It's already got two awesome 5 star reviews, from Kelly at Reading the Paranormal and Elizabeth at Cocktails and Books!
To celebrate the release of my HOTTEST Sleepy Hollow 1Night Stand story ever, Decadent Publishing has reduced the Amazon price of FROST to 99 cents, for a limited time only. So catch it now!
And here are the Blurb and Excerpt from HEAT WAVE to get you in the mood!
BLURB:
Sent into the
human realm to retrieve prodigal princess, Zena Night, Bhyrne Raines is shocked
and unprepared for his carnal reaction to the sexy succubus. In service to the
succubus queen, the rugged enforcer must stifle the instant passion exploding
within him. Fulfilling his royal duty doesn’t allow for quickie dalliances. His
biological clock is ticking, and he begins to enter breedspawn, an intense and unstoppable frenzy of mating all
fire-demon males must endure. But the more he wants to avoid Zena, the more
he’s drawn to her.
Reluctant to
give up her carefree life of partying among the mortals when the hot-as-sin
Bhyrne comes to fetch her for the queen, Zena uses her succubus wiles to entice
him, or at least delay the inevitable trip to the royal court. Once in the
demon stronghold, hidden deep within the Catskill mountains, she learns the
reason for the summons: she must choose a consort within two days.
Zena needs a
mate. Bhyrne needs to mate. With time
running out for both of them, they each turn to 1Night Stand. With
time running out, can Madame Eve come to the rescue?
EXCERPT:
Holy freeze
gun, Batman. The words died before she managed to expose them to air. Her
mouth snapped shut.
One of the Queen’s guards stood before her, huge and
tall, nearly twice the size of most of the other males in the joint, a hella
hunka supernatural male. Clearly not human, although Hugo Boss’d to his Adam’s
apple in an apparent bid to fit in among the humans trolling for hot sex,
illicit drugs, watered-down booze and loud music. Beneath the fabric of the
unstructured designer suit, the toned muscles of a demonic warrior rolled like
tidal waves. Even without the small lapel pin the uninformed might mistake for
the The Rolling Stones’ logo, she’d recognize him for a captain of the guard.
Maybe the Queen’s own Captain.
Hellfire
and cotton candy.
Trouble. T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
But,
by the goddess, whattahottie!
Despite her certainty that his presence in the club corridor boded ill for her,
the force of her sudden hunger shook her.
Like lightning.
Thunder.
A desperate bolt out
of the blue.
Instant connection to
him on the paranormal plane, as if he’d wrapped her aura in gold chains and
tugged her to him. But did that fast lane to heaven run one way or two?
A grim expression
straightened the lines of what otherwise might have been a generous, sensuous
mouth. A military buzz cut had weed-whacked hair the color of iron. And it
didn’t stop there. Without doubt, metal fortified every single cell in the
massive male’s body, pure titanium flowing in his veins. The stern planes and
angles of a hard-edged, swoon-worthy face set grimly as cement. Though he
lounged in the hallway like any Archie or Jughead waiting in line to discharge
his rented beer in a urinal, he exuded authority, his carriage and bearing such
that he made the others look like a pack of Twizzlers. Oh. Yeah. More than a
mere guardsman, she guessed. An enforcer.
Ruh-roh.
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