Archive | October 26, 2013

Decadent Book Tour ~ Heat Wave 1Night Stand ~ Taryn Kincaid

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by Taryn Kincaid

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?



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.


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.


Author Bio:

Taryn Kincaid lives in scenic Somewhere-by-the-Sea. (Go ahead. Try to find it on a map. If you do, Taryn will send you a smooch. Also a Nutter Butter.) She is an Olympic caliber athlete in egg rolling contests 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 Real Coffee.) Wait. Is that something…sparkly?

Interview ~ Catherine Peace

Beverly and Tamara: Welcome to SSLY Catherine. Thanks so much for joining us today. So first why don’t you tell us a little about yourself.

Thank you for having me! I’m very excited to be here 🙂

The story I typically tell people is that I’m a low-key woman living in BFE Kentucky, working at a pharmacy and writing. That’s just my cover, though. I’m actually a…oh, wait. No. Can’t tell you… I’m supposed to keep it a secret. >.>
Tamara: What do you HAVE to have when you are writing?

Typically, music. I try to make a playlist for projects, but sometimes I just listen to whatever’s on Spotify. Also, a glass of wine (or 3) helps.

Beverly: When did you start to write?

When I was about eight years old. We had to do a portfolio thing in fourth grade, and one of the components was a short story. After that, I was hooked.

Tamara: What do you think are the qualities that make up a “hero”?

Loyalty, compassion, passion, a smoking hot body…no, wait… Um… Oh yes, also, a sense of humor. I love me some snarky dudes.

Beverly: Can you describe your favorite character? And which of your books is he/she in? How do you come up with your characters?

Well, since I only have the one book… I gotta go with my girl Tandy. She’s funny, she’s smart, and she’s intensely loyal. Without her, Moira’s date with Kiernan would never have happened. Plus, she’s got a secret, and secrets are fuuuun. A lot of the time, I don’t really come up with anybody. They just pop into my head, wave hello and, if I’m lucky, start talking.

Tamara: What are the hardest scenes for you to write? Suspense? Sex? Dialogue? And why?

Honestly, sex. I try to make each scene different, but sometimes I just want to say, “They banged. It was awesome. Then they got sandwiches.” It’d be nice, but I don’t quite think it’s what people want to read….

Beverly: LOL! What writer, if any, influenced how you write?

Anne Rice. I don’t really write like her at all, but she makes me want to write more beautifully. Plus she’s just a kick-ass human being. And we share the same birthday.

Tamara: Who would you choose as your “book boyfriend”? From what book? Author?

*Clears throat.* Valek from Maria V. Snyder’s Study series. He’s the perfect blend of smart-ass, bad-ass, and tap-dat-ass.
Also, I’d happily take Kingsley Edge from Tiffany Reisz’s Original Sinners series. But I don’t think he’s quite…boyfriend material.

Beverly: What is the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done? Or would like to? What? We are all about the love!

A lady never kisses and tells. (Ask me later 😉 )

Tamara: What are your favorite types of heroines? Do you like the damsel in distress who needs saving or the kick-ass variety? Why?

I like the kick-ass variety, even though they’re starting to be as carbon-copy as the damsels-in-distress. I want a heroine who’s just…a person. Who is capable of getting herself out of trouble but isn’t afraid to ask for help if she truly needs it.

Beverly: What was your worst date ever?

Oh man… Does senior prom count? If so, then that. I don’t really…date….>.>

Tamara: If you were stranded on a desert island, what three things would you want to have with you? (you have
food, water, shelter, all the necessities, so nothing mundane)

My dog, sunscreen (because my stupid Irish skin burns like whoa), and a copy of Surviving on a Desert Island Alone for Dummies.

Beverly: Don’t I know it! If it’s not red it’s freckled! What is your “guilty pleasure”?

What Not to Wear on TLC, internet shopping, Google-stalking random people….

Tamara: LOL! What dream or goal have you yet to realize?

Getting my science fiction magnum opus published. Also, being interviewed on the Daily Show, going to Comic Con, going into space, and becoming the world’s best unicorn wrangler. I have a large to-do list.

Beverly: What was your most embarrassing moment?

Oh man, pick one…. Though I’m quite boring, I’m full of embarrassing moments.
Okay. So when I was in college, my bffffffffff (who actually reminded me of this story) and I were overzealous supporters of a local Cincinnati band. One night, they had a show in Columbus, OH, and we, of course, had to go. So on the way, what happens? We get lost. And not just lost, but loooooost.
This is not a new occurrence for us. However, getting lost in Columbus was. So I, being…well, me…made sure the doors were locked. Then, as we went through this alley, I looked at her and said, “Hold my hand.”
She laughed at me. She obliged me, but she laughed at me. -_-

Tamara: If you were a color what would you be and why?

