by Taryn Kincaid
Available from Decadent Publishing
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00EESYAXW/ref=rdr_kindle_ext_tmb
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?
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.
Ruh-roh.
About Taryn Kincaid
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
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