If you’re feeling a little warm, it’s probably because there’s a HEAT WAVE coming your way! I have Taryn Kincaid walking on the cheeky side today to celebrate her new release from the 1 Night Stand line, book 4 in the Sleepy Hollow series.
Let’s get into the questions while I try and cool off! Who would play you in your telemovie?
The late, great Bette Davis. (Well, hell. I write paranormals, don’t I?) Then I could toss off lines like “I’d love to kiss ya but I just washed my hair” with total aplomb!
Who would play your (real or imagined) significant other?
George Clooney. (Yes, I’m extremely shallow.)
What are two words that you would/wouldn’t use to describe you?
Committed. (Your choice whether the other word should be voluntarily or involuntarily.)
You wake up in the body of the opposite sex. What’s the first thing you do?
Take over the world (while admiring my new appendage.) (Isn’t that just like a man?)
Best pickup line, you’ve had used on you, used yourself or for a character?
Hmmm. “Come here often?” So many possibilities.
“Sorry, sweetness, but I’m going to have to blindfold you.” (Campbell to Lily in LIGHTNING)
“Off your knees, princess.” (Byrne to Zena in HEAT WAVE.)
“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.” (Max to Dagney in FROST).
Oh, they’re good ones! If you could be any character in a book, which would it be? Why?
Beth from J.R. Ward’s Dark Lover or Bella, from J.R. Ward’s Lover Eternal, books 1 and 2 of the Black Dagger Brotherhood series.
Beth gets Wrath. Bella gets Z. What more needs to be said?
Not a lot! If you could live in a story for one day, which would it be? Why?
Well…it damn sure would not be Hunger Games.
World’s sexiest man past or present according to you?
George Clooney. (Still shallow.)
If you could meet one author living or dead, who would it be?
Must have thing when writing?
COFFEE, COFFEE, MORE COFFEE.
We’re off to go and enjoy a coffee now, so check out HEAT WAVE!
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?
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?
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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.
He 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.
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.
llfire and cotton candy. Trouble. T-R-O-U-B-L-E.