21 Sizzling 1Night Stands!

Look what's just released from Decadent Publishing!

21 scorching 1Night Stand stories from some of my favorite 1Night Stand authors!

And all for 99 cents! 

I'm thrilled and excited that my latest Sleepy Hollow series release, IN FROM THE COLD, is included in the super awesome mega-bundle.

        I've snapped up  a copy!How about you?

Haven't had a 1Night Stand yet? Now's your chance.

Fall in love with smokin' hot and sinfully romantic stories from Jennifer Probst, Diane Alberts, J.M.Madden, Kate Richards, Valerie Mann, Stephanie Beck, Liz Crowe, Becca Dale, Sara Daniel, Dominique Eastwick, L.J. Garland, D.L. Jackson, Mahalia Levey, Heather Long, Virginia Nelson, Rebecca Royce, Olivia Starke, Jessica Subject, Kali Willows. And me!
AVAILABLE NOW

To Feel Again - Valerie Mann

Broken – Diane Alberts

Panties Optional – Stephanie Beck

Caught Offside – Liz Crowe

Erotic Healing – Becca Dale

One Night With the Bride – Sara Daniel

Strawberry Kisses – Dominique Eastwick

Dead or Alive – Laura Garland

Night Mission – Desiree Holt

My Boogie Woogie Bugle Guy – D.L. Jackson

In From the Cold – Taryn Kincaid

Trading Up – Mahalia Levey

Her Marine – Heather Long

Wet Dream – J.M. Madden

Dom of the Dead – Virginia Nelson

Catch Me – Jennifer Probst

The Virgin and the Playboy – Kate Richards

Paging Dr. Wolf – Rebecca Royce

Familiar Desires – Olivia Starke

Satin Sheets in Space – Jessica E. Subject

Dragon Temptation – Kali Willows

HEAT WAVE in Affaire de Coeur!

Last month Affaire de Coeur magazine featured a contest for scaries book cover.  Most of my covers are smokin' hot couples....soooooooooo not scary! But SLEEPY HOLLOW DREAMS features a raven perched on a cemetery headstone. Not an enormous field of entries but 127 votes later... and it won!

I thank all of you who helped out with your votes!

The prize was a featured chapter preview in the November Affaire de Coeur.

I picked HEAT WAVE, Book 4 of my SLEEPY HOLLOW 1Night Stand series. The chapter needed to be G-rated. And that was not easy!

 

Here's the full chapter excerpt: 





Zena had not been to Duyvil Tand in ages and had forgotten how intimidating Devil Tooth could be.

Upon their arrival outside the Grand Hall of the Queen's court, twin heralds blew an unsettling fanfare on goats' horns. Bhyrne escorted her through the enormous double doors hacked from granite and inlaid with carved ore and semi-precious stones in a mosaic of cryptic demon symbology.

Banners embroidered with the devices of the noble families hung from the ceiling. Tapestries depicting scenes from the Antynonium, the underworld book of history and theology, graced the walls. Torches burned in sconces set like sentinels at uniform intervals. Acrid hints of sulfur and brimstone masked by vague perfumes of incense wisped up her nostrils.

The dark, majestic effect intimidated and inspired awe. But most sinister and hideous of all were the scores of demons lining the cavernous room, undisguised by the veneers-sometimes called glamours-of the human forms they so often adopted. Their expectant gazes riveted upon her with something akin to bloodthirsty glee. And arousal. In more cases than she had the fortitude to count, several demonic hands grasped groins, jiggling erections that tented robes and other creepy underworld attire.

Upon a raised dais that increased her dominion and authority over the gathering, Queen Velda perched on a throne constructed of skulls, iron spikes and, a bit incongruously, jewels.

That can't be comfortable.

"Approach." Velda beckoned her closer with an imperious gesture, but held up her hand when Bhyrne also stepped forward, Zena's arm tucked securely within the crook of his. "Not you, savaghy. Your service with regard to your current assignment is, for the moment, concluded."

"I would stay, My Queen." He inclined his head briefly.

Her sharp gaze narrowed as she examined him from head to toe. "Your state does not escape me, savaghy."

