Friday, August 30, 2013

Meet Taryn Kincaid's Hero Bhyrn Raines



Today I am thrilled to have Bhyrn Raines here with us from Taryn Kincaid's HEAT WAVE!
 

 

I’m a freakin’ handsome devil, at least in Taryn’s mind. Probably in Zena’s, too.  Um, I guess that should be demon, not devil.

 

Tell us a little about yourself?

I’m a fire-sex demon and an enforcer for the Succubus Queen. Or, at least I was until I defied the queen for Zena. My baby makes me crazy. So does breedspawn, a mating frenzy that strikes male demons in their prime. Oh. I’m still a fire-sex demon. Whether I’m still an enforcer remains to be seen.

 

What is your birth date?

 

Yeah, so…I’m a demon. We don’t exactly do birthdates. I’m probably pretty old compared to you. In human years, I’d be in my early thirties. Maybe you want to throw me a party? I don’t get many of those. None, actually. Although…nights with Zena are hella celebrations.  Makes me roar.

 

Where do you live? What is it about that area that drew you?

 

Duyvil Tand.  In your language, Devil Tooth. It’s the demon stronghold deep within the Catskill mountains not far from Sleepy Hollow. Except I have to make excursions to the human plane from time to time. Like fetching Zena home to the queen.  Zena thinks I should ditch enforcer gig (if the queen doesn’t ditch me first) and open a security agency in Sleepy Hollow.  She likes the human, um, amenities. What do you think? I can see a security consulting firm or investigation office. I’d probably make a hella private dick, if I do say so myself.

 

What’s your favorite music?

Fire. By Bruce Springsteen.

 

Will we be seeing more of you or are you stepping out of the lime light?

 

Yeah, so, I’ll pop again in Taryn’s 1Night Stand print anthology, SLEEPY HOLLOW.  Might also, possibly appear in a freebie short read around Halloween.  Or the American human Thanksgiving. I don’t think Zena’s and my story is over. Not by a long shot.

 

What do you do to relax?

I rarely relax. Well, except when I’m all after-glowed out and totally spent. I mentioned Zena’s a succubus, right? Oh. Wait. I didn’t? She is. You do the math.

 

Tell us about Zena what drew you to her?

 

Okay, so the queen assigned me to go get her.  I knew what awaited her in Duyvil Tand, and I was not too happy about the mission. Plus, I already felt the beginning stages of breedspawn coming on and knew I was in no condition to be near anyone as tasty and succulent as the princess. When I first got an eyeful of her, she’s on her knees in this human club, a bandage-sized Spandex skirt not exactly covering her nearly bare ass. Which she wiggles delectably. She coulda stuck a fork in my right then and there.  I was done. 

 

What’s your biggest turn on?

 

What part of Z.E.N.A. are you not understanding, human?

 

What your favorite ice cream flavor, chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry?

 

Gotta go with Jamoca Almond Fudge. Or Heath Bar Crunch. I dunno. Me and ice cream don’t really get along too well. It tends to melt if I so much as glance at it.

 

Do you believe in ghosts?

 

Seriously?

 

Why should the readers be interested in your story?

 

Have I mentioned I’m HOT? And so is my squeeze? We’d have been combustible without the breedspawn making me lusty and demented. So…yeah.

 

Do you feel the cover accurately represents you?

 

Decadent’s co-publisher, Heather Bennett, swears I look like Adam Levine from Maroon 5 and The Voice on the cover. I’m way bigger than that little runt. My hair may be a little more military iron. But otherwise…yeah. The artist totally pegged my baby.

 

AUTHOR, please insert your tagline and book blurb here:

 

BLURB:

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.

 

 






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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 comments!


Wednesday, August 21, 2013

OKAY



 
Who am I to argue...Off to write :)

Charmed By Cate Masters


Charmed
The Vitruvian Man, book 2
By Cate Masters
Dark fantasy/paranormal romance
Coming Aug. 30, 2013
Decadent Publishing










Blurb
Brought together by accident, bound by fate—and magic.  Love works its charm over Bruno DiCesare and Melina Weaver during his transformation from beast to man. But love likewise blinds them to the secrets each holds. Bruno thinks his secret will devastate Melina. Melina’s afraid Bruno will hate her for what she’s become. Neither guess the greatest danger lurks outside their door – and will force them to decide between love and life itself.

