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By Taryn Kincaid
If you’re familiar with my books for Decadent, you know the titles to date have been, well, weather-related.
The 1Night Stand stories in my Sleepy Hollow series are (so far) LIGHTNING, THUNDER and FROST. My short story for The Edge erotica line is BLIZZARD.
Remarkably, when I was out and about on the internet promoting some of them (especially FROST and BLIZZARD), Mother Nature cooperated. Or maybe failed to cooperate, depending on your POV, dumping tons of snow even though the calendar said it was spring.
The heroines of LIGHTNING and FROST are two succubus sisters, Lily Night and Dagney Night. Their third and most wild and demonic sister, Zena, is introduced in LIGHTNING, doing some bad, bad things to the handyman hanging Lily’s diploma in her new office. (Or perhaps, from the handyman’s perspective, good, good things.)
Zena’s story has been rattling around in my brain awhile. In LIGHTNING, she was funny, but dark. I think her story is likely to be the most demonic of all. (She scares me a little…but, hey, she deserves an HEA as much as the next succubus!)
When I mentioned on Facebook that I was writing this blog post, fellow Decadent Publishing author, JoAnne Kenrick (the creative genius who did the videos for LIGHTNING, THUNDER and FROST) suggested, since the weather seems to track my titles sometimes, suggested “How about something with a sunny title?”
So here it is. A blog post with a sunny title.
Not sure that’ll do for Zena. I’m thinking something along the lines of “Storm” or “Heat” or maybe “Heat Wave” or “Fire.” What do you all think about that? Got a title you’d like to suggest?
Come up with a good title for Zena’s story and be eligible to win a copy of LIGHTNING.
And in the meantime, while I’m pondering Zena and what to do with her…here’s a little BLIZZARD:
Mandy Malone ditches her pharmaceutical convention and the married male colleagues hitting on her to hurry home to her waiting family. But she doesn’t bank on the blizzard that forces her off the road and into a deserted rest stop. When she meets another road refugee, their attraction is immediate and molten hot. Suddenly, getting stranded doesn’t seem like such bad luck after all.
Although totally unprepared for Mandy’s unvarnished proposition, Jack is intrigued by the erotic offer of a promising night of no-questions-asked sex. But when he notices the wedding band on Mandy’s finger, will he forego the lure of a torrid clandestine affair, or give in to the fantasy of blazing hot sex on a wintry night?
She rooted around in her handbag again, on the off chance she’d missed something useful to her current situation.
“Is this what you’re looking for, lady?” Mandy glanced up, startled by the deep, rumbling baritone that echoed loudly in the fairly quiet building. And even more startled by the tall, gorgeous hunk of manhood bundled into a down parka standing next to her table.
I could totally jump him. Right here. Right now.
From nowhere, steamy erotic images of what she wanted to do with the man leaped unbidden into her head. She’d never felt such instant attraction to anyone, such a frantic desire. Maybe it was a reaction to her frightening experience on the Thruway. Or maybe something else created the overpowering chemistry.
Besides being the most handsome man she’d ever laid eyes on, he held out a battery-operated pocket charger. A sigh escaped her as he stared down at her.
“It’s not the only thing I’m looking for.” Her voice, husky and sultry, and laden with blatant sexual innuendo, shocked her. Where had those words come from? Nearly alone with him in the deserted rest stop…and still she felt…safe.
“Yeah?” The man removed his parka, revealing a plaid flannel shirt, the triangle of a white, cold-weather T-shirt peeping from the open neckline. When he raised his arms, thick bands of muscle rippled across his chest, beneath the layers of fabric. He riveted her with brilliant azure eyes, bluer than a lake under the summer’s sun. His hair, which curled a bit boyishly at his temples, resembled a wet beach, light, dirty brown, with shimmering bronze threads straggling through the locks. But this was no boy. No, indeed.
God. Gorgeous did not even begin to cover it. The longer he looked at her, the hotter she became. So hot she suddenly felt she’d do anything, dare anything with this man.