A muffled titter from the cluster of demons ringing the room confused Zena. She tamped down her gag reflexes and shut her eyes to the pool of drool disgorged onto the marble floor by an expectoritus demon, apparently overcome with lust. Gah. She sidled away from the growing slick of slobber and stepped closer to the sweating fire-sex demon beside her.

Her action drew a pointed frown from the queen, who fixed her attention on the enforcer once more. "Attend to yourself," she rebuked him. The pitch of her voice lowered an octave. "Or I will." The husky quality of her tone left no question as to the form the queen's ministrations might take.

"I will remain until this audience is over." The guardsman's voice, deep and iron-willed, rose above another ripple of titillated amusement from those in attendance, defying the direct order. "Your Majesty."

"You will be disciplined for your disobedience, savaghy."

"So be it."

"Go, Bhyrne," Zena urged in a soft whisper. "Whatever this is, I can handle it. I don't want you punished because of me."

"Too late for that, princess. You'll torment me for eternity."

She barely heard his murmur as the queen once more raised her hand and compelled her forward. Zena's hand slipped away from the enforcer's forearm, as if it had a will of its own. She took three steps forward. The same compulsion forced her to her knees before the throne, her face bare inches from the spread thighs of the queen's consort, a forest demon whose wood bulged beneath loose trousers.

Awk-ward.

Despite the charmed hold, she managed to crab-creep backward, putting more space between her and the royal consort before she raised her head to look at the queen.

The other succubus, once insanely beautiful and possessed of the ability to drive mortals to madness, remained a handsome female still. She'd aged well, but wore her history like an ermine robe. Her dark eyes drilled knowingly into Zena. Power encased her.

"Your ingenuity, creativity, energy, and drive have pleased us in the past, moshula. You have been a credit to the family, beloved get of my late sister."

Great. Maybe she'd survive her present circumstances and the queen's summons didn't portend something so bad after all. Although the reminder of her mother, the former queen who had more than dabbled in evil, and whose fate had not been pretty, served as a cautionary tale. Had Zena not been sent to the Nights for fostering, and had the Nights not adopted her and raised her as their own, along with Lily and Dagney, she might have been wasting away in demonville for decades, searching for her lost shaker of salt. And hell knew what might have become of her then.

"Thank you, Majesty," Zena whispered, momentarily chastened, presenting the picture of a respectful subject.

"But you've done nothing to fortify or ensure the future of the royal line. You are aging. You have no consort. No one will lie with a succubus grown so long in the tooth. You will be unable to provide me with the mortal souls and energy I require to survive."

Long in the tooth! Why, I'm barely-Zena shut her eyes, suddenly certain what would come next.

"You thirtieth birthday fast approaches."

She nodded dumbly, uncharacteristically robbed of words. A faint rustling came from somewhere behind her, as if the fire-sex demon shifted his weight from foot to foot.

"Have you taken a mate?" The queen's words fell like thunder.

"You know I have not, Your Majesty," she said, her mouth drained of moisture, so dry her ability to achieve speech remained a mystery.

"Then you must choose."

"Choose?"

"From one of the males now assembled in the throne room."

An eruption of shouts and applause thundered from the peanut gallery, battling for ascendancy with the hissed inhalation of breath from the enforcer behind her. Somehow, he had stepped forward without notice during the explosion of excitement greeting the queen's pronouncement.

Zena dragged her gaze around the grand hall, resting her eyes on the assembled demons, one being more repulsive than the next. So that explained their excitement, the barely contained evidence of their arousal.

"They have come far and wide, from every corner of the demon realms, to vie for your hand, you lucky girl."

The array of eligibles horrified her. Without their veneers, they were a cornucopia of scales and wings, webbed feet and horns, plates and scabs, oozing sores and festering blisters, of slaver and other filth, of slime and slither, and fangs longer than the Washington Monument. She'd retch if she had to touch one of them. Bed one? Mate one? Never. She'd never survive.

The air sapped out of her lungs, depriving her brain of oxygen, making her light-headed and dizzy. Please don't let me faint. Please don't let me faint.

"I've got your back, princess." Bhyrne rose like a monolith behind her. A hot, living wall of security separating her from the gruesome collection of would-be suitors. "Always."

