Over the past 18 months or so since I entered the publishing world, I've been lucky enough to meet some amazing writers. Taryn Kincaid is one of them. She's got a hot new installment in her 1Night Stand paranormal series by the name of FROST, and it all takes place in a Sleepy Hollow any woman with a pulse would kill to explore. If you like paranormal as much as I do, do yourself a favor and pick up FROST, THUNDER and LIGHTNING today :D
And now... Welcome, Taryn!
Valentine’s Day Fire & Ice
The ice, of
course, are the gorgeous, diamond HOT and sparkly rocks you’ve always dreamed
of having. Diamonds. Rubies. Fire opals. Rings, earrings, bracelets, necklaces.
Name
your poison.
In FROST, my
latest 1Night Stand release from Decadent Publishing, the heroine, sexy
succubus Dagney Night, has a thing for Ice Wine, a sweet desert wine, made from
grapes that are frosted on the vine. Not exactly a macho drink for a
fire-breathing hero like Max Raines, a fire-sex demon. On the other hand, he’d do just about
anything to prevent turning Dagney to ashes when he touches her.
If your
sweetie is not quite getting your hints,
try firing him up with these two Fire & Ice cocktails, positively made for
Valentine’s Day.
Cocktail 1: The Ice
Goddess
Ingredients:
- 1/2 oz. Vodka
- 4 oz. Champagne
or other sparkling wine
- A splash of
pomegranate juice or scoop of pomegranate sorbet. (Or try a scoop of
Haagen-Dazs blackberry cabernet.)
Directions:
- Pour vodka in
champagne flute, add champagne and top off with a scoop of sorbet. Add a
rock candy sugar stick for an “ice-look” garnish that may help him get the
hint.
Cocktail 2: The Fire
Demon
Ingredients
- 3 oz vodka
- 1 oz pomegranate
juice
- 3 Maraschino
cherries (Okay, I realize it sounds kinda like a Cosmopolitan. Make it
three chocolate-covered cherries then. Or three strawberries. Three
chocolate-covered strawberries. Be creative!)
Preparation:
- Pour the vodka
and juice into a cocktail shaker with ice.
- Shake vigorously.
- Strain into a
chilled cocktail glass.
- Skewer 3 pieces
of fruit (or chocolate-covered fruit) on a cocktail pick for garnish.
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?
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.”
Video:
http://youtu.be/vAb-QB6nib8
Taryn Kincaid lives
in beautiful Bora Bora. Or wishes she did. When she's not parasailing up and
down the Hudson River, taking care of her aging pet walrus, or volunteering
at the local animal shelter [oh, HELL, no], she loves to arrange her voodoo
doll-pin collection and practice chanting. Taryn is dedicated to eradicating
the Kardashians and Honey Boo-Book from the face of the earth, along with The
Bieb and sparkly vampires. At this moment, she is busy adjusting the tin foil
to throw the CIA (Culinary Institute of America) off her trail. She 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! Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads | Amazon
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by the strange white veil in the anchorman's eyes, she would swear he was a man
possessed.
