I’m Baaaaaaaaaaack

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by Taryn Kincaid

Seems like I was just here! Oh. Wait. I was!

Had no idea what to write, until “I’m Baaaaaaack” came tripping off my typing fingers.

And I thought, oh, a line from Poltergeist. Very fitting considering we’re so close to Halloween and all. Yeah. No. Google reveals that quote wasn’t from Poltergeist at all. The great line from Poltergeist is, “They’re heeeeeere.”

So, yeah. From The Shining then. Um, no. Google reveals that it may have been from The Shining, but maybe not. People seem to argue about that. Other creepy lines from The Shining were “Johnny’s here” and “Wendy, I’m home.”

Why don’t I know this for a fact? Because I don’t actually watch horror movies. That’s right. You heard me. I’ve never seen Poltergeist. I’ve never seen The Shining. I once went to a showing of The Exorcist and cowered under the theater seat the entire time.

I may love reading and writing about demons (if they’re HOT) and such, but I do not enjoy horror movies unless they’re over-the-top campy. Or have exceptional masculine eye candy. Like the zombie giggle-fest, Cemetery Man, with Rupert Everett. You can catch this in Italian with English subtitles. I think there’s an English-dubbed version. I highly recommend it. Or Swamp Thing, with Ray Wise. Or Rocky Horror Picture Show. I like these because they are hysterically funny. (And, in the case of Rocky Horror, you can dress up and sing along.)

Don’t get me wrong. There is no time of year I love more than Halloween. But that’s different.

 I do not do well with the dun-dun-dun-da-dun-dun type of horror movie. I can tolerate gore and guts. It’s the music and the build-up that get to me. I am a person who freaked out when the shark jumped out of the water. (Although “We’re going to need a bigger boat,” may be one of my top ten favorite movie lines. Along with every line in Casablanca. But I digress.) I even freaked a little on the Jaws ride at Universal Studios. When the shark jumped out of the water. Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh.

But to return to “I’m baaaack.” Sometimes that’s how it goes for me. I’ll get a title, and all else will follow. LIGHTNING could not have had any other title and the title helped dictate the story, as it did with THUNDER.

In THUNDER, the heroine, Veronica Hardwicke, is a not-very-good witch who is scared out of her gourd by mysterious noises in the house the hero, Sean Jones, is renovating for her. Oh. Yeah. There’s a thunder storm, too. And a whole lot of passion.

What frightens you? Let me know and I’ll choose a random commenter (who answers that question) to win a copy of either LIGHTNING or THUNDER. (And don’t forget to check out the really cool videos on the sidebar of this blog!)

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? 

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?

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