Showing posts with label paranormal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label paranormal. Show all posts

Friday, February 1, 2013

Tall, Dark and Demon


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By Taryn Kincaid 
When I was writing LIGHTING, my first 1Night Stand story, and the first in my Sleepy Hollow series for Decadent, I wrote the following unfortunate line fragment during a hot love scene between the heroine, Lily Night, and the love of her life, Campbell Jones:
“…his tongue painted fiery arrows of lust, all pointing to one place.”
My editor, Valerie Mann, responded thusly:  “A tongue can’t paint. And not sure what painting fiery arrows of lust means. It is poetic though. [insert smiley face here]”
Oh, yeah?
Well, I’ll show you, Valerie Mann. I don’t think she knows this, but that edit eventually inspired the idea for FROST.
The unfortunate LIGHTNING line went bye-bye, of course, and mercifully so. But it started me thinking…
What if he can paint lust? And what if there is fire in his touch?
And so, Max Raines, the hero of FROST, was born.  And a delicious devil he is, too.
Max is a fire-sex demon, who is literally too hot for mere mortals, licentious demonesses—and even redheads—to handle. And he’s an unbelievably talented artist, whose works invoke lust in everyone who views them. He paints to keep his temperature under control and lives in isolation, dedicated to his art, in order to keep the ashes of his burnt sex partners off his sheets.
Poor, gorgeous Max.  He really, really needs a date.
Enter Dagney Night, a gallery-owning succubus, for whom sex—which she needs to live—is becoming humdrum. And who wants, more than anything, a Valentine.
Can Max give Dag what she needs? What do you think? [insert winky face here]

Tell me your most outrageous idea for Valentine’s Day, and what you lust for in a hero, and I’ll give one random commenter some sweet and chocolaty Valentine goodness and other swag. Maybe even a backlist book!

Frost 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?

Thursday, November 1, 2012

Haunting Memories


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by Kali Willows
Being an avid paranormal lover and obsessed with all aspects of the supernatural, I always enjoy the build up to Halloween; the decorating, costumes, classic occult horrors, and of course, baking a ton of gory sweets, all to get the spine chilling thrills of the season going. I love the leaves changing color, the air growing cold, sweater weather and hot cocoa along with carving Jack-o-lanterns. This is when I’m in my happy place, (okay, this and of course writing.
Enjoying every moment leading up to it, having that final Halloween jaunt for trick or treating with the kids, to snuggling up and watching a movie with popcorn is so fantastic, but then…the day after comes. November 1, I find myself sad and a little disappointed it’s all over again for another year.This year, I decided I wanted to do something different with my kids. As a family, we love being creative and unique. To get into the spirit of the season, I decided, instead of spending all the would-be wasted money on cheap plastic decorations that wither after a few weeks just to get thrown out, to invest in materials to build our own family model haunted house.
It was an epic choice, that has kept us busy for days on end, and yes, the pocket book grows thin, but I just love the concept of creating this heirloom that will be a memorable keepsake for our children in the years to come. Every year, we plan to add a little more detail, and a few more memories, of our time together. So far, the walls are constructed, the furniture, windows, doors, window boxes, to even lights (battery operated.) Home made shutters and siding, a deck and weathered windows and wallpaper is just a start. I don’t have a completed photo to share, but here are a few of our work in progress:

To protest the end of All Hallows Eve, I’m pleased to share my spooky but steamy romance of ghosts and passion in Savannah’sGhost Tale.

Blurb:
Savannah Teale has an obsession with the supernatural—to disprove it. An unorthodox Ghost Hunter with a dark secret, she doesn’t believe in life after death. Not anymore. Being romantically challenged since the traumatic death of her fiancĂ©, she has no interest in dating, but her sister’s loving interference has led her to accept a date for a 1Night Stand.

Cameron Evans is one of Savannah’s most handsome, charismatic, and sexy bachelors. He’s an exceptionally gifted tour guide, and a psychic, but hasn’t learned how to turn off his gifts. Since his conversations with the dead are a turn-off for most women—to put it mildly—Cameron has turned to Madame Eve to find a woman who can accept him for himself and all he has to give.

They may be a great match—if a certain, lingering ghost would just step out of the picture.
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Excerpt:

What the hell is going on? A shadow flashed across the stone threshold, startling her. Her heart raced and she stumbled down the steps, her eyes flitting frantically back and forth, scanning for movement but finding none. Her clumsy feet tangling, she stumbled over a flat stone and toppled backward.
A sudden heat surrounded her and she paused in mid-fall, suspended over the dark pit of an open grave. Breathless and terror-stricken, it took her a moment to realize the warmth was strong arms wrapped around her. Back on her feet, she spun around to find Cameron, the tour guide, watching her with an amused expression.
“Are you okay?” He gripped her shaking shoulders.
“I’m fine, I just saw—I tripped.” Vannah tried to catch her breath, her mind racing with madness.
“You should watch where you’re stepping in a cemetery.”
“I didn’t expect—I didn’t realize they still buried people here.”
“You know, it’s frowned upon to be raiding graves at night around these parts.”
“I wasn’t raiding anything.” She jerked out of his hold and grabbed her bag from the ground, jamming her detector back inside. I’m glad none of my equipment ended up in that grave. She yanked her twisted camisole top and shorts back into place.
“What did you see?” His penetrating gaze sent a current through her chest.
“Nothing, I didn’t—there’s nothing to see, let’s go.”
“Whoa, whoa, hang on. Something scared you. Tell me what you saw.”
If she wasn’t throbbing with terror right now, she might have actually swooned under his gaze. “Are you deaf? I said I didn’t see anything.” She turned to walk away.
“Who is Mark?”
With a white hot jolt, her stomach bottomed out and her feet froze to the ground.“Who is Mark and why can’t he breathe?”
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Tell me what haunting traditions excite you in the fall season? Does your obsession with ghosts and ghouls fade after October 31st? Or is there a part of you that just can’t get enough of spooky tales and things that go bump in the night? For me, I can never get enough; I suppose that’s why I’m drawn most into writing paranormal and urban fantasy. I need my fix of supernatural beings and mind blowing events to keep me happy.
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Happy Reading,

Kali Willows