When I invited Taryn Kincaid to visit, I had no idea we'd get such a *delicious* treat!
Hi, everyone! So happy to be here.
So…how did Valentine’s Day treat you?
Everything you wanted it to be and more?
Yes? Awesome! You’re my heroine!
No? Well, maybe this delicioso drink
recipe, given to me by a reader, Carol LaGatta, will help soothe the pain. I
personally am dying to try it, Valentine’s Day or no Valentine’s Day.
I’m calling it Chocolate-Raspberry FROST
Delight (You, of course can call it anything you choose, including
Chocolate-Raspberry Martini.)
Vanilla Vodka (or go crazy and try it
with Fluffed marshmallow-flavored vodka)
Creme de Cacao
Half and Half (or really go nuts and squirt in some real whipped cream)
Chocolate Syrup
Creme de Cacao
Half and Half (or really go nuts and squirt in some real whipped cream)
Chocolate Syrup
Shake with ice and strain into a chilled martini glass, lined with chocolate syrup
Garnish glass with sliced strawberries or raspberries. (Fresh or FROZEN)
I think a few sips of that will get you
all warm and mellow.
As will FROST:
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.”
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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
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