Interview with Taryn Kincaid (Heat Wave

Thank you for joining me in the shadows. Pay no attention to that odd silhouette over there. Weird things live here.  Where do you hail from?
Listen, I know all about where weird things live. My home’s not too far from the real Sleepy Hollow, where my erotic paranormal books (THUNDER, LIGHTNING, FORST and HEAT WAVE) are set. And…funny you should mention “hail.” Are you perhaps suggesting a new title for me?
Tell me about your latest book. What makes it stand out from the crowd?
In this one, it’s the male of the species (the hot-as-sin fire demon hero) who goes into heat
Do you have anything new in the works and can you tell us a bit about it?
SLEEPY HOLLOW should be releasing from Decadent in a few weeks. Stay tuned!
What advice would you give to writers just starting out?
Read a lot. Write a lot. Practice, practice, practice. (And try to remove those stars from your eyes.)
What tools of the trade are must-haves for you? 
What’s the craziest thing you’ve ever done to research a story?
Does a trip to London count?
What do you like to read?
Paranormals and Regencies. Mysteries. Romantic Suspense. Hmmm. Most stuff. With the possible exceptions of horror and non-fiction.
Who is your favorite author and why? 
My favorite romance writer, currently, is J. R. Ward. I love the way she plays with words and I love her hot Black Dagger Brotherhood boys!
If you weren’t a writer, what career might you have chosen?
Rock star. (Of course, I cannot carry a tune in a Trader Joe’s  tote bag but…that’s just a detail.)
Who is your favorite superhero (or heroine)? Can be from a comic book, movie, novel, cartoon, video game or anywhere else heroes reign.
Pepper Potts. She gets to hang with Robert Downey, Jr.  Er, Iron Man. The brains behind the suit.
Your favorite book hero?

Mr. Darcy.


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. Can Madame Eve come to the rescue?


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.


A desperate bolt out of the blue.

Instant connection to him on th
e 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.

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 Author’s Bio:

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 trill
ions of fans and pops in at Goodreads from time to time. You can catch her on her website,, and her blog, where she lives for comments!


Taryn is giving away a copy of an ebook from her list of titles to 

one tour wide winner.

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