A Romantic Times Reviewer’s Choice Award Nominee (’05, previous title: Before Night Falls)

Closing up her small bookstore is the end of a dream for Rachel Marks. But while personal failure is hard enough to handle, making rent is even harder. Before she knows it, Rachel is waitressing at the hottest club in town—and her boss is the mysterious and devastatingly sexy Devon Carnavorn.

Dark, decadent, and deliriously loud, Mystique is a goth club—in every sense of the word. Sexual frenzy pulses in time with the throbbing music, and before long Rachel’s blood runs hot for Devon. He’s a masterful, creative lover, wakening her to physical pleasures she never imagined—and desires so dark and dangerous, her heart races every time they touch. But there’s a price for each shattering climax, and soon Devon will demand that she pay in full…

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Reviews:

Sins of the Flesh has been declared a Cold Shower Required Read by The Pickled Cupid Bloggers.

“Quinn puts a new spin on the old vampire theme. In this tale, the tortured vampire who unexpectedly finds his mate is part of a collective called the Kynn. Readers will love this sexy bad boy and the heroine who falls under his spell. 4 Stars.” -RT Bookclub

“A great story… explicit and extremely sensual” – Just Erotic Romance Reviews.

“Devyn Quinn draws her readers into a sensual world…A luscious tale.” -Love Romances

“Naughty with just a hint of nice sprinkled throughout, Sins of Flesh leaves the reader craving more!  Highly recommended for any readers that don’t mind a few intense sex scenes within the pages of their books.” – Monster Librarian Reviews

“Sins of the Flesh lives up to its title as a torrid erotic vampire romance. 5 Stars.”- Harriet Klausner

“Hot, pulse pounding, and highly sensual. This book offers a totally different take on the vampires in Ms. Quinn’s world. Thanks for writing such awesome stories!” -Smut Sluts

AWARDS (Released in e-book as Before Night Falls): RT BookClub Reviewer’s Choice Award nominee (2005), RT BookClub Top Pick, May 2005, Dream Realm 2003 Finalist, PEARL 2003 Honorable mention, 2003 CAPA Award Winner, P&E Best Romance Short Story 2003. P&E Best Science Fiction Short Story 2003.

Excerpt:

From his offices high above, Devon Carnavorn stood, hands locked behind his back, looking down upon the crowd below. Though the place was by no means filled to capacity, there was a decent crowd present. From this vantage point behind his wall of two way mirrors he could see every corner of the club, just the way he liked it. Nothing escaped his notice. Nothing.

Especially Rachel Marks.

Gaze fixed on her, he watched her work. In action, she was mature, intelligent and more than a little bit crafty in the way she handled the customers, especially the more aggressive ones. He stepped closer to the glass, eyes narrowing as a man ran his hand up her thigh as she bent over to deliver a drink. Rachel only smiled and winked, but nevertheless gave his hand a swat, indicating that she was strictly a hands-off girl. How easily she handed the mashers. No one was offended and her laughing reaction would most probably earn her a hefty tip. Because she had not pulled away in anger and delivered a resounding slap to the offending customer, he wagered that Rachel was a woman who favored being touched and stroked by a man’s hands. A sudden image of her long legs wound around his waist as he plunged his cock deep in to her cunt sent a spur of heat straight into his groin.

She does not belong down there, mauled by the common people, he thought, frowning. She belongs up here, with me. The very idea stunned and startled him. It had been a very long time since he’d thought about a woman that way.

Since the moment she’d come into his office this morning, he could think of nothing but her. Even now, as he watched her work her section of assigned tables, he could clearly remember how she’d looked when she’d first walked into his office. She was a rare beauty, far different from the over-painted women who usually applied to work at his nightclub. Face lightly freckled, she wore only enough makeup to highlight her wide silver flecked blue eyes, unarguably her best feature. Instead of lipstick, she’d chosen a berry-pink gloss to highlight the naturally rosy color of her lips. Her black hair was cut into a short, shaggy pixie style that framed her heart-shaped face, sprayed lightly to keep its shape. Downplaying her sexiness, she’d dressed simply. The skirt was cut demurely below the knee, slit a few inches up one leg, but hardly provocative at all. The clothes molded to her slender body, yet didn’t seem slinky or cheap. Because the morning was warm, she’d worn no jacket. All in all, the colors had complimented her skin, creamy, like fresh milk. There did not seem to be a flaw on her. She was perfect.

She’s the one, he thought. Rachel will be a perfect addition to the Kynn.

Turning away from the glass wall, he returned to his desk, throwing off his jacket and sitting down in his chair. He felt restless. In the company of others he’d always felt alone. Maybe it was because he was alone. It has been a long time since I’ve thought about bringing a human over to join us. So few have been worthy to receive our gifts.

Rachel, he believed, was worthy.

Why her? he asked himself. And why now, after so long? I thought I had grown used to being alone, that I could accept living without a blood-mate.

Almost a century had passed since he’d lost Ariel to those ignorant fools-the ones who believed vampires such as himself were evil and must be destroyed. Indeed, those fanatical humans who believed that no other kind should be allowed to taint this earth had nearly succeeded in eradicating a species they did not understand or accept into near extinction. Members of the clan were few and far between these days. He often felt Arial’s murder with a heartbreaking bitterness, bearing it with a sense of oppressive sadness, but never really accepting that she was forever beyond his reach. Though hardly a man to weep and gnash his teeth in grief, he was given to days of deep depression, often seeing only futility in the long existence he now considered to be a curse. Most days it seemed as if the days were gray, meaningless, without purpose. Immortality meant nothing when the time was spent alone, making Arial’s loss was no easier to bear. He thought he had moved on since that time. In reality, he had not. He closed his eyes. Just thinking of how she had died made his head throb, his hands tremble.

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