Meet Taryn Kincaid's Hero Bhyrn Raines

Today I am thrilled to have Bhyrn Raines here with us from Taryn Kincaid's HEAT WAVE!

 

Thank you for coming to chat with us today. Why do you think Taryn chose  you to represent her?

 

I’m a freakin’ handsome devil, at least in Taryn’s mind. Probably in Zena’s, too.  Um, I guess that should be demon, not devil.

 

Tell us a little about yourself?

I’m a fire-sex demon and an enforcer for the Succubus Queen. Or, at least I was until I defied the queen for Zena. My baby makes me crazy. So does breedspawn, a mating frenzy that strikes male demons in their prime. Oh. I’m still a fire-sex demon. Whether I’m still an enforcer remains to be seen.

 

What is your birth date?

 

Yeah, so…I’m a demon. We don’t exactly do birthdates. I’m probably pretty old compared to you. In human years, I’d be in my early thirties. Maybe you want to throw me a party? I don’t get many of those. None, actually. Although…nights with Zena are hella celebrations.  Makes me roar.

 

Where do you live? What is it about that area that drew you?

 

Duyvil Tand.  In your language, Devil Tooth. It’s the demon stronghold deep within the Catskill mountains not far from Sleepy Hollow. Except I have to make excursions to the human plane from time to time. Like fetching Zena home to the queen.  Zena thinks I should ditch enforcer gig (if the queen doesn’t ditch me first) and open a security agency in Sleepy Hollow.  She likes the human, um, amenities. What do you think? I can see a security consulting firm or investigation office. I’d probably make a hella private dick, if I do say so myself.

 

What’s your favorite music?

Fire. By Bruce Springsteen.

 

Will we be seeing more of you or are you stepping out of the lime light?

 

Yeah, so, I’ll pop again in Taryn’s 1Night Stand print anthology, SLEEPY HOLLOW.  Might also, possibly appear in a freebie short read around Halloween.  Or the American human Thanksgiving. I don’t think Zena’s and my story is over. Not by a long shot.

 

What do you do to relax?

I rarely relax. Well, except when I’m all after-glowed out and totally spent. I mentioned Zena’s a succubus, right? Oh. Wait. I didn’t? She is. You do the math.

 

Tell us about Zena what drew you to her?

 

Okay, so the queen assigned me to go get her.  I knew what awaited her in Duyvil Tand, and I was not too happy about the mission. Plus, I already felt the beginning stages of breedspawn coming on and knew I was in no condition to be near anyone as tasty and succulent as the princess. When I first got an eyeful of her, she’s on her knees in this human club, a bandage-sized Spandex skirt not exactly covering her nearly bare ass. Which she wiggles delectably. She coulda stuck a fork in my right then and there.  I was done. 

 

What’s your biggest turn on?

 

What part of Z.E.N.A. are you not understanding, human?

 

What your favorite ice cream flavor, chocolate, vanilla, or strawberry?

 

Gotta go with Jamoca Almond Fudge. Or Heath Bar Crunch. I dunno. Me and ice cream don’t really get along too well. It tends to melt if I so much as glance at it.

 

Do you believe in ghosts?

 

Seriously?

 

Why should the readers be interested in your story?

 

Have I mentioned I’m HOT? And so is my squeeze? We’d have been combustible without the breedspawn making me lusty and demented. So…yeah.

 

Do you feel the cover accurately represents you?

 

Decadent’s co-publisher, Heather Bennett, swears I look like Adam Levine from Maroon 5 and The Voice on the cover. I’m way bigger than that little runt. My hair may be a little more military iron. But otherwise…yeah. The artist totally pegged my baby.

 

AUTHOR, please insert your tagline and book blurb here:

 

BLURB:

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. With time running out, can Madame Eve come to the rescue?

 

EXCERPT:

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.

Thunder.

A desperate bolt out of the blue.

Instant connection to him on the 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.

Ruh-roh.

 

 

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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?

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