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by Taryn Kincaid
So first off, two things you should know:
My name is Campbell Jones. My babe talked me into doing this.
“Real men don’t do blogs,” I tell her.
She snorts with laughter. “No worries in that department, big guy.”
Her laugh gets to me. I love her laugh. Hadn’t heard it for ten years and it frickin’ haunted me all that time. She can talk me into doing almost anything with a crook of her finger and that killer little giggle.
Especially if she’s naked.
Her name is Lily Night. She’s a succubus. Not a demon, though. Just an immortal who needs sex to live. Lots and lots of really hot sex. With me. Otherwise, her electrolytes and hormones and stuff get all out of whack and that is not usually a great thing for the power grid on the eastern seaboard. Yeah, okay. I admit it. I have it damn frickin’ good.
If you really want to know the truth, Lily can occasionally be a demon when she’s trying to talk me into something, though. Like this blog post. Or in bed. Yeah, she can kind of a demon there. But that would be telling. And it’s not like I don’t crave it.
So anyway, a demon succubus named Bambi or Bimbo or Taffy or something like that – hold on, Lily’s yanking on my belt --“Bunny,” she corrects me – Yeah, okay, so a demon succubus named Bunny interviewed the babe recently and you can read all about that tomorrow on the 1Night Stand blog. I understand it might be something of a snark fest. I’m just hoping against hope they didn’t dish too much about me. Hell, in real life I’m an architect, one of the partners, along with my brother Sean of By Jones. Sean used to appear in the tabloids from time to time. But I don’t really need the deets of my sex life splattered all over the frickin’ internet.
“Come on,” Lily says. “Do the Daily Dose of Decadence blog. It’ll be fun.”
Yeah, about as much fun as root canal. Without the anesthetic. Or lying comatose in a hospital bed for six months. Which is where my babe, the great love of my life, landed me after our first smokin’ hot time together. On our prom night. Yeah, so I didn’t think I’d ever forgive her that. Especially since I ended up with some weird abilities. You know like when you’re watching one of those commercials for erectile dysfunction and they talk about side effects—— Wait. Lily’s yanking on my belt again.
“So not a problem,” she says.
Yeah. Guess not. Not a problem at all.
Even if it did take Madame Eve to bring us back together again
You can read all about Lily and me in LIGHTNING
Here’s the official 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.
You can read all about Sean and his squeeze in THUNDER