Naked Heat Book #1

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Naked Heat #1
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Where sex demons of the night come out to play...

Where the way of life is all about seduction—its rules, its pleasures, its secrets...

Where there are no true substitutes for devilish delights.

Genre: Paranormal / Occult | 86,000 words

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Note #1: The author's brand of "paranormal fiction" tends to be more complex/spiritual > commercial . The focus is on the story, not romantic/erotic fluff. Please visit the author's website for more info/excerpts -- jessINK.com/nakedheat.htm

Note #2: If you purchased any of the stories below before April 2012, please email Jess for a complimentary copy of Naked Heat :)

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NOVELLA SUMMARIES:

1. The Devilin Fey :
A demure young woman unleashes the "devil in" her, through the intimacy with an incubus—her incubus.

2. Sven :
An incubus makes it his mission to rectify a teen starlet's first sexual mis-encounter.

3. Tongue-Tied :
Featuring a voyeuristic succubus driven by jealousy and a dangerous fixation.

4. Kylie :
Kylie, a cougar succubus, gets involved in a complicated love quadrangle, where delirium and violent passions fuel unbridled killer instincts.

5. Bonus Material: Includes guest articles, interview with the author, and the "beginning" of the love triangle plot in The Darker Side of Life .

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Reviews:

"...the author really hits her stride in paranormal stories." -- Review @ Bitten by Books

"[Please] keep up the good work . . . the world can certainly use some more authentic, original work like yours, rather than the same old re-packaged mass-market pulp." -- TGirl Revelations / Bibrary.com

"[The Devilin Fey] was erotic without being pornographic, emotional without being sappy, spiritual without being preachy...just enjoyable reading. Kudos to Jess Scott." -- Paul G. / Amazon.com review, July 2010

Excerpt:

1: Kylie

"Bless me Father, for I have sinned."

Mikhail begins his confession by making the sign of the cross while the priest gives him a blessing.

"What is your confession?" Father Abagnale, ever-so-kind, waits quietly and patiently.

Mikhail runs a hand along the back of his neck, a tired hand with chipped fingernails. Nail biting's a nasty habit of his when he's stressed and anxious.

I stay where I am, hidden in the shadows, wings arched and folded back slightly.

I stay because I know both these men.

Oh, Mikhail--what grave sins have you committed?

My hidden, crouching body leans forward to eavesdrop on the rest of the confession, ears ready to pick up all of the juicy details of gossip gold.