His words-and the recollection of his own recent defiance of the queen-lent her sudden strength. Could she take him at his word? Could she outwit Velda somehow?

Bhyrne is one of the males in the room.

Could she mate him? Make him her own? Would he be willing? Could she convince Velda to let her try?

"I still have a little time then, don't I? My birthday is not for two days."

"Yes, yes." The prime leader of the succubi waved her hand with impatience. "That is my point."

"So you will allow me two days to choose my consort?"

Velda sighed, as if she'd been deprived of her evening's entertainment. "Forty-eight hours. But you'd better make it snappy. You're not getting any younger, Zena."

***

Zena paced the length and width of her luxurious suite in the royal apartments of Duyvil Tand, her teeth worrying her lower lip in panic.

Where had they taken Bhyrne?

Immediately following Queen Velda's decree, two of her regal guardsmen had seized him, dragging him from the throne room. To his credit, he'd struggled and shouted, but even a male of his generous size could not overcome the strength of the soldiers, each even brawnier and beefier than he. Plus, they were fully armed. Even if the fire-sex demon had hidden an entire arsenal beneath his damp and wrinkled Hugo Boss suit, they'd bent and twisted his arms behind his back, restraining him so he'd never be able to reach any weapons. She did not want to think about the punishment they might be inflicting on him.

Goddess. The way he'd stepped up to the plate for her and defied the queen, knowing, as an enforcer, the full consequences of his disobedience...such an absolutely worthy male. So incredibly, effin awesome.

Her own predicament faded as she contemplated his. She'd never met anyone like him in her life. Solid. Strong. Dependable. Protective. Sexy. And gorgeous. Hotter than a blazing inferno.

She had to find him. Save him, if possible. Have him whiff them both the hell out of Demon Central. She would not rest until the massive doors of Duyvel Tand thumped them both in the ass.

After pacing back and forth a few more minutes, trying to concoct a game plan, she decided to contact her sisters. Cell phone service in her room, deep within the mountain, faded in and out at best, but she dared not stroll around the palace seeking more bars and a better connection-and encouraging sex-crazed demons to pop out of the woodwork and jump her bones. After a few fits and starts, dropped words here and there, she managed to get Lily on the line and communicate her circumstances.

"Let me patch in Dag and call you right back," her youngest sister said.

The return call came a few minutes later, with both succubi on the line.

"Here's what we're going to do," Lily said. "Remember how you and Dag staged that ‘intervention' in my office and signed me up with the 1Night Stand agency? Thanks to you guys and Madame Evangeline, I found Campbell again. Well, Dag's contacted Madame Eve. We've registered you with 1Night Stand. Because this is an emergency and time is of the essence, and because Madame Eve was so successful with Dag and Max, and me and Campbell, and because we've vouched for you, Madame Eve has agreed to forego some of the details in the questionnaire. We've already filled in the parts we could for you. You're all set up. It's a definite go. The date will happen ASAP. We know you'll find a mate."

Okay. Not exactly what she had in mind, but...Dagney and Max, and Lily and Campbell, were outstanding together, the best evidence that the exclusive dating service worked, no matter how grave or complicated the problem. In all matters of love and sex, Madame Eve came to the rescue. Results guaranteed. Zena heaved a sigh of semi-relief.

"Thanks, you guys. Best. Sisters. Ever." Pausing, she took another breath. She might be set...but the enforcer remained in danger. "Is Max there?"

His deep voice rumbled in her ear. "Right here, Z."

"And?"

"Ran down some connections and found Bhyrne for you. As luck, fate and happy coincidence would have it, he's in the same wing, on the same floor."

This time her sigh held every grain of hope she'd ever dared dream.

"Though they did have him in the dungeon awhile, according to my sources." Max's voice wavered slightly. "He's been worked over pretty good, Z. So take it easy with him. Here's the passcode for the door." He murmured a series of numbers, which she scribbled onto a gum wrapper she found in her purse.

"And Zena?" Max cleared his throat. "I don't know if you've noticed how hot he is...."

"Oh, hells, yeah. I've definitely noticed that."

