Bio:
Award-winning author Devyn Quinn lives amid the scenic Southwest Texas plains. A huge fan of dark gothic literature, Devyn is a recent Romantic Times Nominee and CAPA Award winner. Writing with a style that has depth, fire, and fiendish imagination, Devyn made her New York debut with FLESH AND THE DEVIL, then followed it up with the release of SINS OF THE FLESH in Oct 07–the first book in her Kith & Kynn vampire series. She and is currently working on her next Goth-erotic title. Visit Devyn online at http://www.devynquinn.com/ or www.myspace.com/devynquinn for the latest details on her books and upcoming announcements.

Blurb:
Sins of the Night (Book 2 Kith & Kynn)

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?

"A compelling, exciting and fascinating tale. 5 Angels!" Fallen Angel Reviews
"The interplay between the characters makes this book a really great and exciting to read. 5 Stars!" Just Erotic Romance Reviews"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.

"Unique...part thriller, part love story and part fantasy. This is an interesting addition to the vampire genre." - Romantic Times


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Excerpt(s):

Sins of the Night
Copyright 2008 @ Devyn Quinn.
Published by Kensington Publishing Corp. All rights reserved.

Prologue

Warwickshire, England - 1906

Adrien Roth wasn’t sure what awakened him. Perhaps it was the sinking of the sun, the gradual darkening of the chamber already shrouded in shadows by heavy velvet drapes drawn across the windows.

Or perhaps it was dread rousing him from his restless sleep, causing him to twist his wrists against the ropes binding them to the headboard. He cursed the unyielding restraints. No matter how much he writhed, he simply could not free his arms. The skin under the ropes was badly chafed and raw. Struggling only delivered more pain. He ignored it, his hands balling into tight fists to fight the ropes anew.

Helplessness consumed him. A wild-voiced cry echoed through his head.

They’re coming…

His eyes slipped shut. Silence hung, the lack of sound even more disturbing than a scream, or the sound of ominous footfalls on the hardwood floors. His heart hammered in his chest, beating against his ribs with a fury threatening to steal his breath away. He gasped, running his parched tongue over dry, cracked lips.

Opening his eyes, he focused on the dim light behind the drapes as though it were a beacon, the only source of illumination in the world. He silently prayed to God without ceasing. Without allowing himself to think of what was to come, or of how it would end, he vehemently cursed the source of his misery. When more thoughts of torture invaded his mind, his gaze clouded over and his lower jaw trembled. The wait was excruciating.

Minutes dragged like hours. All hope faded with the last precious rays of day. As the wing of night spread over the land, misery and horror was given fresh birth. Fear became more intense.

He did not hear them, but felt them, the way one would become aware of a spider crawling across one’s skin.

His eyes widened when the door swung open and two figures, a man and a woman, entered silently. He knew them both. The man was Devon, Lord Carnavorn, seventh Earl of Hammerston. Tall, well over six feet, his features were strong and commanding; piercing gray eyes, sensual but cruel mouth, tousled brown hair. The outfit of dove gray trousers, white silk shirt and silk vest of a lighter gray well fitted his muscular frame.

The woman… Oh, blessed virgin and tainted whore. She was his angel and his demon, savior and tormentor; appropriately named, for she would consent to lie beneath no man.

Lilith.

Her name was a whisper on the lips of pious men, the screech of a night owl, the shimmering frost on the accursed north wind. In one slender hand she carried a gold-gilt candelabrum. The flame guttered as she walked. She was a lovely creature to behold through the wavering light. Clad in a white silk dressing gown, the sheer material whispered around her legs. Open at the neck, a glimpse of her sumptuous breasts hinted of untold delights. Black hair cascaded around her shoulders, falling nearly to her waist. Silver-flecked crystal blue eyes, a pert nose and a pouting little bow of a mouth decorated her oval face. Beyond her beauty was a strange hardness–a hatred lingering in the depths of her eyes and the cruel set of her mouth.

Devon Carnavorn’s probing stare raked Adrien’s naked form. “I hope you’re ready for the coming evening. We have something special in store for you this night.” His accented voice was smooth, untroubled, as if all his guests were usually trussed up like a Christmas turkey ready for roasting.

Adrien gave a final feeble tug, wishing the ties would magically dissolve. There was, however, no hope of rescue and he knew it.