Excerpt
Wow, so fast. Melina held Bruno’s hand until his grasp went slack. The treatment seemed to take effect almost as soon as he’d swallowed it. He shouldn’t react immediately; his body should be able to handle it better by this time. Unless Eldie increased the dosage?
Suspicion drew her gaze to the bottle. Of course she couldn’t tell by sight, and she had no idea what ingredients the sorceress had used in the other preparations. She shouldn’t have agreed to it so readily, nor trusted Eldie so blindly. In any other situation, she’d have asked to review the complete specifications.
She stroked Bruno’s arm. I wanted him cured for me as much as for himself. If her selfishness harmed him in any way, she’d carry that guilt forever. Try to make it up to him forever.
For now, she’d have to occupy her mind with something else or drive herself insane. His deep breaths meant he’d sleep for at least a day.
A hushed sigh sounded from the other room.
“Eldie?” Back so soon?
No answer came except for a slight rustle. She crept to the curtain. “Who’s here?”
Even as she asked, she sensed a presence unlike any she’d encountered before. Everything remained as she’d left it, the lamp glowing in the center of the table, laptop beside the scattered books. Lucky the sorceress hadn’t seen them. Luck, or something more.
She returned to the volume she’d left open. A page rippled, lifted straight up and fell over. Another muffled sigh escaped. Melina. The whisper so slight, it was barely audible. Yet without a doubt, she heard her name.
She traced a finger down the spine. It quivered beneath her touch like the plucked string of a guitar. With a gasp, she jerked her hand back.
Uncertain she hadn’t imagined it, she repeated the move and got the same result.
How? She pulled the chair close to the table and examined the pages. Nothing out of the ordinary, except perhaps how finely executed the handwritten entries appeared, each letter as perfect as the last. Almost like they’d been printed to fool the eye of a curious reader. An Italian reader. If only these were in English.
The longer she studied the text, the clearer it became. The letters blurred, shimmered, then shifted, rearranging themselves into… English. She didn’t need to enter the words into the translator site on her laptop, she understood every sentence.
She ran her fingers lightly over the page. The letters shifted again, scattering at her touch, as if she’d disturbed the surface of a pond.
“What the…” It changed back to Italian, the letters appearing to float. She swirled a fingertip across the surface, and the words formed a swarm, like a school of fish following bait. Like fish, they seemed to nibble at the tip of her finger. Impossible, but it tickled.
Fascinating. But this silliness got her nowhere. She’d never learn anything if this kept up. “Stop.”
The scripted words froze in a jumbled, nonsensical order.
She hovered her hand above the passage, and the letters stretched up off the page in tall columns to meet it. The pull of the connection reached inside her skin, as if it had been magnetized.
This is crazy. But obviously it’s not. It’s happening. It’s real.


Cate Masters has made beautiful central Pennsylvania her home, but she’ll always be a Jersey girl at heart. When not spending time with her dear hubby, she can be found in her lair, concocting a magical brew of contemporary, historical, and fantasy/paranormal stories with her cat Chairman Maiow and dog Lily as company. Look for her at http://catemasters.blogspot.com and in strange nooks and far-flung corners of the web.
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Saturday, August 17, 2013

Reflection Blog Tour Character Interview with Bridget





Reflection Blog Tour

August 5th - September 30

Erotica

Elene Sallinger

Released - September 2013





***Thank you for coming to chat with us today. Why do you think Elene chose you to represent her?


I think Elene chose me because she knows that I'm always putting my best foot forward. No Southern belle worth her salt is going to fail to be anything other than mannerly and genteel.


***Tell us a little about yourself?


Well, I'm from Charleston, West Virginia, but I left to go to college in Chicago and haven't been back other than to visit family. I'm currently a Chemistry professor at Pinewood University in River Rock, Vermont.


Describe yourself in five words.


Fiesty, friendly, passionate, cautious, reserved


What is your birth date? (Historicals this is a good lead in for your’s, Contemps I recommend having character refuse to answer)


Sugar, that's not a question I'm likely to answer. That's just  not polite to ask of a lady.


What music do you listen too?


80s pop all the way. That was my era – and that's the closest you'll get to knowing my age.


Will we be seeing more of you or are you stepping out of the lime light?


I'm around. I believe Elene has decided that it's Mona's day in the sun and she is one of my best friends. I have a feeling I'll get at least a curtain call in her story.


Where have we seen you before?

I was also in Awakening. That was Elene's first book you know. She told Claire, my other best friend's story. Claire was a mess, but she came through it. This go round it was her turn to help me out. I think we'll both be putting in time with Mona.


Is there anything you wish Elene had kept their mouth shut about?


Well, I'm not too crazy about her sharing the scene in Victor's shop. It was embarrassing enough to have him and Claire see me that way, but now the entire world gets to see my melt down. But, I had to concede it was important to the story. Still, it doesn't sit well.


Tell us about Connor what drew you to him/her?


There aren't words to describe Connor. He's thoughtful and kind. He pushes me to be my best. Which, truthfully, can get a little irritating, but I'd rather be irritated with him that lose him again.


I can't really say what drew me to him. The chemistry was instant, but it was his courtesy.  I think. Kind of weird, huh. But he was so willing to accommodate my quirks that I just couldn't say no to him.


What do you do to relax?


I run. I just lose myself in the tempo of the music I listen to and the burn of my muscles. It's one of the few times I exist just in the moment.


What about the woman on the cover is that a fair representation of you?


Yes. She looks like me and her eyes are green like mine. I'm flattered by the picture. The woman is quite beautiful.


What your favorite Ice cream flavor, Chocolate, Vanilla, or Strawberry?


Chocolate. Without a doubt. Growing up I always ate Chocolate Mousse Royale ice cream from Baskin Robbins.