"Not what I mean. I'm talking about his actual body heat...not his, um, looks. Because of what he's going through, I set him up with 1Night Stand when you guys visited us. I'll let Bhyrne tell you why. Madame Eve just texted us. You've got a date."

"With Bhyrne?" Her heart suddenly ran through an Olympics gymnastic floor routine.

"Listen to me, Z. He's in a fragile state."

"Bhyrne is?" Yeah, so a parrot had apparently taken up residence in her mouth. But the idea of Iron Man having the vapors, no matter what his physiological or mental condition, seemed too ludicrous to require a laugh track.

"Yeah. Bhyrne. My cousin. It's important you don't mess with him now. So if you don't think he's the one, you'd better decide that pretty fuckin' quick. And get the hell away from him if it's a no-go."

 HEAT WAVE ©Taryn  Kincaid 2013 

HEAT WAVE is available as a single title ebook or as part of the SLEEPY HOLLOW anthology, available in paperback and digital editions

        

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THUNDER's Book Birthday

THUNDER, the second book in my Sleepy Hollow series of erotic paranormal 1Night Stand stories for Decadent Publishing, was released last year this week!

Have you read it yet? The heroine, Veronica Hardwicke, is a witch. (Although, she's not very good at being a witch.) Fun reading for Halloween.

Here's the blurb and a couple of excerpts.  (The "official" excerpt and a sexy excerpt.)

Blurb:

 

Lonely young witch, Veronica Hardwicke, has struggled to get on with her life after the death of the elderly husband who’d left her a fortune and a sprawling estate in mystical Sleepy Hollow. When frightening things go bump in the night on a stormy Fourth of July, who better to call than the sexy developer and contractor, Sean Jones, who's been renovating her mansion for months? 
 

Sean may grace the tabloid pages with a different supermodel on his arm every night, but it's Veronica who drives him nuts. Ignoring his instinct to stay away, he answers her summons.  

Will the thundering passion of their 1Night Stand tear down the barriers between them? 
 

Official Excerpt:

Veronica paced back and forth in the grand entry foyer of the Belmont mansion, the kitten heels of her Prada mules clacking on the marble floors.

The rest of the place might not be finished, but she’d insisted on having a few rooms completed, so at least she felt like she was living in a home, rather than a massive, never-ending construction project. Well, her contractor had insisted, even though working around the main entrance and central hallway created more work for him and his crew. But she was forced to admit he was right.

Her cell phone chimed on top of the antique credenza shoved flush against one wall. She leaped for it. Probably Geneviève, to regale her with all the fun she was having in Paris. Or Sean, to advise her he couldn’t make it after all. She sighed and read the text message on the small screen.

Congratulations, Veronica. 1Night Stand has found your date. Have a good time.

With both anxiety and mounting excitement, she stared at the screen and waited. No other info. Outside in the night, thunder boomed. She jumped then laughed at herself.

Ghosts are one thing, but freaking out at the weather now? Cripes, you really do need this date!

She let her imagination run wild, then texted back for more details:

When? Where? Who?

An insistent pounding at the front door jarred her out of her fantasy. She swung the door open on another explosive crack of thunder.

Sean stood on her doorstep, his soaked T-shirt molding sculpted pecs and abs, his drenched hair flattened over his brow. Rain poured down as he fiddled with his iPhone, a bemused expression on his face. Behind him, jagged arrows of lightning tore the dark sky. He glared at the screen, glanced at her in confusion, then back at the screen.

Veronica’s own phone pinged again. Thunder roared. She read the message in disbelief.

You’re looking at him.

Hot Excerpt:

 

     He was so doomed.

     His dick wouldn’t survive the night.

His head wouldn’t. His heart wouldn’t.

He was fucking starved for her.

Veronica’s soft, smooth lips parted beneath his, and he deepened the kiss like a man crazed and possessed. He’d imagined being with this woman, a distant dream secretly nurtured in the most hidden part of him. The fantasy paled beside the reality of having her in his arms, lodged against his body like seams on a baseball. He dipped his tongue into the velvet recesses of her mouth, withdrew, delved inside again to play with hers.

She clutched him to her, and they both gasped with the stunning impact of the kiss. And the next. And the next. Their breath mingled, and her subtle jasmine scent swirled around his brain, creating a hazy chaos that forced out all other conscious thought. Except that he had to have her.

