Heat Wave
By
Taryn Kincaid
Get Swept Away
Sent into the human
realm to retrieve prodigal princess, Zena Night, Bhyrne Raines is shocked and
unprepared for his carnal reaction to the sexy succubus. In service to the
succubus queen, the rugged enforcer must stifle the instant passion exploding
within him. Fulfilling his royal duty doesn't allow for quickie dalliances. His
biological clock is ticking, and he begins to enter breedspawn, an
intense and unstoppable frenzy of mating all fire-demon males must endure. But
the more he wants to avoid Zena, the more he's drawn to her.
Reluctant
to give up her carefree life of partying among the mortals when the hot-as-sin
Bhyrne comes to fetch her for the queen, Zena uses her succubus wiles to entice
him, or at least delay the inevitable trip to the royal court. Once in the
demon stronghold, hidden deep within the Catskill mountains, she learns the
reason for the summons: she must choose a consort within two days.
Zena
needs a mate. Bhyrne needs to mate. With time running out for
both of them, they each turn to 1Night Stand. With time running out, can Madame
Eve come to the rescue?
Genre: Erotic
paranormal romance
About the Author:
Taryn
is an Olympic caliber athlete egg roller and spends a great deal of her time
petitioning the U.S.O.C. to introduce a fantail shrimp competition. When she's
not bungee jumping off the Palisades or parasailing up and down the Hudson
River, she devotes her time to caring for her aging pet walrus, arranging her
voodoo doll-pin collection and practicing rhythmic chants. At this moment, she
is busy sweeping up the loose masala chai tea leaves she spilled all over the
kitchen floor. (Probably because she needs COFFEE.) Wait. Is that something…sparkly?
Taryn
hangs around a lot on Facebook and Twitter with her
trillions of fans and pops in at Goodreads from time to time. You can catch her
on her website, http://tarynkincaid.com, and her blog, http://dreamvoyagers.blogspot.com where she lives for
comments! She implores you to buy her books so she can retire.
Excerpt:
Holy freeze gun, Batman. The words died
before she managed to expose them to air. Her mouth snapped shut.
One of the Queen's
guards stood before her, huge and tall, nearly twice the size of most of the
other males in the joint, a hella hunka supernatural male. Clearly not human,
although Hugo Boss'd to his Adam's apple in an apparent bid to fit in among the
humans trolling for hot sex, illicit drugs, watered-down booze and loud music.
Beneath the fabric of the unstructured designer suit, the toned muscles of a
demonic warrior rolled like tidal waves. Even without the small lapel pin the
uninformed might mistake for the The Rolling Stones' logo, she'd recognize him
for a captain of the guard. Maybe the Queen's own Captain.
Hellfire and cotton candy. Trouble. T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
But, by the goddess, whattahottie! Despite
her certainty that his presence in the club corridor boded ill for her, the
force of her sudden hunger shook her.
Like lightning.
Thunder.
A desperate bolt out of the blue.
Instant connection to him on the paranormal plane, as if he'd
wrapped her aura in gold chains and tugged her to him. But did that fast lane
to heaven run one way or two?
A grim expression straightened the lines of what otherwise might
have been a generous, sensuous mouth. A military buzz cut had weed-whacked hair
the color of iron. And it didn't stop there. Without doubt, metal fortified
every single cell in the massive male's body, pure titanium flowing in his
veins. The stern planes and angles of a hard-edged, swoon-worthy face set
grimly as cement. Though he lounged in the hallway like any Archie or Jughead
waiting in line to discharge his rented beer in a urinal, he exuded authority,
his carriage and bearing such that he made the others look like a pack of
Twizzlers. Oh. Yeah. More than a mere guardsman, she guessed. An enforcer.
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