Wednesday, February 6, 2013

NOBODY’S ANGEL Blog Tour Winners!

Thanks to everyone who participated in the wonderful blog tour Goddessfish Promotions put together for me for Book 1 of The Earth Angel Series, NOBODY’S ANGEL!  Now that it’s over, it’s time to announce the winner of the Grand Prize of a $25 GC from Amazon, and the 2nd prize of a NOBODY’S ANGEL mug and Starbucks Via coffee pack.  Ready?

Grand prize winner: Gala
2nd prize winner: Karen H.
Annnnnd, since I’ve got Book 2 in The Earth Angels series coming up, I’ve jumped in with Goddessfish Promotions once again for SAVAGE ANGEL!  Look for more announcements here and at their website.

Thanks to everyone who followed along!
Book one in The Earth Angels
Investigative journalist Kendall Glynn is horrified when a friend and colleague signs off permanently during a live newscast, jabbing a pen into his jugular. Kendall's no expert, but judging by the strange white veil in the anchorman's eyes, she would swear he was a man possessed.

A descendant of the accursed Nephilim, Zeke Reece prowls San Francisco by night, keeping the city free from paranormal phenomena. But even he is no match for whatever malevolent force is behind a recent rash of murder-suicides. And when a beautiful tenacious reporter becomes the next target, Zeke has no choice but to stay close to her, until he can find the evil spirit and cross it over.
The closer Kendall gets to the truth, the more danger she's in. Fortunately, a sexy and mysterious masked stranger keeps swooping in to the rescue. Kendall's life depends on finding who or what is responsible for the killings, before it finds her.


Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Guest Post--Taryn Kincaid Talking About Drinks,Her Latest Release, FROST, and Valentine's Giveaway Swag!

Over the past 18 months or so since I entered the publishing world, I've been lucky enough to meet some amazing writers.  Taryn Kincaid is one of them.  She's got a hot new installment in her 1Night Stand paranormal series by the name of FROST, and it all takes place in a Sleepy Hollow any woman with a pulse would kill to explore. If you like paranormal as much as I do, do yourself a favor and pick up FROST, THUNDER and LIGHTNING today :D

And now... Welcome, Taryn!

Valentine’s Day Fire & Ice

The ice, of course, are the gorgeous, diamond HOT and sparkly rocks you’ve always dreamed of having. Diamonds. Rubies. Fire opals. Rings, earrings, bracelets, necklaces.  Name  your poison.

In FROST, my latest 1Night Stand release from Decadent Publishing, the heroine, sexy succubus Dagney Night, has a thing for Ice Wine, a sweet desert wine, made from grapes that are frosted on the vine. Not exactly a macho drink for a fire-breathing hero like Max Raines, a fire-sex demon.  On the other hand, he’d do just about anything to prevent turning Dagney to ashes when he touches her.

If your sweetie is not quite getting your hints,  try firing him up with these two  Fire & Ice cocktails, positively made for Valentine’s Day.

Cocktail 1: The Ice Goddess


  • 1/2 oz. Vodka
  • 4 oz. Champagne or other sparkling wine
  • A splash of pomegranate juice or scoop of pomegranate sorbet. (Or try a scoop of Haagen-Dazs blackberry cabernet.)


  • Pour vodka in champagne flute, add champagne and top off with a scoop of sorbet. Add a rock candy sugar stick for an “ice-look” garnish that may help him get the hint.

Cocktail 2: The Fire Demon


  • 3 oz vodka
  • 1 oz pomegranate juice
  • 3 Maraschino cherries (Okay, I realize it sounds kinda like a Cosmopolitan. Make it three chocolate-covered cherries then. Or three strawberries. Three chocolate-covered strawberries. Be creative!)


  • Pour the vodka and juice into a cocktail shaker with ice.
  • Shake vigorously.
  • Strain into a chilled cocktail glass.
  • Skewer 3 pieces of fruit (or chocolate-covered fruit) on a cocktail pick for garnish.



Dagney Night, a sought-after succubus, is no stranger to blazing hot sex. But as Valentine’s Day approaches, she longs for something more. When oddly erotic paintings arrive for display at her art gallery, arousing everyone who views them, she wonders about the mysterious artist who created the works.