“You’re fucking me with kisses.”

Her green eyes were dark with desire. The F-word falling from the sweet, kiss-swollen lips of the cool, serene Veronica Hardwicke was more than he could handle. His fantasy image of her shattered. The real woman in his arms—she was everything. He rested his hands on her shoulders, bending to graze his forehead against hers. He left light, soothing kisses on her eyelids, on her cheeks, gentle after the raw, carnal plunder of her mouth.

“Yes.” He wouldn’t apologize. “Fucking you.” The image of their bodies twined together and writhing on a bed brought him too close to orgasm. Christ. He was on the verge of coming like a kid jerking off in his fist. He screwed his eyes shut, putting the powerful picture show playing in his head on pause, and then dragged in a deep breath, struggling to regain his control. It took him another moment to manage words. “Do you mind?”

“No.” She tilted her chin up. “Do it again.”

 

 

Tell me why you'd want to read it and I'll send a random commenter a copy!

Sunset on Summer Blog Hop!

 

Fall’s Coming…Let SLEEPY HOLLOW Get You in the Mood!

Here in the Hudson Valley, temperatures plummeted from Heat Wave to brisk in split seconds flat.

Now summer is on life support (well, it’s gone, really…even if not quite officially yet) and…I feel like I missed it a little. How about you? Alll geared up for fall?

 The end of daylight savings time. Darkness in mid-afternoon. Football. The holidays.

And all the new fall shows.  Any of them interesting you? Intriguing you? I was totally beside myself looking forward to the series premiere of Sleepy Hollow on Fox. When it debuted last night…whoa, Nellie. Demons, galore. My kind of Sleepy Hollow. And campy and kitschy and a tad snarky and over-the-top. Just the way I like it.  

You think I’m kidding? Then you might want to take a peek at my SLEEPY HOLLOW, recently released by Decadent Publishing as a paperback and a digital ebook.

I can pretty much assure you my SLEEPYHOLLOW is  nothing like Fox’s Sleepy Hollow…well, not quite…but still… We’ve got yer demons, your autumn, your Halloween, your fall…right here!

 The new release has all my 1Night Stand stories in it: LIGHTNING, THUNDER, FROST and HEAT WAVE and also BLIZZARD, my short, hot erotic romance for Decadent’s The Edge line. If you’ve missed one or more, the ebook edition is only $5!  That’s right, 5 books for $5.  You pretty much can’t beat that. And the print edition is absolutely gorgeous.

Here’s the blurb from the back cover: 

“Sexy sizzler to make your heart zing!” ~NY Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Jennifer Probst

Welcome to steamy Sleepy Hollow, where lightning strikes, the temperatures are HOT, and the erotic sparks fly!

 You wouldn't think three sultry succubi sisters, two sexy fire-demons, a reluctant witch and a couple of mega hunky mortals would need hook-ups courtesy of Madame Eve's ultra-exclusive 1Night Stand agency…but hey, the dating scene can be rough, even if you've got extraordinary paranormal powers and live in a mystical village populated by supernaturals… where things tend to go bump in the night.  

Taryn Kincaid's erotic 1Night Stand stories, LIGHTNING,THUNDER, FROST and HEAT WAVE are a little snarky, a lot smokin' and will melt your heart! And then BLIZZARD will set you aflame!

 

 Yes, autumn’s coming, bringing with it October and Halloween. And what could be better than Halloween in SLEEPY HOLLOW?  Maybe a hot, steamy sizzling 1Night Stand. Or four or five. 

 Paperback available at Amazon  US | UK | DE | Decadent Publishing | Barnes and Noble 

 E-book available at Amazon US | UK | Canada |  DE | Decadent Publishing | ARe | Barnes and Noble | CTR

Want to win a Kindle or Nook to read SLEEPY HOLLOW on?  Enter the Sunset on Summer Fun Blog Hop, sponsored by Decadent Publishing and BTS eMag. Leave your comments here and on the other hop participants' blogs.

Giveaway Details

1 winner will receive her choice of a Kindle Fire 7″ HD or NOOK HD (US Only), or Paypal Cash (International).