He was afraid, but not for his life. Life was temporary, something he’d been prepared from childhood to sacrifice in the name of the hunt for the creatures inhabiting the night, stalking the weaker human prey. Life was fleeting, easier lost than kept. But what of his immortal soul? No amount of preparation or prayer could sustain a man when eternal damnation beckoned. All he had left was his faith in God and the church. Through the days, he’d prayed when conscious, dreamt that he prayed when unconscious, his time spent in restless sleep refusing to let him find solace or peace.

The beginning of a prayer slipped from his lips. “Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name,” he said, attempting to wrap himself in the words as if they were a shield. “Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven–”

Carnavorn angrily recoiled from the words. A look of scorn colored his face. “Your prayers will not be Devyn Quinned! Your God does not exist here!” Hands fisted in anger, the venom in his voice temporarily silenced Adrien. Recovering his composure, Carnavorn continued in a smoother tone. “I know the old prayers as well as you do. They are meaningless. Nothing.”

“You mock the words of my faith, demon!” Adrien spat back.

Dark brows dropped into a frown. “They say the devil can quote scripture for his own purposes,” Carnavorn countered icily. “That itself is true enough. I certainly have one that perfectly fits our, ah, situation. Something you may recognize, about an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.”

A shiver clawed its way up Adrien’s spine. His guts turned to liquid. “If you’re going to kill me, do it. I’ve no fear of death.” How many days had he been held captive? He wasn’t sure. He only knew that he was growing weaker, resistance fading each and every time the demonic pair descended.

Carnavorn laughed, mouth curling up in a half-smile of disdain. “Kill you? Death is too good for you, Amhais. As the shadow-stalkers have hunted us, so must we of the Kynn return the favor.” He turned to the woman. “Are you ready, my dear?”

An eager smile crossed Lilith’s red lips, showing a flash of white teeth. “I have a special surprise for you.” Her voice was a combination of warm honey on sharp gravel, throaty and sensuous. She set the candelabra aside.

Adrien shook his head. Hunger, exhaustion and his weakening body were all making a play on his senses. The faces of those he’d slain drifted to the front of his mind. Their corpses rose to grasp at his legs, tug him down into the depths of an unhallowed grave.

He wanted to cry out, deny this evil in the name of all that was holy. Instead, only feeble words escaped his lips. “No…please…not again…” To beg was demeaning, but he had no more to give.

Carnavorn stepped behind Lilith. Hands on her slender hips, he maneuvered her to the bed. Reaching in front of her, he untied the sash of her gown and slid it off her shoulders. Underneath, she was completely naked. Her figure was well arranged; full breasts, slender waist, flat belly and legs that went on endlessly. Beautiful and feminine, hers was a body made to entice, tease and please. A thin silver chain hung around her neck; a pendant nestled in the hollow between her breasts. Of Celtic origins, the design was that of a circle interwoven with three sharp-edged eyelets that formed a triangle around the circle.

Carnavorn’s hands lifted, his fingertips grazing her temples. “Beautiful, is she not?” His fingers continued their trek, tracing the contours of her high cheekbones, the lines of her jaw, down her neck to the hollow of her throat. Eyelids lowering, she tipped her head to one side.

“We have a gift to share with you, Adrien.” Carnavorn’s head dipped, nuzzling the soft curve of Lilith’s neck. His hands found her breasts, cupping their weight. She made a soft sound; half gasp, half moan.

“I don’t want your damnation.” His sputtered words were strained.

Devon Carnavorn’s gray eyes narrowed, hard and flinty. “I don’t recall that you were given a choice. Did you show Ariel any mercy when you put that stake through her heart? She was everything to me and you took her away with the darkness of your hate and prejudice against our kind. There are truly more things in heaven and on earth than humankind will ever be able to understand. Your mind is too small to comprehend that. But your eyes will be opened, and then you shall see all.”

Adrien fought his bonds. “I sent her back to the devil that spawned her. Just as I will send you to hell right after her if I ever have that chance!”

Carnavorn only laughed. His hands found and teased Lilith’s nipples, giving them renewed erectness. “I won’t let you go, Adrien. You’re going to pay for what you did, not once, but again and again and again. You’ve only gotten a glimpse of what we really are.”

He ran his palms over Lilith’s hips, then her belly. A low moan escaped her throat. She hovered in a state of sexual arousal, the air around her scented from the sizzling heat of raw desire. His hand found the tender slit between her legs, that velvet treasure every woman possessed. Delving past the soft curls of her Venus mound, he stroked her clit.

