Once, Adrien Roth was a Shadow Stalker–a hunter of vampires called the Kynn. Captured, he was forced to pay a devastating price, to become the very thing he despised. Over a century has passed since that time and Adrien’s revenge against the creatures who tainted him is almost complete.

Little does he know that his thirst for justice will turn on him.

Foiling an attempted rape, Adrien is stunned by his attraction to the would-be victim. Cassie Wilson is a vibrant woman, obsessed with living for every moment. Though he knows better, Adrien begins to fall in love with her. But Cassie hides a terrible secret: her cancer is incurable.

When he and Cassie are captured by his enemies, Adrien is given a choice. Should he choose death for himself, or life for Cassie by making her one of the clan he’s shunned for too long?

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Theme: Incubus/Succubus/Vampire

 

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Reviews:

“Sins of the Night is one steamy erotic tale that is completely unforgettable…a must read! 5 Lips & a Recommended Read.” – Two Lips Reviews (Tina)

“Sins of the Night is emotional, provocative and downright titillating. I had chills from the very first page and I still get them just thinking about the story. 5 Restraints & a Recommended Read.” – Dark Angel Reviews

“Sins of the Night is a bit of a rollercoaster ride all the way through and as any ride, it came to an end way too quickly!  Looking forward to seeing where Quinn may take the Kynn in the future.    Highly recommend to all readers!” – Monster Librarian Reviews

“Sins of the Night is deliciously dark and rich with powerful emotion, and a breathtaking intensity. Ms. Quinn truly excels at creating dark and menacing characters, making this an edge-of-your-seat pleasure to read. Readers who enjoy a truly well crafted vampire tale will not want to miss this series. 5 Lips.” – Two Lips Reviews (Barb)

“Unique…part thriller, part love story and part fantasy. This is an interesting addition to the vampire genre.” – Romantic Times

“A compelling, exciting and fascinating tale. 5 Angels!” – Fallen Angel Reviews

“Sins of the Night was erotic, dark, and captivating.  I didn’t put it down and Devyn Quinn is now on my author radar!” – Joyfully Reviewed

“The interplay between the characters makes this book a really great and exciting to read. 5 Stars!” – JERR

“A very creative story of love, lust, and vampirism. Fans of vampires and the paranormal will most likely enjoy this story just as much as I did. 4 Cups.” – Coffeetime Reviews.

Awards

Fallen Angel Reviews Recommended Read, Nov 2004 (as Sins of Flesh, original e-book title).

Excerpt:

The door to his house hung wide open.

“Damn,” Adrien swore, furiously killing the engine on his bike. Light bathed the entire house, every window in his house lit up like a Christmas tree. Someone had broken in. He’d left the place locked tight before leaving.

Hackles rising, a surge of anger shot through his chest. Oh, swell. Just what he needed. His few possession plundered by the desert rats roaming the area. Those assholes would steal anything that wasn’t nailed down. Not that he had anything worth taking. If the thieves were looking for drugs, they’d be shit out of luck. The medicine cabinet contained little more than a toothbrush, razor and comb.

Hopping off his motorcycle, Adrien reached for the Buck knife holstered at his hip. He doubted anyone was inside, but better to be safe than sorry. Testosterone raging from his recent feed, he felt full of piss and vinegar. After his brief tangle with Cassie Wilson’s boyfriend, he ached for a good old fashioned fight.

He grinned. “I’d love to take some name and kick some ass.”

He approached the open door. The closer he got to the house the more he felt the strange energy throbbing in the air, dangerously still, almost leaden. An invisible current pulsed like static, crackling across his skin. The sensation snaked around him, as if to draw him into a vortex of endless depth.

A hiss of surprise escaped his lips. The strange electric atmosphere contracted his chest, sending a jolt of pure adrenaline though his limbs.

Something was inside.

Heart beating double time, he bared his teeth. At the same time a savage growl broke from deep within his throat. Yes, he felt it all too clearly. Something very definitely not human.

Not a surprise. He’d suspected Devon might try to get to him first. You didn’t send out threats without expecting retaliation. Good. That meant Devon was taking him absolutely seriously. One or the other was going to have to die.

Adrien wasn’t planning to be the victim. Not by a long shot. The idea of running, of tucking his tail between his legs and beating a hasty retreat didn’t occur to him. No way he’d just run off and leave.

Giselle was still inside.

Adrien wanted his cat. And woe be if any harm had befallen a single whisker.

Knife gripped tight, he charged under the threshold. The sight meeting his eyes could hardly be believed. Guts lurching, he stopped dead in his tracks.

Clothed in black from head to foot, a familiar figure lay stretched out on the couch. The reason for his nap was abundantly clear. A multitude of empty beer bottles littered the floor. Like Goldilocks, this visitor had obviously made himself quite at home.

As for Gisele, she’d not been in the least disturbed. Perfectly fine, she perched on the back of the couch. Little pug nose upturned, she looked thoroughly regal and not in the slightest bit ruffled. Apparently she liked her visitor. Unusual. Giselle definitely didn’t like strangers.

Adrien blinked in absolute jaw-dropping shock. The floor could have crumbled under his feet and he wouldn’t have noticed. “I don’t believe this.”

He blinked again. The sight remained the same. Recognition instantly kicked in. Oh shit.

The Grim Reaper had come to pay him a visit. In the flesh. And he’d come prepared. A crossbow leaned against the wall beside the couch. Well out of reach. Not so the other weapon he carried. One arm covering his eyes, the other rested on his stomach, fingers just inches away from the butt of the gun that protruded from his duster. 

Adrien’s mouth quirked down. I see he’s kept up with the ways of modern warfare. He sheathed his knife. No comparison. He was definitely out armed.

Not that there appeared to be any immediate threat. The Reaper seemed to have drunk all his beer and passed out.

Adrien eyed the gun. Might be better to get the damn thing off him. For safety’s sake. Best not disturb his visitor. He’d just ease on in, get the gun, then ease on out.

A simple plan.

Safety was what it was all about, right? Not to mention he might be saving himself a painful and ugly death. Not to mention that he’d feel a hell of a lot better having the gun in his hands rather.

Going into stealth mode he crept closer. The smell of stale cigarette smoke, barley and dusty denim assailed his nostrils.

Giselle stirred from her nap. Kneading the fabric beneath her paws, she turned on a motor-loud purr.

No!

Adrien mentally warned his pet to be still and stay silent. Another second and he’d be home free. His hand went out, carefully, oh so slowly.

Except that Morgan’s hand suddenly moved, much faster. Gun snatched, the barrel of a 9 mm pointed at Adrien’s forehead. A forefinger ominously curled around the trigger.

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