And the winner of my giveaway here will receive the ebook of her choice and/or some tasty swag.

You must comment and tell me why you love reading sexy paranormals this time of year!
 

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Sunday Sizzle 5-12-13

Whooo-hooo!

Finished HEAT WAVE, my WIP, yesterday.  It's the story of Zena Night and Bhyrne Raines and, hopefully, it'll be the next book in my Sleepy Hollow series of 1Night Stand stories for Decadent Publishing.

Here's a snip:

           “So what’s your name, enforcer?”

            Her question startled him out of his murky thought-maze. His gaze found hers. Amusement and­—was it fear?—mingled in eyes the color of dark, glowing amber, trapping him within like a prehistoric fly. Or maybe they were the color of single malt whiskey. Because they were every bit as intoxicating. And hell knew he needed a drink. Several. A barrelful of Scotch would not be out of the question. What had she asked him? Oh. His name.

Sunday Sizzle 5-5-13

Happy Cinco de Mayo, campers!

Tequila shots all around.

Here's un poco de muy caliente (yeah, I'm pretty sure that's wrong) from my WIP, HEAT WAVE:

Bhyrne faced the wall and stared at the striking portrait of Dagney to distract himself from his mesmerized contemplation of Zena. The two succubi sisters looked nothing alike, but his examination of Max’s fine work did not help dispel his sudden obsession.
 

He blinked and sucked air back into his lungs, struggling to maintain control of the throbbing elevator below his belt before it left the lobby and zoomed straight up to the penthouse.
 

This. Was. So. Not. Good.
 

He made a show of inspecting the various decanters and bottles on the silver tray. Then selected the Lalique Macallan again and poured himself another. A stiff one.

           Bad choice of words there, Raines, all things considered.

FROST!

FROST is out now!

It's another sexy paranormal for Decadent Publishing's 1Night Stand series, the third in the Sleepy Hollow series (and my fourth Sleepy Hollow book)!

An erotic Valentine's Day story, FROST's heroine is Dagney Night, the succubus sister of Lily Night, the heroine from LIGHTNING, the first book in the series.  Don't worry if you haven't read one or another; they all stand alone!

The smoldering hot hero is Maxwell Raines, a talented artist and tall, dark and DEMON!

 

BLURB:

Dagney Night, a sought-after succubus, is no stranger to blazing hot sex. But as Valentine’s Day approaches, she longs for something more. When oddly erotic paintings arrive for display at her art gallery, arousing everyone who views them, she wonders about the mysterious artist who created the works.

Maxwell Raines, a fire-sex demon, lives a life of solitude and seclusion behind the walls of his compound at Sleepy Hollow, channeling his lustful impulses into his art—until his muse deserts him and his temperature rises past the danger point. He needs sex. Now.

When Madame Evangeline arranges a torrid Valentine’s 1Night Stand for them, will the flames of their encounter be too hot to handle?

EXCERPT:

Dagney followed her sister’s glance, and her heart flipped like a gymnast unable to nail a vault. Darkness swathed the gallery with the exception of the lights above or below each of the paintings. The large man emerging from the shadows held her rapt. Waves of pure, unadulterated lust smacked her with such force she didn’t even see Lily and Campbell leave. The blast of raw desire crumpled her to the floor. Her gaze remained riveted on the tall hunk of ferocious male stalking toward her, radiating undiluted carnality. He set something carefully on the floor and grasped her by the elbows, his touch surprisingly gentle when he lifted her to her feet.

“I’m Maxwell Raines.”

Yeah. No kidding. Who else could a guy so hot, so studly, possibly be?

She told herself not to swoon. Ordered herself not to swoon. But, Goddess, that rumbling voice. More potent than a train barreling over the tracks. And he smelled so good. Sinfully masculine. A bit of musk, a bite of pine, an essence of dark, smoky nights. Sexy scents. Reminiscent of tangled satin sheets that had been given a good work-out.

Her legs turned to rubber, and she doubted they’d support her on their own. She’d be mortified if he’d have to scrape her puddled body up again. But he hadn’t yet relaxed his grip. Could she bullshit her way through the meeting without collapsing? “You’re late,” she said.

“I’m never late.”