Maxwell Raines, a fire-sex demon, lives a life of solitude and seclusion behind the walls of his compound at Sleepy Hollow, channeling his lustful impulses into his art—until his muse deserts him and his temperature rises past the danger point. He needs sex. Now.

When Madame Evangeline arranges a torrid Valentine’s 1Night Stand for them, will the flames of their encounter be too hot to handle?


Dagney followed her sister’s glance, and her heart flipped like a gymnast unable to nail a vault. Darkness swathed the gallery with the exception of the lights above or below each of the paintings. The large man emerging from the shadows held her rapt. Waves of pure, unadulterated lust smacked her with such force she didn’t even see Lily and Campbell leave. The blast of raw desire crumpled her to the floor. Her gaze remained riveted on the tall hunk of ferocious male stalking toward her, radiating undiluted carnality. He set something carefully on the floor and grasped her by the elbows, his touch surprisingly gentle when he lifted her to her feet.

“I’m Maxwell Raines.”

Yeah. No kidding. Who else could a guy so hot, so studly, possibly be?

She told herself not to swoon. Ordered herself not to swoon. But, Goddess, that rumbling voice. More potent than a train barreling over the tracks. And he smelled so good. Sinfully masculine. A bit of musk, a bite of pine, an essence of dark, smoky nights. Sexy scents. Reminiscent of tangled satin sheets that had been given a good work-out.

Her legs turned to rubber, and she doubted they’d support her on their own. She’d be mortified if he’d have to scrape her puddled body up again. But he hadn’t yet relaxed his grip. Could she bullshit her way through the meeting without collapsing? “You’re late,” she said.

“I’m never late.”

“Well, the party’s over, Mr. Raines.” She waved a hand around the empty room.

“Depends on your perspective.”

“You’re big on perspective, are you?”

“I’m a painter.” A brief shrug accompanied his blunt words. “Obvious connection.”

“Right. But as you can see, everyone’s left.”

“You haven’t.” He gazed down at her, a black brow flaring. “And you’re what I’m here for.”


Taryn Kincaid lives in beautiful Bora Bora. Or wishes she did. When she's not parasailing up and down the Hudson River, taking care of her aging pet walrus, or volunteering at the local animal shelter [oh, HELL, no], she loves to arrange her voodoo doll-pin collection and practice chanting. Taryn is dedicated to eradicating the Kardashians and Honey Boo-Book from the face of the earth, along with The Bieb and sparkly vampires. At this moment, she is busy adjusting the tin foil to throw the CIA (Culinary Institute of America) off her trail. She 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!  Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads | Amazon
Want to enter Taryn's Valentine's Day swag giveaway? (You should--she mentioned CHOCOLATE!!!)  Just leave your favorite drink recipe in the Comments below along with your email addy--it's that easy!

Monday, February 4, 2013

SAVAGE ANGEL Releases Today—This Calls For An Excerpt!

Book 2 of The Earth Angels, SAVAGE ANGEL, is out today from Carina Press!  Only two weeks ago the beginning of The Earth Angels series was kicked off with NOBODY’S ANGEL, a tale of a true superhero complete with a mask, secret fortress, an evil villain and a woman strong enough keep up with his every move.  With super-powered beings, there just HAD to be a superhero in the mix.  But as I was outlining this entire series, I thought there also had to be…

A soldier.

Sara Savitch is the descendant of the Seraphim, heaven’s soldiers with wings of fire and also known as the Burning Ones. As a bodyguard and head of her family’s private security company, she’s as deadly as they come.  But when it comes to the personal, one-on-one socialization—or God forbid, interacting with a man on a feminine level—she’s more hopeless than I was when I tried to speak French while in Paris (it wasn’t pretty, trust me on this).  Dr. Gideon Mandeville is the man who’s got the prescription to cure what ails her, but he does have a tendency to make her angry.  And like the Hulk, you wouldn’t like Sara when she’s angry…

