Very happy to be hosting fellow Evernight author Katherine McIntyre with her new release, Hypnotizing Beat!
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Blurb:
Danica
Maslanka is a survivalist at heart, and after the way she screwed over the guys
of Discord's Desire in their time of need, Trevor Arceneaux wants nothing to do
with her. Except when their tour brings them to Sin City and they run into
Danica once more, he can’t get the leannan sidhe off his mind.
She’s in dire straits, hunted by the same man who enslaved Trevor for most of his life. He doesn’t trust her for a heartbeat, but he also can’t turn away someone in such a similar circumstance as his own. As their path leads them closer to a confrontation against his former owner, Trevor's loathing for Danica strips away until he finds himself falling for the tough, independent woman. Danica betrayed them once, but as something real blossoms between them, if she backstabs them this time, his trust will be shattered for good.
She’s in dire straits, hunted by the same man who enslaved Trevor for most of his life. He doesn’t trust her for a heartbeat, but he also can’t turn away someone in such a similar circumstance as his own. As their path leads them closer to a confrontation against his former owner, Trevor's loathing for Danica strips away until he finds himself falling for the tough, independent woman. Danica betrayed them once, but as something real blossoms between them, if she backstabs them this time, his trust will be shattered for good.
Excerpt:
The moment he turned the corner,
Trevor froze.
She sat at the bar wielding an
appletini like a weapon, and the trim black dress she wore clung to her lithe
form like it’d been painted on. The neon blue scarf around her neck and
matching heels fit her style to a T, accenting glossy chestnut locks pulled
into a chignon and sharp, inquisitive eyes that sliced like a knife. The
leannan sidhe’s pointed ears and elfin features were the only tip offs of her
fae heritage, since she could blend even without the glamour veil that kept
humans unaware of their kind.
The sight of Danica Maslanka
delivered a one-two punch to the stomach, the reminder of the smoking ruin way
things left off between them.
Trevor lifted the gin and tonic as
he approached. “So, let me guess, poisoned?”
Her plum lips quirked in a pert
grin. When they’d first met, he’d found her stunning, but nothing painted
someone in shades of ugly like betrayal. “Like I’d be so classless to offer a
poisoned drink. I was looking for a way to chat one-on-one, and I figured if I
sent an email, you’d ignore it.”
“You’d be right.” Trevor took a
seat beside her. He did trust that she hadn’t poisoned the drink—the woman
wasn’t a killer, she just possessed no ounce of moral fortitude. Like he
should’ve expected more from one of his kind. When Ky’s brother Larsen
Blackmore targeted the band, sending mercenaries after them six months ago,
Danica had showed up with a similar vendetta and they’d joined forces.
Until Ky got kidnapped and Danica
ditched. She had Larsen in her sights and nailing him to a cross meant more
than saving their lead singer. The last time they heard from her, she hung up
on Liz while Ky was the worst sort of screwed. Trevor’s blood heated all over
again, and he took a sip of the gin and tonic to cool his nerves.
He met her eyes, not betraying an
ounce of the bitterness. “What’s so important you needed to stalk me all the
way to Vegas. Not a close drive from San Fran.”
Danica glanced away, her gaze
flickering to the columns behind the bar. “San Francisco and I are on the outs.
Besides, my staff has always been urging me to take a vacation, so I figured
now would be a fantastic time.”
Bull. Shit.
“Wouldn’t Los Angeles be better
real estate for your talents?” Trevor asked. If she wanted to play around, he’d
indulge. After all, whatever reason brought her to him couldn’t have been a
good one. “There’s more glitz than talent around here.” A leannan sidhe like
her fed from artists in the same way Ky and Renn siphoned energy from sex and
passion. He just leeched off of the crowds’ energy, so playing shows offered
the perfect medium.
“And miss out on the chance to grab
a drink with legendary guitarist Trevor Arceneaux? Never.” She placed a hand to
her chest in mock surprise, the sarcasm fluid as a stream mid-storm. He had to
give her credit for thoroughness—he kept his last name off the internet, so she
must’ve gone an alternate route to obtain the information.
Trevor took a sip from his drink,
the coolness gliding down his throat like relief. Not like he’d reached some
state of calm. If anything, Danica’s presence hotwired his emergency alarms to
constant alert. The woman didn’t act without motivation and ultimately placed
her agenda above all else.
“How’s your sister doing?” he
asked. Two could tango along the knife’s edge.
Danica’s gaze sharpened, if
possible. The heartless woman had her weaknesses, no matter how she tried to
downplay or hide them. After all—she had never been the one with a personal
vendetta against Larsen. Everything she’d done was for the sake of her sister.
“She’d be better if she could get a
seat at one of your shows,” Danica responded, trilling sweet as a sparrow. “A
little birdie told me your show at the Joint tomorrow night is already sold out.
When did you boys go from garage band blues to Rolling Stones?”
Avoidance of the highest order—that had been
Danica’s game from the moment they met her. Too bad for her he’d played the
game for as long as he could remember. Whatever roundabouts she took, he’d
follow, until he managed to suss out her motivations for tracking him here.
“The bar’s set for sleazy in Vegas,
and that’s the reputation we’ve cultivated for ourselves.” Trevor took another
sip from his drink, the icy gin trickling down his throat. Not like the liquor
did anything to sate the thread of exhaustion pulling tighter in him each
passing day, ready to snap at any moment.
Danica’s eyes narrowed. She stared
past him, and the back of his neck prickled.
“We’re being watched,” she
murmured, her lips barely moving. She placed her appletini on the bar.
Previous
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Cross
a satyr, a siren, and an incubus with rock and roll, and you get Discord’s
Desire, a band of panty-dropping hellions whose live shows incite orgies. Of
course, their booking manager, Liz O’Brien, gets saddled with the monumental
task of keeping the boys in line. She’s not your average chick, resistant to
glamour of the fae and fame variety, which only makes her more tempting to
their lead singer, Kieran Blackmore. With his incubus charms, silken voice, and
GQ looks, he could have any girl he wants—except Liz. She doesn’t do serious
flings, and she’s determined to keep things professional.
However, when Kieran’s brother sends hitmen after the band, Liz discovers others with her abilities—hunters, who just declared themselves enemies of the fae. Liz leans on Kieran for support, who proves his dedication at every step. Fae mercenaries might attack post-show, but Liz has her Beretta to handle that. What terrifies her more than any monster chasing after them is how she’s falling for Kieran. Her deep feelings trigger every ‘run-away’ sensor in her foster kid handbook, and worse, with war brewing between the hunters and the fae, their love can only end in heartbreak.
However, when Kieran’s brother sends hitmen after the band, Liz discovers others with her abilities—hunters, who just declared themselves enemies of the fae. Liz leans on Kieran for support, who proves his dedication at every step. Fae mercenaries might attack post-show, but Liz has her Beretta to handle that. What terrifies her more than any monster chasing after them is how she’s falling for Kieran. Her deep feelings trigger every ‘run-away’ sensor in her foster kid handbook, and worse, with war brewing between the hunters and the fae, their love can only end in heartbreak.
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