When Lightning Strikes
by Taryn Kincaid
A little over a year ago, I got struck by LIGHTNING. I enjoyed reading Decadent Publishing’s 1Night Stand series of fast-paced and sexy novelettes, and I wanted to revisit SLEEPY HOLLOW, the locale of my first published book. Looked up the “
1NS Detail Sheet” on Decadent’s
1Night Stand website. Looked at the “
Submit a story” Guidelines.
What?? No synopsis needed? No partial? Just send in the whole manuscript? I was sooooooooo there.
And soon enough my first 1Night Stand story,
LIGHTNING, was born. In fact, it is celebrating its 1-year book birthday, having been released on October 17, 2012. I was so thrilled by its speedy acceptance, I immediately started writing another,
THUNDER. And another,
FROST. And another,
HEAT WAVE. All of which have now been collected in the
SLEEPY HOLLOW anthology, along with my story for Decadent’s The Edge line,
BLIZZARD.
So that’s my Madame Eve story. Beginning with
LIGHTNING!
Blurb:
In mystic Sleepy Hollow, succubus Lily Night put her prom date, Campbell Jones, into a coma after a night of wild, unbridled sex. She has steered clear of mortals ever since, afraid of damaging them or worse, not to mention the inconvenience of knocking out the power every time they have sex.
Successful architect Campbell Jones has lived with strange powers and a sexy secret since that prom night. He’s buried himself in work to forget the woman who’d dumped him at the ER then vanished from his life without a trace.
Neither Lily nor Campbell have forgotten that night or the love they’d shared. Will a 1Night Stand help them bury their past?
Excerpt:
“A little higher and more to the left.”
Lily Night narrowed her eyes as the building maintenance man shifted her framed diploma on the freshly-painted wall opposite her desk. She tried not to ogle the firm ass encased in a pair of tight jeans or the way the man’s shoulder muscles rippled beneath his T-shirt.
Maybe if I pop an Altoid, I’ll have an excuse to wipe away the drool.
She refrained from jumping the handsome worker dude’s bones. The last time she’d dallied with a human, the encounter had not gone well. Vivid images of that long ago prom night bombarded her. Campbell Jones had been a young, strapping, hunk-and-a-half football player and they’d started their date full of hope and expectation and lust. When he’d adjusted the fragrant gardenia corsage on her wrist, she’d inhaled his crisp, citrus scent and thought she might swoon at the sight of him in his tux. The black material stretched across broad shoulders that mirrored the promise of the bruising man he’d be in his prime. But she’d all but sucked him dry as flashes of lightning crackled over their heads. By the time dawn painted the sky, she’d turned him into a mere shadow of his former self. Literally.
And briefly knocked out cell phone service in the lower Hudson Valley, as well.
She’d sworn off humans ever since. Instead, she pulled all-nighter after all-nighter to evade the dreams in which men called to her—and to avoid the university dating scene that inevitably led to frequent and addicting sex.
Mortals. Bleh.
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