“Well, the party’s over, Mr. Raines.” She waved a hand around the empty room.

“Depends on your perspective.”

“You’re big on perspective, are you?”

“I’m a painter.” A brief shrug accompanied his blunt words. “Obvious connection.”

“Right. But as you can see, everyone’s left.”

“You haven’t.” He gazed down at her, a black brow flaring. “And you’re what I’m here for.” 

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Six Sentence Sunday - 01/20/13

This will be the second to last Six Sentence Sunday post. Sad to see it go. Found some new-to-me authors on the list and it's been a fun exercise, helping me to sharpen my own writing (and sometimes to creatively edit) to manage to fit the important stuff into six sentences.

On a few occasions, even works I'd already submitted came under the axe and, during the final editing phases, were streamlined further in the finished book. (You can go back and look, if you like, but I'm not pointing out the way!)

Today's second to last six, and perhaps next week's also, are from FROST, my 1Night Stand story from Decadent Publishing, releasing on February 12 in time for Valentine's Day.


How many times before had he been through this?
Suffered through just such a female reaction to his overpowering sexuality? She tried to steel herself, to toughen up, to call upon her inner smartass. But he made it difficult. Dressed all in black, from T-shirt to jeans, he seemed to fill the room, his dominating presence swamping even his most compelling paintings. Thick bands of taut muscle rippled beneath the tight cotton and snug denim. He needed only the leather biker jacket to complete the bad boy image.

Blurb:

Dagney Night, a sought-after succubus, is no stranger to blazing hot sex. But as Valentine’s Day approaches, she longs for something more. When oddly erotic paintings arrive for display at her art gallery, arousing everyone who views them, she wonders about the mysterious artist who created the works. 

Maxwell Raines, a fire-sex demon, lives a life of solitude and seclusion behind the walls of his compound at Sleepy Hollow, channeling his lustful impulses into his art—until his muse deserts him and his temperature rises past the danger point. He needs sex. Now. 

When Madame Evangeline arranges a torrid Valentine’s 1Night Stand for them, will the flames of their encounter be too hot to handle?

Excerpt:

Dagney followed her sister’s glance, and her heart flipped like a gymnast unable to nail a vault. Darkness swathed the gallery with the exception of the lights above or below each of the paintings. The large man emerging from the shadows held her rapt. Waves of pure, unadulterated lust smacked her with such force she didn’t even see Lily and Campbell leave. The blast of raw desire crumpled her to the floor. Her gaze remained riveted on the tall hunk of ferocious male stalking toward her, radiating undiluted carnality. He set something carefully on the floor and grasped her by the elbows, his touch surprisingly gentle when he lifted her to her feet.

"I’m Maxwell Raines."  
Yeah. No kidding.Who else could a guy so hot, so studly, possibly be?

She told herself not to swoon. Ordered herself not to swoon. But, Goddess, that rumbling voice. More potent than a train barreling over the tracks. And he smelled so good. Sinfully masculine. A bit of musk, a bite of pine, an essence of dark, smoky nights. Sexy scents. Reminiscent of tangled satin sheets that had been given a good work-out.

Her legs turned to rubber, and she doubted they’d support her on their own. She’d be mortified if he’d have to scrape her puddled body up again. But he hadn’t yet relaxed his grip. Could she bullshit her way through the meeting without collapsing?

"You’re late," she said.

"I’m never late."

"Well, the party’s over, Mr. Raines." She waved a hand around the empty room.

"Depends on your perspective."

"You’re big on perspective, are you?"

"I’m a painter." A brief shrug accompanied his blunt words. "Obvious connection."

"Right. But as you can see, everyone’s left."

"You haven’t." He gazed down at her, a black brow flaring. "And you’re what I’m here for


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FROST sneak peek

Here's the official blurb and excerpt  from FROST, my third 1Night Stand story (Sleepy Hollow Book 3) coming February 12, 2013 from Decadent Publishing.

Enjoy!

BLURB:

 

Dagney Night, a sought-after succubus, is no stranger to blazing hot sex. But as Valentine’s Day approaches, she longs for something more. When oddly erotic paintings arrive for display at her art gallery, arousing everyone who views them, she wonders about the mysterious artist who created the works.

