Blog Post By Taryn Kincaid. TRICK OR TREAT!


Give a warm welcome To Taryn Kincaid! Look at that beautiful cover! *Sigh*

Thanks for coming to hang out at my blog Taryn! xx


No, it’s not Halloween. It’s April 1st!  So watch out for the spiders crawling over your hair, or people stickingBlizzardMed Post-It notes on your shoulder blades inviting you to take a whack on their backsides.

In many parts of the world, it’s April Fool’s Day, a day of tricksy pranks. In some countries, the day is called April Fish Day…and instead of the Post-It note, you might get tagged with a paper fish on your back. (Go figure.)

Do you like April Fool’s Day jokes? Being a gullible sort, and not always mindful of the day, it never fails that I am caught, by someone innocently remarking, “Oh, no, you have ink all over your face (or your blouse or what have you)” or something similar.

In BLIZZARD, my erotic short story for Decadent Publishing’s The Edge line, there’s a twist at the end that readers – some of whom are writers who might be expected to sniff out a plot line — have told me they did not see coming. That totally thrills me.

Maybe it’ll thrill you, too.
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Mandy Malone ditches her pharmaceutical convention and the married male colleagues hitting on her to hurry home to her waiting family. But she doesn’t bank on the blizzard that forces her off the road and into a deserted rest stop. When she meets another road refugee, their attraction is immediate and molten hot. Suddenly, getting stranded doesn’t seem like such bad luck after all. 

Although totally unprepared for Mandy’s unvarnished proposition, Jack is intrigued by the erotic offer of a promising night of no-questions-asked sex. But when he notices the wedding band on Mandy’s finger, will he forego the lure of a torrid clandestine affair, or give in to the fantasy of blazing hot sex on a wintry night?


She rooted around in her handbag again, on the off chance she’d missed something useful to her current situation.

“Is this what you’re looking for, lady?”

Mandy glanced up, startled by the deep, rumbling baritone that echoed loudly in the fairly quiet building. And even more startled by the tall, gorgeous hunk of manhood bundled into a down parka standing next to her table.

I could totally jump him. Right here. Right now.

From nowhere, steamy erotic images of what she wanted to do with the man leaped unbidden into her head. She’d never felt such instant attraction to anyone, such a frantic desire. Maybe it was a reaction to her frightening experience on the Thruway. Or maybe something else created the overpowering chemistry.

Besides being the most handsome man she’d ever laid eyes on, he held out a battery-operated pocket charger. A sigh escaped her as he stared down at her.

“It’s not the only thing I’m looking for.” Her voice, husky and sultry, and laden with blatant sexual innuendo, shocked her. Where had those words come from? Nearly alone with him in the deserted rest stop…and still she felt…safe.

“Yeah?” The man removed his parka, revealing a plaid flannel shirt, the triangle of a white, cold-weather T-shirt peeping from the open neckline. When he raised his arms, thick bands of muscle rippled across his chest, beneath the layers of fabric. He riveted her with brilliant azure eyes, bluer than a lake under the summer’s sun. His hair, which curled a bit boyishly at his temples, resembled a wet beach, light, dirty brown, with shimmering bronze threads straggling through the locks. But this was no boy. No, indeed.

God. Gorgeous did not even begin to cover it. The longer he looked at her, the hotter she became. So hot she suddenly felt she’d do anything, dare anything with this man.


Taryn Kincaid lives in scenic Serendipity-By-the-Sea. (Go ahead. Try to find it on a map. If you do, Taryn will send you a smooch. Also a Nutter Butter.) She is an Olympic caliber athlete in egg rolling contests and spends a great deal of her time petitioning the U.S.O.C. to introduce 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,, and her blog, where she lives for comments! She implores you to buy her books so she can retire.

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Taryn Kincaid is a former award-winning reporter and columnist, covering everything from fires and homicides, to corrupt politicians and hero dogs. Nowadays, she haunts courthouses. Taryn reads all genres and writes paranormal and historical romance. She is the author of Lightning,Thunder, and Frost, sexy paranormal romances for Decadent Publishing’s popular 1Night Stand series; Healing Hearts, a Regency romance from Carina Press, and Sleepy Hollow Dreams, an erotic paranormal romance from The Wild Rose Press.

Check out the fun videos for Thunder and Lightning, if you get a chance. Frost, will release in February, 2013, in time for Valentine’s Day!

Visit Taryn at her website at, her blog at; and on Twitter, Facebook and Goodreads.




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