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Blizzard by Taryn Kincaid

February 27, 2013

Taryn Kincaid is here today sharing an excerpt form her latest release, BLIZZARD


Psst.  Do you wanna know a secret? The story that turned into BLIZZARD is, with a little tweaking here and there, an interlude I’ve actually fantasized about myself, while on long drives with seemingly endless stretches of roadway before me and yawning out the rear window, as well. Seems like when I’m in the car alone my brain takes flight more than any other place. Including the shower.

How about you?


A short story from Decadent Publishing’s The Edge erotica line




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, into a deserted rest stop, and the rugged arms of the snowstorm’s only other road refugee.

Jack Manning is totally unprepared for Mandy’s unvarnished proposition, but intrigued by the erotic offer promising a night of no-questions-asked sex.

But when Jack 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 the sly?


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

Mandy glanced up, startled by the deep, rumbling baritone that seemed loud in the fairly quiet building. Even more startled by the tall, gorgeous hunk of manhood bundled into a down parka and 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. Beneath her sweater, her breasts swelled, her nipples hardened with need. She’d never felt such instant attraction to anyone, such a frantic desire to get naked and get fucked. 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. Nearly alone with him in the deserted rest stop…and still she felt…safe. 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?

“Yeah?” The man removed his parka, revealing a plaid flannel shirt, the triangle of a white, cold-weather T peeping from the open neckline. As he raised his arms, thick bands of muscle rippled across his chest, beneath the layers of fabric.  He stared down at 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 could do anything, dare anything with this man.



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. At this moment, Taryn 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!

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5 Comments leave one →
  1. February 27, 2013 6:58 pm

    Thanks for having me in today, Lisa!

    • February 27, 2013 10:20 pm

      It’s great to have you Taryn! Thanks for stopping by. Blizzard sounds awesome!

  2. Carol LaGatta permalink
    February 27, 2013 7:26 pm

    I really enjoyed Blizzard. Taryn did you ever consider not having Mandy make it to the rest area?

  3. February 28, 2013 7:36 am

    No. Needed to get her to the rest area! That’s where she meets Jack!

  4. Jessica Subject permalink
    February 28, 2013 10:23 am

    I listen to loud music when I’m driving so that my mind doesn’t wander. LOL Though in the shower, my mind takes me so many places. All the best with your new release!

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