Carnavorn dipped one finger inside her depths. He brought it to Lilith’s mouth, tracing her lips with honeyed nectar. Her moist tongue snaked out to savor her juices. “You want to taste her.” He grinned, feral and unpleasant. “Admit you are as weak as the next man and that lust is ablaze in your heart.”

“No–”

Lilith looked at him from under a fall of long lashes. “But it is, my darling.” Her gaze traced his nude body, settling on his flaccid penis. “How well I know.” Smiling, she began to finger her silver charm. The edges of the triangle were sharpened, and could slide through flesh like a razor. The charm had meted out a lot of pain, and would deliver still more. The agony itself was not nearly as great as the apprehension of pain to be inflicted. “You belong to me now, beloved.”

Adrien winced, his eyes drifting downward. A series of cuts crisscrossed his chest and abdomen, his skin red and swollen, part of the bondage and bloodletting ritual his captors had inflicted.

Devon gave her a gentle push. “Take him.”

Lilith flicked her hair off her shoulders and stretched out on the bed. The feather mattress was thick and soft, covered with a warm down comforter.

By day, Adrien was chained in a damp, windowless cellar. When night neared its fall, two silent male servants would bring him to her bedchamber. He was too weak to protest, try to fight his way to freedom. Through his long captivity he’d been given no food, and only very little water.

Propping herself on an elbow, Lilith trailed her palm over his chest, tracing his dusky male nipples. Her nails were long and sharp. Her touch was chilly, as if no blood flowed through her veins. Her skin had a strange opalescent opaqueness, reminding him more of stone than of living flesh.

Sexual hunger exuded from her like an exotic perfume. Lust pummeled in a series of gut wrenching kicks. Adrien caught a quick breath. When she was so close, every breath he took sent his need soaring. He ached to touch her.

Lilith’s hand moved to one of the small cuts marring his abdomen. Her fingers felt like silk against his skin. “Don’t you like what I do to you?” The wounds were deep and wide enough to draw blood, but do no serious damage. They seemed to mark him as hers and hers alone. Dipping her head, she circled one of his nipples with her liquid-silver tongue, flicking the little nub until it grew as hard as a bead. Her breath caressed his chilled skin as her searching hand rubbed over his bare chest in sensuous circles.

Adrien closed his eyes, trying to fight her alluring touch. A growl rumbled deep in his throat, but he was barely aware of it. “Please–don’t–” His voice was hoarse, wavering with desperation. As if to betray his words, sweet inertia washed over him.

Devon sneered. “Words Ariel said. Words your men ignored.”

Lilith jerked off her necklace, snapping the thin chain. “Tonight, I will close those mortal eyes of yours.” She drew the sharp edge of the charm across his skin, just below his navel. Crimson welled to the surface, and her head dipped. She soothed away the brief sting with her tongue, licking hungrily. Low snarls escaped from her throat as she drank, the way an animal would growl when its food was in danger of being snatched. She made two more cuts, going lower with each, licking and suckling his skin.

Adrien shivered when she wrapped her fingers around his growing erection. His thick, jutting cock pulsed, alive under her touch. A drop of semen leaked from its head, glistening in the candlelight. What she was doing appalled him. It was against his will, but it also fascinated him on a deeper, more primeval level.

“You will pay for murdering my sister in cold blood,” Lilith murmured. “As you took her life from the clan, yours shall replace it.”

Adrien’s senses spun away when Lilith spread her long hair spread across his torso. Eyes alight with anticipation, her adept tongue flicked out. Wetness swirled over the tip of his penis. She suckled in long deep strokes that stole away his breath and tightened his balls.

Anticipation ran riot through Adrien’s veins. Need pounding a strange rhythm in his temples, he felt a flame of desire shoot down to his balls, making them tingle and tighten. Lilith’s teeth scraped, a bit more pain to feed his deep-seated erotic desires.

He wasn’t willing–but he could be persuaded.

Appalled by his excitement, Adrien was also secretly intrigued by this strange world of sexual vampirism. Fantasies he’d never believed would be fulfilled were bursting into a painfully carnal kaleidoscope of sights, sounds and sensations. Sex was suddenly not just something to have or have done. It was sustaining nourishment drawing from the very core of energy that could create life itself.

Still, he desired it even as he despised it. The conflicting ideas were plunging him deeper into confusion. Sanity was slowly turning to madness as the carnal desires harbored in his heart took seed and sprouted. The devil had laid a feast before him and even though he should turn away and embrace the famine, he was a man of desires unfulfilled.

He hungered.

And he ate.

