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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?
EXCERPT:
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.