What is your biggest fear?


Spiders. I can't stand spiders. I know they do their part and kill other, worse bugs, but I can't stand those eight-legged ich-monsters.


*** Best Bar-B-Que*** Carolina, Tennessee, Texas, Kansas


Texas. I visited there and fell in love with the state and their Bar-B-Que.


There you have it another vote for Texas.... Thank you for coming to play at my blog today. I wish you and yours the very best.

Want to know more about Bridget check out her book.




Blurb…

Bridget Ross is a woman with a shameful secret. Despite a life full of success and close friends she denies herself her true desires in penance for the crimes she can't take back.


Connor Reynolds is a man without a purpose. His own tragic past prevents him from putting down roots and pursuing his dreams.

Their paths collide forcing them to face the ultimate question … is their love worth confronting their deepest fears and insecurities?





About the Author

Hailing from Washington, DC, Elene Sallinger first caught the writing bug in 2004 after writing and illustrating several stories for her then four-year-old daughter. Her writing career has encompassed two award-winning children's stories, a stint as a consumer-education advocate, as well as writing her debut novel, Awakening - a novel of erotic fiction that won the New Writing Competition at the Festival of Romance 2011.


Excerpt:


“I have no idea why you don’t see yourself as sexy, but you are. From your brain all the way down to your perfectly painted toes. Everything about you is erotic as hell. You get me hard in the same breath that you intrigue me with some thought you just spoke.”

She turned her eyes away and flushed even deeper at the mention of him getting hard over her. She was no prude, but she wasn’t used to men so casually discussing sexual things with her.


He didn’t say anything else, but he did shift until he was sitting more closely beside her. She could feel the heat from his skin through the jeans he wore. The cotton of his T-shirt did nothing to mask it either. A soft breeze washed over them and she could smell the light woodsy scent of whatever soap he used. Her entire body was instantly attuned to his.


She saw his hand move but was still surprised when he gently tipped her chin up to look at him. She didn’t know what she’d been expecting, but the depth of the desire she saw in his face was not it. She responded almost violently. Her nipples sprang to life, hardening and tingling against the simple cotton of her bra. She went liquid at her core and her heart rate kicked up a notch.

“I want to kiss you, Bridget. Hell, let’s be real, I want to do a whole hell of a lot more than that, but I want to start with kissing you.”


His eyes had deepened to an almost gunmetal gray with lust. She was completely mesmerized by his obvious desire for her, by the touch of his fingers on her chin, by the scent of his body so closed to hers. She didn’t bother reaching for words, she just nodded.


He leaned in and brushed his lips across hers. They were warm, and soft. As he deepened the kiss, licking into her mouth, she could feel the rasp of stubble from where he’d shaved earlier that day. His tongue leisurely explored her mouth. No crevice went without tending, but he didn’t force his attention on her.


His hand ran gently up her body, stopping briefly to cup her breast. He lingered but a moment as if testing the weight and shape before moving up her body. She luxuriated in the feel of him. The soft invasion of his tongue in her mouth was both foreign and familiar throwing her even further off kilter.


She moaned and leaned into him bringing one hand to rest on his thigh which flexed under her fingers. Her blood was thrumming through her veins and she felt her body tuning to him. Any lingering embarrassment over the portrait was forgotten as she gave herself up to his kiss.


She could kiss him forever.


Connor brought his hand to her neck and exerted gentle pressure to lean her backwards at the same time he turned and subtly shifted his body to cover hers.


She didn’t think, she simply reacted. Her knee connected with his balls and he exploded back from her curling into the fetal position with a sharp cry.


“Connor!” she scrambled to her hands and knees as realization sank in, “Oh my god! I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”


Hot tears began to run down her face and she chanted her apology over and over. He wasn’t looking at her. His eyes were clamped closed and he rocked back and forth, the pain evident on his face.


It was time to face facts. There was no use pretending anymore. She was just too broken.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Squeeee Lookie what I found in today's ARE Newsletter


I learned a long time ago to never say 'it couldn't get any worse' since it usually does get  significantly worse. Apparently Lucas has also learned this. After his home is burned down and Kiloran comes forward saying it might be her stalker, the two of them are forced to be together in an attempt to bring this person down. Not only does Tony get involved, so do Spencer, Trenton, brother-in-law Hunter and even FBI Agent Vassar. I will admit I didn't like Kiloran at first, but as I read more about what really happened I began to like her. She's stronger than she seems and seeing as she's been dealing with this for years she is good at putting up a show of strength. Lucas doesn't know what to do about this. He's still wildly attracted to Kiloran but doesn't want to get back together with her, as she killed his heart.
  
With all the angst between the two we also have several attempts on lives, the entire Sherman family support, a knife attack, a sweet puppy named Fenway and an almost shocking twist at the end. It was chilling. Ms. Eastwick truly kept me on the edge of my seat for this one. You don't have to read this series in order, but I recommend it. I am completely addicted to Dominique Eastwick. Her writing and stories are always excellent and she never lets me down.








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