse, he saw the writing on the wall. Margo Reece was exactly the kind of publicity stunt that Lila would pull.

The real question was, why hadn’t he been told about it?

“I don’t remember seeing you on my itinerary, Violin Girl.”

“From what I remember, you aren’t big on reading.”

Simon stepped closer and tipped his head. “Is that how this is going to go? Back to our petty little insults.” He lowered his gaze to her very full, very lush lips. Just a hint underplayed. So much like the woman he remembered.


Always hiding.

Except tonight, she was just a little bit wild. Unbound hair and a hint of mischief in her smoky eyes. He lifted a lock of her hair that had fallen into her cleavage and wound it around his finger.

The silky straight hair didn’t bend. It slipped away to fall back in with the rest around her shoulders. “We didn’t necessarily need words, if I remember right.”

He shows her that sometimes rigidly contained passions create the most dangerous sparks…

What people are saying about DESTROYED…


From beginning to end Destroyed had me on the edge of my seat; I felt every note they played, sang every lyric right along with them and I wept at the possibility of what might come next and despite being unsettled by this turn of events I will be the first one jumping up and down and cheering when Consumed is released because I am that much of a fan of this series and these authors.

Guilty Pleasures Book Review

Destroyed is about the garage band finally making it big, reaping the rewards for all their years of hard work, long nights, and playing in third rate clubs. It’s about a motley group of friends who’ve become family. It’s inspiring. It’s fun. It’s thrilling. And it’s so freaking sexy it’ll rock worlds.

Kim - Amazon Reader

If you have been following this series all I can say is….hold on, because Simon and Margo are just so amazing.

Suzanne Z - Amazon Reader