Maxwell Raines, a fire-sex demon, lives a life of solitude and seclusion behind the walls of his compound at Sleepy Hollow, channeling his lustful impulses into his art—until his muse deserts him and his temperature rises past the danger point. He needs sex. Now. 

When Madame Evangeline arranges a torrid Valentine’s 1Night Stand for them, will the flames of their encounter be too hot to handle?

EXCERPT:

Dagney followed her sister’s glance, and her heart flipped like a gymnast unable to nail a vault. Darkness swathed the gallery with the exception of the lights above or below each of the paintings. The large man emerging from the shadows held her rapt. Waves of pure, unadulterated lust smacked her with such force she didn’t even see Lily and Campbell leave. The blast of raw desire crumpled her to the floor. Her gaze remained riveted on the tall hunk of ferocious male stalking toward her, radiating undiluted carnality. He set something carefully on the floor and grasped her by the elbows, his touch surprisingly gentle when he lifted her to her feet. “I’m Maxwell Raines.” Yeah. No kidding. Who else could a guy so hot, so studly, possibly be? She told herself not to swoon. Ordered herself not to swoon. But, Goddess, that rumbling voice. More potent than a train barreling over the tracks. And he smelled so good. Sinfully masculine. A bit of musk, a bite of pine, an essence of dark, smoky nights. Sexy scents. Reminiscent of tangled satin sheets that had been given a good work-out. Her legs turned to rubber, and she doubted they’d support her on their own. She’d be mortified if he’d have to scrape her puddled body up again. But he hadn’t yet relaxed his grip. Could she bullshit her way through the meeting without collapsing? “You’re late,” she said. “I’m never late.” “Well, the party’s over, Mr. Raines.” She waved a hand around the empty room. “Depends on your perspective.” “You’re big on perspective, are you?” “I’m a painter.” A brief shrug accompanied his blunt words. “Obvious connection.” “Right. But as you can see, everyone’s left.” “You haven’t.” He gazed down at her, a black brow flaring. “And you’re what I’m here for.”

 

Six Sentence Sunday 1/13/13 - Taryn's Birthday Edition



Another year down, another year older. (Which, as anyone will tell you, beats the alternative.)

And another six from FROST, releasing from Decadent Publishing February 12, in time for Valentine's Day.

Max Raines is one of my hottest heroes ever.  Literally and figuratively.

 

Without warning, he swept her into his arms as if she weighed no more than dandelion fluff, a sturdy arm braced behind her knees. His strength, the way he’d so neatly seized control, nearly made her swoon again. His size dwarfed her. She curled her hand against his neck, sifting her fingers into the black hair at his nape, as she’d been longing to do from the moment he entered the gallery. The inky locks were deceptively soft. Unlike the otherwise hard-as-marble male.

 

 

Birthday surprise: If I get more than 25 comments today, I'll give a random commenter a copy of SLEEPY HOLLOW DREAMS or HEALING HEARTS!

 

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Six Sentence Sunday 1-6-2013

FROST my third sexy paranormal 1Night Stand for Decadent Publishing is scheduled to release February 12, 2013, just before Valentine's Day. I'm thrilled, since it's a Valentine!

Here are six:

 Julian met her at the door and shoved a steaming latte into her hand. “You’re gonna need this.”

“Does it have tequila in it?”

“It’s 9:30 in the morning. Red eye shot.”

“Yeah, but I may require more fortification to deal with Julian Graves in full-tilt Barney Fife mode and whatever calamity has put him there.”

 

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Guesting at TBR today!

Good morning, campers!

Happy New Year's Eve!

Today, while I'm slaving away at the day job (a shorter day than normal, I hope), I'll be guest blogging over at TBR.

TBR hostess, the wonderful Cate Masters, author of Death Is a Bitch, interviewed me about THUNDER and other kooky things.

If you comment, you'll be eligible for a chance to  win THUNDER, my erotic paranormal 1Night Stand story for Decadent Publishing -- the second in the Sleepy Hollow series.

If you don't comment...well, let's just say I have stuffed dolls...and pins. BWHAHAHAHA.

So please join me at the TBR blog. I'll be popping by, you may be sure!