Author: Taryn Kincaid
Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Format: Ebook
Length: 12636 words | 39 pages
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Book Description:
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?
Excerpt:
Dagney followed her sister’s glance,
and her heart flipped like a gymnast unable to nail a vault. Darkness swathed
the gallery with the exception of the lights above or below each of the
paintings. The large man emerging from the shadows held her rapt. Waves of pure,
unadulterated lust smacked her with such force she didn’t even see Lily and
Campbell leave. The blast of raw desire crumpled her to the floor. Her gaze
remained riveted on the tall hunk of ferocious male stalking toward her,
radiating undiluted carnality. He set something carefully on the floor and
grasped her by the elbows, his touch surprisingly gentle when he lifted her to
her feet.
“I’m Maxwell Raines.”
Yeah.
No kidding. Who else could a guy so hot, so studly, possibly be?
She told herself not to swoon. Ordered
herself not to swoon. But, Goddess, that rumbling voice. More potent than a
train barreling over the tracks. And he smelled so good. Sinfully masculine. A
bit of musk, a bite of pine, an essence of dark, smoky nights. Sexy scents.
Reminiscent of tangled satin sheets that had been given a good work-out.
Her legs turned to rubber, and she
doubted they’d support her on their own. She’d be mortified if he’d have to
scrape her puddled body up again. But he hadn’t yet relaxed his grip. Could she
bullshit her way through the meeting without collapsing? “You’re late,” she
said.
“I’m never late.”
“Well, the party’s over, Mr. Raines.”
She waved a hand around the empty room.
“Depends on your perspective.”
“You’re big on perspective, are you?”
“I’m a painter.” A brief shrug
accompanied his blunt words. “Obvious connection.”
“Right. But as you can see, everyone’s
left.”
“You haven’t.” He gazed down at her, a
black brow flaring. “And you’re what I’m here for.”
About the Author:
Taryn Kincaid
lives in scenic Serendipity-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 fantail shrimp competition. When she's not bungee jumping off the
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