Sleepy Hollow for Sale

by Taryn Kincaid

Last October 23, semi-inspired by a whacky Bunny interview with hot-as-sin Bhyrne Raines, the fire demon hero of Heat Wave, I thought it would be fun to catch up with Bhyrne and his honey bunny (not to be confused with The Bunny of Decadent blog lore) and see what they were up to after the crazy breedspawn mating frenzy of Heat Wave had burned itself out. Call it an epilogue. I do so love me an epilogue.

Turns out The Bhyrne, now an ex-enforcer, and his succubus princess,

Zena, were living in connubial bliss in Sleepy Hollow. Imagine that. Well, except for that god-awful racket in the Hudson River. When we peek in on them in the October blog post, Bhyrne’s looking at an email his cousin Max (the redhot erotic artist hero of Frost) had sent him, which included a photo of a stranger who resembled Max…but was a dead ringer for Bhyrne. Leading him to wonder:  “What if I have a brother.”

So yeah. I kinda wondered, too. And what do you know, that October 21, 2013 1Night Stand blog post, became Chapter Two of In from the Cold.  Almost verbatim. And yeah, Bhyrne gets a brother:  Spook Raines, a secret agent demon who doesn’t know he’s a demon.

And who’s being hunted by demon-hunting will o’the wisp haunted by her past.

That would be the heroine, Geneviève Mortimer. Genny happens to be the best friend of the witchy Veronica Hardwicke, heroine of Thunder.

Man, I just love it when things work out like that!

In from the Cold is a standalone story, and you won’t miss anything if you haven’t read the others…but a lot of the other Sleepy Hollow series heroes and heroines pop in for cameo. And oh, yeah, Bunny gets a mention. The Bunny.

So just ’cause I’m funny that way, and I really don’t want you to feel left out or anything, leave me a scorching comment here and I’ll pick a random someone to get the Sleepy Hollow anthology. If you want to mention where you’d like to see the series go from here (if anywhere), that wouldn’t be bad, either.

PS ~ The other novellas in the Sleepy Hollow series are on sale for .99 at Amazon right now! If you haven't read the others, now's the time. It's such a good deal, it's practically stealing. 

BLURB:

Spook Raines is a burnt-out spy who doesn’t know he’s a fire demon with a twin in Sleepy Hollow.

Geneviève Mortimer is a will o' the wisp who hunts demons to ease the pain of her troubled past.

When Madame Eve brings them together for a torrid 1Night Stand, will they be able to come in from the cold at last?

EXCERPT:

Geneviève Mortimer crept down the quiet hotel hallway, careful to bank her glow…at least for the moment. She’d sensed the presence of a demon on the floor, but something seemed off about the male’s aura. A weird lack of evil, like an impenetrable force field surrounded his consciousness, his psyche. As if he thought he were…human.

Had he been brainwashed? Drugged? Raised by gypsies? By wolves? Wait. No. Scratch that last one. She didn’t get the were vibe at all with this one.

No matter, as a will o’the wisp and a POLO, Protector of the Legion of Shadows, tasked with watching over humankind and keeping the unwary safe from visitors from the demon realms to the human plane, she lured the black-souled to their demise. Going all shine-a-light and sparkly until the evil ones fell under her spell and followed her anywhere. She needed to find this guy. Pounce first, beam a little hypnotic wattage, ask questions later. Take him out before he did any harm. To humans, or innocents like her parents.
She sniffed. Getting warmer. Closer to the demon’s room. What would she find behind his door?

Ignoring the do not disturb sign, she jiggled the handle. Locked. But the absence of a key card wouldn’t be a problem for her, not with her brand of talent and the magick lock picks in her pocket. She got the door open in seconds and slinked into the room, masking her radiance, keeping to the shadows.

Holy shit. The scent of male arousal filled the air. Delicious, decadent, sublime. Total man candy, like nothing she’d ever smelled before. Calling to her sweet tooth. Her horny core. So intense, an ache blossomed between her legs. She closed her eyes and inhaled. Whoa. She could orgasm from the erotic scent of the guy alone. Was the dude going through breedspawn? Were all the rumors she’d heard of the full-on crazy, demon male mating phase more than myth? She’d sure never encountered anything as powerfully sexy as this.

Cripes. This sort of thing never happened to her. I’m a demon hunter, damn it. She remained professional always, despite her ditzy, scatterbrained reputation. Did her job. And did it well. She’d fooled even her closest friends, those who didn’t know about her role as a POLOS and didn’t guess the half of it. Those who thought she slut-flitted around the world searching for mischief, adventure and, most of all, pleasure, like some sort of fickle, commitment-shy, well, yeah sure, okay, will o’the wisp.

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