RED. 😀 It’s the color of passion and fire and all the awesome things.

Beverly: Who has influenced how you perceive love? Why?

This is kind of a dangerous question, and I’ll have to admit that I’m probably the worst romance author ever because I don’t believe in The One or Fate or Soul Mates (sorry, Madame Eve!). I’d have to say that past relationships have probably influenced my perceptions more than anything else, so I try to stay practical.
Also, Ted from How I Met Your Mother. It’s my favorite show, and I think it has one of the most realistic views of love presented in media, even despite the wackiness.

Tamara and Beverly: Okay. We are SSLY so we have to ask. Who loves you?

My dogs. My family. At least most of my friends. And that’s enough for me right now.

Now for some quick fun questions:

Boxers or briefs? Boxer-briefs. They’re like the boy-shorts of men’s undergarments.
Coffee or Tea? Tea. I’m not a coffee fan (or a bacon fan. I am a rare breed)
Tall, dark and handsome or Blond and buff? Tall, dark, and handsome. If we’re being specific, then Jared Padalecki, Ian Somerhalder, or Wes Bentley.
Hairy chest or smooth? I like a little hair, but not like, yeti. Or Chewbacca. Just…a nice dusting on the pectorals. Like Bradley Cooper.
Chocolate or Vanilla? Chocolate, please 😀
Kinky or Sweet? Sweetly kinky?
Fast or slow? Drive fast, love slow.
Public or private? Private.
Top or bottom? *ahem* Bottom.

Vampire Kiernan Shaw has never forgotten the night twenty years ago when he’d been forced to stand by while another vampire killed a six-year-old girl’s parents in front of her. He’s spent the better part of the last two decades watching over her, protecting her and hoping for an opportunity to make amends one day.

Ever since surviving the vampire attack that killed her parents, Moira Curran has dealt with the resulting nightmares and abandonment issues the only way she could—by throwing herself into her biochemistry career, preferring a life of a hermit in her lab to facing the reality of her lonely life.

Madame Eve brings them back together for one fateful night. An immediate bond of sizzling chemistry and respect forms, but can it heal her fears and his guilt?

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She was the girl, his girl, not some random hookup he could use and toss aside. When she pulled away, he couldn’t speak, couldn’t react; his lips tingling from her heat. For a moment, he’d known completion.
“What’s your name?” she asked.
He thought back to Madame Eve’s email. If she trusts you, she will tell you her name. He understood the power of names, and so did Madame Eve. Something insignificant to a mortal meant everything to a vampire, in whose world names were both salvation and control. Remind a vampire of his humanity, or steal it away by forcing him to do something horrific, like watching a little girl’s parents be eviscerated right in front of her.
“Kiernan Shaw.” Swallowing hard, he found his way back onto the coffee table. “And yours?”
Would she tell him her name? Would she allow him that kind of power?
She took a deep breath, as though considering the same questions. “Moira Curran.”
He rolled the name on his tongue and loved the way it felt. “Beautiful.” He reached to stroke her cheek, but she flinched. “Moira, I won’t hurt you. I could never hurt you.”
“I’m sorry,” she muttered. “Old habits, I guess.”
He nodded, unable to speak for a moment. The cloying lilac scent of her fear almost strangled him. “Why did you ask me to stay?”
“I don’t know.”
Neither did he, but he wouldn’t leave until she asked him to.
“I don’t want to be alone, Kiernan. Isn’t that pathetic?”
You’ve never been alone. Not really.
He warmed at the sound of his name on her lips. “Not in the slightest.” His mouth watered at the thought of kissing her, exploring her, making his name come out of that gorgeous mouth again and again. He tamped down his desire. Nothing good would happen if he moved too fast. Willem had all but guaranteed him a life alone. Like he approached a scared animal, he moved next to her on the couch. She uncoiled, but didn’t relax. “Talk, Moira. Please.”
The silence hurt his ears as much as any scream.
She shook her head. “It’s too hard.” Tears spilled but she didn’t move to wipe them away.
Time to be bold, I guess. He brushed a hand against her cheek again. Instead of flinching, she eased into his touch. “I want to lessen your hurt, however I can,” he said. “Will you let me?”

author photoBio:
Catherine Peace has been telling stories for as long as she could remember. She often blames two things for her forays into speculative fiction—Syfy (when it was SciFi) channel Sundays with her dad and The Island of Dr. Moreau by HG Wells. She graduated in 2008 from Northern Kentucky University with a degree in English and is still chasing the dream of being super rich and famous, mostly so she can sit around in her PJs all day and write stories. When not being a slave to the people in her head, she’s a slave to two adorable dogs.
Blog: Going from Nobody to Somebody
Blog: The Pen Punks
Reviewer for Indie Books R Us