The fury was so great, so massive, she couldn’t breathe properly. It was almost alive, this vast and immeasurable rage, a surging rush of heat from a volcanic place so deep inside, she never knew it existed. And with it came the jagged well of pain, a cancerous thing that had no name as it infected every hidden place inside her. The kindness she’d shown Noah during his recovery had been for Gideon’s sake, and this sordid innuendo was the thanks she got? She’d treasured the stolen moments of mind-melting pleasure with Gideon, kept the memory of them so close to her heart that she’d told no one about it. But there was nothing left for her to treasure now, not even the remembered pleasure of being in his arms. How could there be, she thought as her vision blurred into a dangerous heat-waving red, when he’d turned out to be an absolute bastard? 
The bastard in question pulled at his collar as if he, too, felt hot. “As long as I’ve made myself understood—”
“Get out, or die where you stand.” Sara kept her eyes lowered. Not out of defeat, but out of genuine fear of what she might do. The fire inside her was dangerously close to the surface, and she had to grip the cool edge of her glass desk to keep herself in place.
Feel nothing. Damn it, don’t feel anything!
Oh God, the desire to fry him where he stood was terrifying.
She heard him move. “I won’t bother you again.”
Thank heaven. When she heard the closing click of the door, she looked to the potted decorative bamboo on the edge of her desk, bright green and thriving. A second later the leaves browned and curled in on themselves while the stalks withered. The next second, it exploded into bright, yellow-white flames. On automatic pilot, she let go of the desk’s edge and knocked the small fireball onto the fireproof stone flooring before it could damage any neighboring electronic hardware. Then with an economy of motion she dragged an ever-present fire extinguisher out from a cabinet, dousing the flames before the overhead sprinkler system could go off and let everyone know she’d had a spectacular loss of emotional control.
Feel nothing. Feel nothing. Feel nothing, damn it.
Exhausted, Sara set the extinguisher aside before falling into her chair, shaking with the stress of getting her emotions under control while the stench of charred plant life poisoned the air. And not for the life of her would she look at her desk and the melted glass where her hands had gripped.
 SAVAGE ANGEL dives into the deep end of the story arc encompassing the entirety of The Earth Angels series.  From this point on, things are about as serious as a heart attack in the world of the 2st-century Nephilim, and it's going to take everything they've got to pull out a win.  And, because SAVAGE ANGEL ignites such an intense storyline, I chose to set aside every other project in the latter part of 2012 so that I could complete the series.  Why?  Because I'm a reader, just as well as a writer.  And if there's one thing that makes me want to scream (albeit in a good way...'cause sometimes a good primal scream feels freaking AWESOME) is a cliffhanger at the end of a book.  There's no way I'd leave any reader hanging for long. ;)
Question: Are you okay with cliffhangers in books?  What literary cliffhanger worked you into a lather to find out what happened next?
Curious about SAVAGE ANGEL, or want to take a sneak peek at the upcoming Earth Angels books?  Please feel free to look through my storyboards on Pinterest.

Friday, February 1, 2013


Woohooooo!  The first annual SFR Galaxy Awards have been announced, and HOW THE GLITCH SAVED CHRISTMAS made it in! *spazzes*

About a month ago I’d heard of several book bloggers getting together and making an annual awards event for sci-fi romance.  But I wasn’t sure if GLITCH would be eligible, how I should enter, IF this was something I had to enter myself… so in the end I thought I’d just observe it for this year and see if I might be able to have something ready for next year.

Out of the blue, I received this mind-blowing email yesterday from the great Heather Massey, multi-published author and blogger of The Galaxy Express:

Hi Stacy,

I'm writing to let you know that HOW THE GLITCH SAVED CHRISTMAS won an SFR Galaxy Award!

Here's the link:

Can you believe it?!?!?!?  I’m so excited! HOW THE GLITCH SAVED CHRISTMAS is just the beginning of what I’m currently calling The Glitch Trilogy, and this has inspired me to get moving all the faster on this monumental project for 2013.  Thank you for so much, SFR Galaxy Awards!  I’m honored to be a part of your first annual awards event!
Kinda cool to see Harlequin Books Tweeting about the good news! ^_^
For a closer look at HOW THE GLITCH SAVED CHRISTMAS, check out all the yummy Buy Links.  Enjoy! :D
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