Watching from the edge of the bed, Devon Carnavorn grasped the bedpost, leaning closer. “Show him no mercy, Lilith. Take him in the most painful way.”

The malicious words drew Adrien from his enjoyable apathy. “I was sworn of an oath to erase your kind from this earth. I will not stop, no matter the hell you send me into.”

Despite his words, he was completely under the domination of these foul beasts. The ache to possess her completely worsened. Fiercer than his own disgust at his weakening will was the unquenchable desire to dominate Lilith the way she was controlling him.

Devon chuckled. “Heaven is just a sin away, my friend. Your lips say no, but your body betrays your piety. You can’t resist the needs of the flesh, so give in and have the benefit of what is so generously offered.”

The shackles of repression were easily cast aside.

I’m too weak, Adrien thought.

Pleasure took control.

Bracing his head on the pillow, Adrien moved his hips, savoring the way Lilith flicked her tongue over the tip before taking him deeply. His mouth felt incredibly arid, his lips tender from his hot breath rolling over them. He longed to be kissing her, holding her, needing to be inside that tight, velvety cunt, feeling her smooth belly against his as she writhed under his body.

Just as he was about to explode, Lilith drew back. She shifted and moved onto her knees, straddling his body. She lowered her hips to his in a smooth motion, guiding his erection into her welcoming depths. He could feel her thighs tightening against his hips. Her sex clenched his cock, soft as rose petals and strong as steel bands.

Lilith dug her nails into his shoulders, bringing a fresh pain of the most exquisite kind. Leaning forward, her mouth captured his in a long suckling kiss. He tasted his blood on her lips, a sample both forbidden and thrilling. Even as she kissed him, he could feel the strange ripples drawing away his sexual essences the way her lips had drawn in his life’s essences. She quivered violently when orgasm ripped through her.

Adrien’s own arousal was simmering at a heat threatening to boil over like a volcano disgorging molten lava. Straining against the ropes tying his wrists, he thrust his hips upward, driving deeper into her slick, silken channel.

Face framed with a tumble of dark hair, white teeth sinking into her lower lip, Lilith slammed back, grinding down on his cock. Bracing her hands on his shoulders, she rose a little, then back down, meeting his upcoming thrust with perfect synchronicity. The power of their joining was more erotic than anything he’d ever experienced.

Adrien lost control.

Lust searing his senses, he speared deep in one long thrust. Clenching his teeth, unable to hold back any longer, he felt the pull of his loins releasing. The muscles across his abdomen ridged, then rippled. Brain short-circuiting, a quake of pleasure thundered through him. Hot semen jetted. Lilith’s inner muscles rippled around his cock in long, blissful waves.

Adrien moaned, struggling to master his breathing. He was woozy, dizzy, feeling as though his very soul had been drained away.

Sleep would be welcome. Food even more.

The offering he was to receive for nourishment wasn’t what he anticipated.

Bodies still joined, Lilith retrieved her charm. Lifting her hand, she slashed through her palm.

Warm blood dripped onto Adrien’s chest, the droplets falling like shards of ice in a winter storm.

Lilith reached out and grasped his face. Her nails dug into his skin, the pressure at his jaws forcing his mouth open. Fierceness blazed behind her gaze. “Drink.” She positioned her bleeding hand over his mouth. “Drink of me, and shed your mortal shell.” Foul blood dribbled past his lips.

Gagging, Adrien twisted his face to one side. “No…” Stomach lurching, he spat her blood back at her.

With a little laugh, Lilith righted his head. Digging her fingers into his mouth and wrenching down his jaw, she fed him more of her blood.

Adrien renewed his efforts to refuse her offering, gagging and gurgling sickly through his efforts not to swallow even as his lungs burned from lack of air. He had to breathe to live.

He had to swallow.

Gasping, he reluctantly swallowed. The strange sweet taste coated his tongue, sliding like cold lead down his throat. When the chill hit his stomach, he could feel the exotic organism enter his veins, slithering through his body like an evil snake.

Adrien’s vision dimmed alarmingly as an unfamiliar euphoria overtook him. An unearthly and wholly incredible energy was burgeoning inside him, spawning outward like a child fighting to be birthed. He could not speak, he could not move. His flesh tingled as though consumed by an inner fire, feeling dry and papery. He could feel the energy pulsing, conquering, consuming…

His soul was being swallowed by the black entity stealing his mortality away.

Darkness rose.

Helpless, a mist shrouded his brain, spreading a strange numbness over his senses. Then unconsciousness claimed him, and he knew no more.